Under countless shocked gazes, Xuanyuan Po walked down the ring, came to the small table, looked at the little official and asked, "May I ask how long the next round will take?"
Thinking about the scene on the ring just now, that petty official lowered his gaze subconsciously, as if he wanted to avoid staring at each other, but saw Xuanyuan Po's fist.
That seemingly ordinary, yet terrifying fist.
The petty official's face turned pale, and he flipped through the list with trembling hands. After looking through the list for a long time, he said, "There are... seven games to come."
His voice was trembling a little too, I don't know if it was because of fear or something else.
Xuanyuan Po didn't notice these details, thought about the time needed for seven rounds, and walked out of the crowd.
Many curious eyes kept falling on him, thinking that he just won the battle, where is he going now
The petty official's mood calmed down a little, thinking about his previous gaffe, he became a little embarrassed and angry, and two abnormal blood colors appeared on his pale face.
Suddenly, there was a commotion, and countless eyes turned to the ring.
The winner of this battle was a thin middle-aged man with an indifferent expression, holding a cold iron knife in his hand.
Looking at the middle-aged man, the petty official was very surprised, thinking why did this murderous person come to Song Ding to fight
He suddenly thought of a possibility, quickly looked through the list and schedule, and confirmed that this skinny man would be Xuanyuan Po's opponent in the next round.
He finally breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time felt a lot of comfort, looking at Xuanyuan Po who didn't know what he was doing on the street in the distance, thinking bitterly in his heart, even if you do have some brute force, so what? It's just staying for one more round, and he won't be hacked to death later!
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The Tianxuan Ceremony is a grand event of the Yaozu, and the ring in the remote Songding is also very lively, and the course of the battle that was thought to be lacklustre also went through twists and turns, especially the seven battles after Xuanyuan Po's victory turned out to be real. The masters played, and the scene was extremely exciting.
The poor people in Songding didn't understand what was going on, but the deacon of the Carp Clan and the officials of the Yaoting and the Presbyterian Church had already guessed the real reason.
There are many masters in the Yaozu who do not expect to win the final victory of the Tianxuandian and become the husband of His Royal Highness Luoluo, but they also want to enter the forefront of the Tianxuandian as much as possible and win glory for the tribe and themselves. If they can finally win the Tianshu , The qualification to accept the baptism of wildfire is the best.
These masters know very well that if they go to the arena near the imperial palace or the castle tower, it will be difficult to persist until the end, so they deliberately choose the most remote arena in Matsumachi, just to avoid those opponents of the same level or even stronger, and try to fight as much as possible. Hold on longer, go farther.
Now it seems that there are quite a few masters who have this kind of thinking, such as the son of the Xiang family who was defeated by Xuanyuan Po, such as the more than ten powerful figures who appeared one after another, but compared with the arenas near the Huangke and Tianshou Pavilion, After all, the difficulty here is much lower.
As these masters appeared one after another, the battles became more and more fierce. After the last seven battles, the spars responsible for maintaining the ring protection formation needed to be replaced. It can be imagined how fierce these battles were, especially with the Two very famous Yao clan powerhouses appeared on the stage, and the emotions of the onlookers became more and more excited. The exclamation sounded from all around the arena. The shock brought by Xuanyuan Po in the first battle subsided a lot, but that Officials of the demon court and some citizens would still occasionally look around the crowd, looking at the kraft paper bag Xuanyuan Po was carrying, wondering what was in it.
Quietly, the red sun had passed over the peaks of the mountains on the opposite bank and shone on the river, the last morning fog in Baidi City had completely dissipated, and the first round of the rings was basically over. , the same was true for Songding, and soon it was Xuanyuan Po's turn to take the stage again.
Seeing Xuanyuan Po's figure, the onlookers around the ring thought of the mountain-breaking fist before, and immediately applauded. Some neighbors who knew him on weekdays and the coolies who were resting cheered loudly for him, but When Xuanyuan Po's opponent also appeared on the ring, the cheers and encouragement quickly died down.
Xuanyuan Po's opponent was a skinny middle-aged man, who was the one who followed him to the stage in the first round.
Looking at the skinny middle-aged man, the people around the ring seemed a little afraid, the petty official behind the table had a sneer on his face, even the Deacon of the Carp Clan on the ring and two people from the Demon Court and the Presbyterian Church The official couldn't help shaking his head, his emotions became a little complicated.
This skinny, middle-aged man is from the Nie tribe, named Nie Chi. He is a real strong monster, and he has a great reputation on both sides of the Red River. Few of his opponents survived.
In the first round of the battle, his opponent was beheaded by him with a single knife, and the official in charge of supervising the demon court didn't even have time to stop it.
The sword technique of this monster strongman is extremely fast, like lightning. It is said that he once told a companion that although his cultivation level in the Dao of the sword is far inferior to Wang Po, if he simply competes in speed, even Wang Po A broken knife may not be as fast as him.
"Your strength is indeed good, but it is far from enough."
Nie Chi looked at Xuanyuan Po expressionlessly and said, "Because you are too slow."
This seemingly plain sentence is actually very domineering, and it does make sense.
No matter how powerful the strength is, if you can't keep up with the opponent's speed, how can you hurt the opponent
Hearing these words, Xuanyuan Po fell silent.
He didn't feel uneasy or lack of self-confidence, but thought of what Bie Yanghong had said to him before leaving the small courtyard early in the morning.
Speed is power.
How to understand this sentence
Speed, in essence, is an application of power.
The real strong are definitely not those who have infinite power but don't know how to use it.
How can power be converted into speed? If you can give him a period of time to comprehend those words that are so popular, or...
No or.
No time either.
An extremely bright but extremely cold light suddenly appeared in Xuanyuan Po's black eyes.
It was a knife light.
Although he was quite disdainful in words, Nie Chi was still afraid of Xuanyuan Po's power, so he didn't give Xuanyuan Po any time to prepare.
He wanted to use his fastest knife to directly chop off Xuanyuan Po's head.
This knife is really fast, like a galloping horse, like lightning.
It wasn't until the light of the saber turned into a ray of light that spread in Xuanyuan Po's eyes that the sound of the iron saber being unsheathed was heard.
There was a clear sound of shinny, and the sharp and cold iron knife shot up through the air.
When the people around the arena heard the sound, the iron knife was only half a foot away from Xuanyuan Po's neck.