"Wow, your skin is so nice, white and tender. Can I take a bite?"

"cannot!"

"Tch~ stingy!"

Once again, Zhao Yinshun slapped away Oakley Yani's catkins, and decisively distanced herself from her, walking towards the ring without looking back.

Behind him, Oakley Yani looked at his back and blinked thoughtfully.

"My body seems to be very strong, it feels more than outstanding... I'll try again..."

Zhao Yinshun, who was getting on the ring, suddenly felt a chill coming over him and his whole body was covered in goosebumps.

Ugh...there is another weird sister who is lusting after my body...

After hugging his shoulders and rubbing them twice, Zhao Yinshun adjusted his mentality and walked slowly onto the ring.

He was greeted by the deafening cheers of thousands of people.

"Master Zhao!"

"Young Master Zhao! You must win today! I will spend all my money to buy you!"

"Come on Zhao Yinshun!"

…………

Looking around, Zhao Yinshun sensed something ethereal from these chaotic and excited howling people.

This kind of thing cannot be seen or touched, but it gathers on itself little by little, giving birth to some kind of wonderful changes.

It wasn't until the referee prompted another player to appear that Zhao Yinshun came back to his senses and looked sideways at the other end of the ring.

A Damin young man with a long sword on his back and a beard on his face stepped onto the ring step by step. Their eyes met, and both saw a hint of surprise in the other's eyes.

Why is it a child?

Why is he a Damin?

But soon, Zhao Yinshun realized that although foreigners had an absolute advantage on the list, their number of participants was definitely not as many as Damin’s local players.

Therefore, according to probability, the possibility of fighting a civil war is much higher than that of a foreign war!

However, as your ranking rises, the more foreign names are at the top of the list, the greater your chance of meeting them!

His thoughts passed away in a flash, Zhao Yinshun gathered his thoughts and smiled at the bearded young man.

"Zhao Yinshun, battle, Gao Ning, the game begins."

Following the referee's order, Zhao Yinshun held his sword and bowed to the young man from a distance.

"please."

"please!"

Qiang~

The two sharp swords were unsheathed almost at the same time, the elegant cold light pierced the sky, and they met accurately in the center of the ring.

Ding~

The penetrating sound of metal collision made the audience in the front row tremble, and their eardrums felt painful.

Immediately, the more frequent sword fights made them cover their ears with force, and they couldn't help but slowly retreat away from the center of the ring.

After a few moves, a circle of open space was cleared around the ring, and Zhao Yinshun also had a preliminary understanding of the young man in front of him.

Simply looking at the six-dimensional attributes, I have an absolute advantage. However, the opponent's swordsmanship is exquisite. If I want to win without cheating, I guess it will take a lot of effort.

Without the decisive killing intent in his heart, Zhao Yinshun's sword power gradually became ethereal, and he began to try out the new "skills" he had just learned.

【Flowing Wind Sword】!

Phew~

The slightly dull sound of breaking through the air gradually became crisper and smoother, and Gao Ning, who was covered in stubble, immediately noticed the change in the other party.

sword!

Accelerating!

Swish Swish Swish Swish~

The sword shadows that were originally evenly matched shifted little by little. Gao Ning gradually turned from offense to defense, and his defense was tight.

However, feeling familiar with the new swordsmanship, Zhao Yinshun stepped lightly and moved around in mysterious directions, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right.

【Mizongbu】!

The already sharp sword suddenly became erratic, coming out from unexpected directions from time to time, scaring Gao Ning to the point where his anus tightened.

If it weren't for the fact that the opponent's swordsmanship and footwork weren't obviously inconsistent, and he even got himself stuck a few times, Gao Ning probably wouldn't have been able to withstand a hundred moves.

hateful!

When did such a little monster appear in Hon Hai City?

It's obvious that his swordsmanship is full of flaws, but with the super-fast speed of changing moves, he can't seize the fleeting opportunity!

At this moment, Gao Ning deeply realized what martial arts is called. Nothing can be broken, but speed can't be broken!

When the opponent's sword-drawing speed reaches the extreme, sometimes there is no need for complicated moves, just the most basic points, teasing, stabbing, cutting... you can easily kill yourself.

Coupled with his erratic movement, Gao Ning felt like he was being attacked from both sides. It didn't feel like he was fighting 1V1 at all, but like he was being beaten by countless people!

Ding Dang Dang~

The crisp sound of sword clashes continued continuously, and Gao Ning's sword power was becoming increasingly "thin", and he could only defend the middle palace, waiting for the opponent's breath to run out.

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted!

The other person is just a child, and his body cannot be compared to that of an adult like him!

He expected that this storm-like offensive would not last long!

As long as he defends the opponent's strongest wave, he can use his strong energy and blood advantage to turn defense into offense and win victory in one fell swoop!

The plan in my heart was perfect, but the torture of sticking to it was extremely long.

As time went by, the expected decline in sword power did not appear, but instead became more silky and agile.

It may not be obvious to the onlookers, but Gao Ning, who has endured all this personally, clearly realizes that the opponent's sword moves and body skills are rapidly changing from raw to mature!

Gao Ning, who was left and right, looked a little embarrassed, and his frightened eyes were full of confusion.

He couldn't figure out why the seemingly weak and handsome young man opposite him seemed to have endless physical strength!

Just by not attacking, his arms began to feel slightly numb. The opponent's consumption should be much higher than his!

There were even times when he was pushed to the limit, and as long as he applied a little more pressure, he would be able to break through the defense, but the opponent seemed to hesitate, allowing him to gain a precious breathing space.

But when he met Zhao Yinshun's calm and indifferent gaze, Gao Ning, who was gradually starting to pant, suddenly realized that maybe it wasn't that the other party was hesitating, but that he was deliberately letting off steam!

Is he practicing swordsmanship with me?!!!

A flash of realization flashed through Gao Ning's mind, and Gao Ning's heart tightened, and the arm holding the sword trembled unnoticeably.

The next moment, a gap opened in the sword curtain in his hand, and a cold sword light poured down like mercury, tearing open a gap along the tiny flaw, and swept across his neck in an instant.

With chills all over his body, Gao Ning froze in place instantly, as if a restraining spell had been cast on his whole body, and he dared not move.

His eyes moved down stiffly, looking at the long sword resting on his neck. Gao Ning seemed to feel the coldness of the sword's edge, and his neck was covered with goosebumps.

After a two-second pause, a smile suddenly appeared on Zhao Yinshun's indifferent face, and he sheathed his sword and clasped his fists.

"I accept it, senior brother."

Gao Ning was stunned for a while before he dared to resume his activities and looked at the handsome young man in front of him with a complicated expression.

"Junior brother's skills are so handsome... I feel ashamed!"

With the same clasped fists and salute, Gao Ning looked at Zhao Yinshun again, with deep eyes that seemed to want to imprint him into his heart!
Chapter completed!