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Chapter 581: Unexpected

The top 32 of the Zhenjian Competition began. From then on, the competition became intense and exciting because low-level players were eliminated, and spectators poured into the arena.

Frederick's box was not in a good location, exposed to direct sunlight, and a white gauze was hung in front, so outsiders could not see what was going on inside.

However, according to gossip, the granddaughter of the city's chief justice, the younger daughter of the deputy chief tax officer, and the sister of the deputy commander of the cavalry regiment were in that box, leaving room for speculation.

In the contestant preparation room, Shitou put on his armor with the help of Boli and two other butchers, exercised a bit, and then adjusted the tightness.

When everything was ready, Shitou sat on a chair and closed his eyes to rest.

Paulie and the two butchers walked out of the room, closed the door, and chatted in low voices in the corridor.

Their mood was not good. A chubby butcher gritted his teeth and said, "The schedule must have been tampered with!"

The corridor was filled with other contestants' assistants. This topic was so explosive that someone came over to ask, "What do you mean by the schedule being tampered with?"

Seven or eight people gathered around them. The butcher looked around and whispered, "You all know that the schedule for the top 32 is rearranged based on the performance of the top 64. The ranking is based on the time of the game. In the top 32, the higher ranked players will play against the lower ranked ones."

Everyone around nodded, it was true, this would prevent contestants who could enter the finals from being eliminated in the first round.

The butcher continued, "Our player was ranked fifth, but today he was scheduled to play against Baron Pioli, who was ranked first."

Someone from another place said, "Hey, with this arrangement, are you going to send someone with a low level to the top 16?"

At this time, a local said: "It's not that complicated. It's just that the stone offended the people in the arena."

"The head coach of their arena, he had a conflict with Shitou a while ago."

"I heard that the head coach said that if Shitou made it to the quarterfinals, he would give everyone canned food, and if Shitou won the championship, he would perform a handstand and diarrhea in the arena."

When the others heard what was going on, they realized it wasn't some huge conspiracy and had nothing to do with them, so they just listened to it for fun.

The expressions of Boli and others were not very good.

Firstly, they are friends with Shi Tou, so naturally they hope that he can win two more games.

Secondly, if Shitou wins a good ranking and becomes famous, their butcher shop will save a lot of trouble in the world.

Thirdly, they all bet on Shitou to win this game. It would be fine if Shitou was not as skilled as others, but he would definitely not accept being targeted like this.

The news spread quickly in the corridors, and many people heard it when the game started.

The game started, and after two games heated up the atmosphere, the staff came to call Shitou to come on stage.

Shitou put on his helmet and followed the staff to the ring.

Boli and the others were just about to go over to comfort Shitou, but they found that his temperament seemed different from before.

A magic loudspeaker system was set up on the ring, so the conversations between the contestants could be heard throughout the arena.

Baron Pioli came on stage wearing a silver-plated gold armor, which brought a tsunami of cheers.

Shi Tou then walked onto the stage, and the sound suddenly became much quieter.

In Frederick's box, the girl in Frederick's arms asked: "Who do you think will win? I think Baron Pioli will definitely win."

Frederick just smiled and asked the other two people beside him: "What do you think?"

The one on the left said: "I also think Baron Pioli will win."

The one on the right said: "How about we make a bet, the loser has to agree to a small request from the winner. I think Baron Pioli will win."

Frederick said with a bitter face: "You all bet on Pioli to win, so I can only bet on him to lose."

"What would you do if I won?"

At this time, Kale walked into the box and whispered something in Frederick's ear.

Frederick nodded, waved her off without making any further arrangements.

In the ring match, Pioli saluted the stone and said: "Although I would like to see someone do a handstand and have diarrhea in the ring, unfortunately, I will not give up the championship."

There was an uproar in the arena, and it took a long time for someone to react. It seemed that as long as Shi Tou won the championship, someone would perform a handstand and have diarrhea on the ring.

Shitou raised his sword in return and said in a deep voice: "I will try my best to win every game, and I will marry her after I win the championship." There were whistles and screams from the audience. People had no resistance to such a declaration.

Pioli smiled and said, "Please remember to invite me when you have your wedding."

Shitou replied: "I will definitely send out the invitation."

Many spectators stood on Stone's side at this time, and the cheers were getting louder and louder.

At the start of the game, Pioli took a defensive stance with a sword in both hands.

Ever since he started learning swordsmanship, he has been repeatedly told not to underestimate the enemy.

Shi Tou also held the sword in both hands and took a defensive stance. He moved slowly, circled around Pioli and looked for opportunities.

Frederick laughed as he looked at the stone's posture. This posture didn't seem to have any obvious flaws, but there was one that was more hidden.

Pioli discovered this flaw.

Most people are right-handed, so they defend their left side more.

Shi Tou's defensive posture seems to focus too much on the left and neglect the right.

Pioli had a battle plan in mind.

He began to attack, took a step forward, spun his whole body, and used the force of the rotation to sweep the left side of the stone.

Shitou raised his sword to block, but Pioly hit his sword hard with the back of his sword, making a loud noise.

Pioli felt the reaction force from the sword and changed his steps, trying to use the force to turn around and sweep to the right side of the stone again.

He was confident in his own strength. He believed that the sword he had just struck would surely break the stone's posture, and then he could take the opportunity to sweep across the gap on the other side.

"Boom!"

"Oh!"

Pioli came to his senses and found that there was a bright blue sky in front of him, a white cloud was slowly floating by, and then the tip of the sword appeared in front of him.

At the entrance of the stadium, several contestants were stunned.

Gresco thought that Pioli was evenly matched with himself, and even if his opponent had the strength of the top five, he could defeat him in ten rounds at most.

He and no one else expected that Pioli would lose in the first round.

"He has reached that level." Gresco replayed the game in his mind and found the problem.

Another contestant nearby asked, "What realm is it?"

Gresco replied: "Chess."

Those players were a little confused.

Tin Can, who was standing against the wall, did not go back to rest after winning the last game but stayed here to watch the game. After hearing what Gresco said, he said "hmm" softly, but no one noticed.

Frederick's face was full of smiles, he saw the game very clearly.

Shitou used the flaw in his posture to attract Pioli to attack his left side. Frederick was not sure how many tricks he had, but he was sure that the kick he made when Pioli turned around was part of his plan.

Because after the sword fight, Shitou's sword stance was broken, but instead of regrouping, he raised his foot and kicked Pioli in the waist, kicking him out.

Moreover, the timing of this kick was very precise. If it was too early, Pioli would notice it; if it was too late, the sword would have already swept over and could have hurt people due to inertia.

Frederick reviewed the situation again in his mind, thinking that Shi Tou must have seen Pioli's change in pace, so he made this choice.

The three girls around him, like most of the audience, were unable to react for a moment. How could Pioli, who was the favorite to win the championship, lose?

Those who had placed big bets on Pioli to win were the first to wail.

Frederick stood up and said, "Got it, let's go back."

(End of this chapter)