Infinite Gentleman

"Don't take it lightly, Ernie Chan." Zhen Zi frowned with some worry: "I also know that Ernie Chan is very strong...The problem is, the contractors who can participate in this game, you think there will be weak ones. What?

64 people-O'Neill doesn't think that there are just 64 Eastern Cultivation Enhancers who have recently been promoted to S-rank contractors, right?

Prior to this, there has been a round of elimination-at least one thousand S-level contractors have been eliminated. The selected guys are all elites among the elite, so I say—"

"--So it doesn't matter." Zhanchangyuan sincerely interrupted Zhen Zi's words again: "Anyway, I am the best among them, am I?"

"...Well, that's right." Zhen Zi smiled happily: "Of course, I am the cutest sister in the multiverse. My ohni sauce is of course the best in the multiverse. This is not taken for granted. What?"

After saying such a sentence, there was a voice of a girl who was also very lively but slightly different from Zhen Zi: "So~ everybody~ whether it is a contestant or an audience~ the multiverse, great The 766211th trial of the game winner, the preliminaries, are about to begin~

Please be prepared for the contestants, and also for the contracted objects of the contestants, return to where they should be ~ Be careful, don't put too many flash bombs, and don't feed dog food. Don’t cheat~ Otherwise, the consequences will be severe ♂ heavy ♂ oh~"

"So."

Before sincere didn't respond, Zhen Zi took a step forward, then stood on tiptoe, kissed sincere side cheek, and then took two steps back.

"Come on, O'Neill. Don't lose too ugly."

After speaking, the original purple on the battlefield disappeared, and with the sincere eyesight of the battlefield, one could vaguely see an extra shadow in the audience in the void.

"Okay—Battlefield No. 34 is sincere! Your opponent for the first game has been selected—No. 17, Sword Emperor Qianzhang. The game will start in five minutes. Please be prepared~"

After this voice fell, the phantom in front of Yuancheng on the battlefield flickered, and a white figure suddenly appeared.

Chapter Two Sword Showdown

"Huh, is the opponent this time such a kid?"

A guy who wrote "arrogant" from the top of his head to his feet said this with some dissatisfaction.

Sincere first opponent. The appearance should be middle-aged, the real age is unknown. He was wearing a thin robes-but the cuffs were changed to tight sleeves for easy movement. On the feet are a pair of black thin-soled fast boots. In addition, the most eye-catching thing is the simple-looking long sword hanging from his waist.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me?"

Seeing Zhanyuanyuan sincerely did not answer, the other party frowned with dissatisfaction.

"The right-hand sword is two feet and four inches long. It's too short. But it's not certain whether the opponent has a space spell. It conceals the true length of the sword... Besides... the feeling of strength... No... it's because of this. Is the special space isolated?"

While the guy on the opposite side continued to talk endlessly saying that as much arrogance as possible, Battlefield Hara was sincerely analyzing the opponent's combat effectiveness elements.

"In other words, can he only determine his true strength when the war officially starts? Huh...interesting."

"Are you scared? Tsk, this level... It seems that this time the champion must be—"

——After the sound of "ding", the sincere feeling of invisible bondage suddenly disappeared——in the next moment. No matter if it was the reticent before, the original sincerity of the battlefield outside of the wandering things, or the sword king who just chattered like a chatter. Unanimously drawing out the sword and out of the sheath-attacking-

"fake?!"

"con man!"

Almost at the same time, Zhanchangyuan and the Sword Emperor both cursed secretly in their hearts-the other party is cheating? !

Whether it's arrogance, chatter or silence, dullness is just pretend. Just ask the other party to lower their defenses, so as to facilitate the tricks of surprise attacks.

but.

Next second.

"not bad."

"That's right."

He was sincere with Zhanchangyuan and smiled at the same time.

If you kill enough dregs and garbage with insufficient combat effectiveness, you will feel bored if you abuse food for a long time, right?

Therefore, the occasional match against opponents is good for physical and mental health.——————————

At the same time when he made a ding sound again, Battlefield Hara and the Sword Emperor retreated at the same time-the soft hum just now was the sound he made when he touched the tip of the sincere long sword and the Kanri Narrow sword. .

"The opponent's swordsmanship is not under me!" ×2.

At almost the same time, the two people came to the same conclusion.

——

After stepping backward at the same time, they moved forward at the same time. When the long swords of both sides were about to come into contact, they moved backward at the same time, and then moved. The long sword and the narrow sword pierced from a more strange and unpredictable position and angle that the other side was not defensive. past. Followed by-when seeing two fast swords about to pierce the other's heart at the same time. The two clear sounds rang almost simultaneously.

Battlefield Yuanzheng's right hand Kodachi came out of his body, blocking the opponent's deadly sword. At the same time, his sword hit the opponent's chest, but there was a crisp sound of gold and iron.

"Heartguard?!

Defensive items?

Or did you practice some kind of physical training? "

While thinking like this, the battlefield did not retreat sincerely, but moved forward. One step forward, the Kodachi continued to haze the opponent's sword, slashing at the opponent's wrist, and at the same time, Narrow Kengun was frustrated in the opponent's heart Sun curled up in the weird sound of'shaking', and then "bounced" towards the opponent's throat——

Under the two forbidden attacks, the opponent was sincerely forced to retreat for half a step-letting the wrist that was about to be cut, tilting his head back, and avoiding the narrow sword that was about to hit the throat. However, the original sincere narrow sword on the battlefield went from top to bottom, bounced back, and made a shallow scar on his side face, who could not dodge.

This time, the other party took a step back.

"Good swordsmanship."

In the next instant, the scar on the opponent's face disappeared. At the same time, he praised this way.

"Naturally is a good sword technique." Zhanchang Yuanzheng sighed secretly.

"I'm not finished yet." He went on: "It's good-but it's useless to me!"

"Huh..." Zhanchangyuan did not approve or refute sincerely.

Although not much, his true essence is indeed attached to that sword. However, even so, it only caused the opponent to scratch a bit of skin-the hardness of the opponent's cheek bones was unexpectedly high.

...

In this way, in less than half a second, Battlefield Yuanzheng tried three tricks with each other. The original sincerity of the battlefield has the upper hand... although it is of little significance.

"In terms of swordsmanship alone, I'm half-hearted with each other."

The original sincere brain of the battlefield quickly calculated and analyzed: "However, my speed and reaction are faster than him. With swords and swords, it can have the upper hand... The problem is that the opponent seems to have practiced some kind of body-building exercises, defense and recovery. Ability is strong enough...not very good."

In the next moment, the battlefield Yuanzheng once again opened up with the opponent. Then rub his body forward.

Much more solemn than the previous mutual trial.

Much faster.