Tomorrow's Ark is too real

Chapter 621
Noticing the sudden south wind, Yevre put down his teacup.

"who are you?"

Nan Feng took off his sunglasses, and the golden haired head did not look like a good person.

"I'm just an ordinary audience. I saw your performance on stage just now, tsk tsk, what should I say, is the level of the swordsmanship competition so low now?"

Hearing Nanfeng's words, Yevre's apprentices immediately became furious.

"What are you talking about, brat! You need a beating, right?"

Yevre waved his hand to signal his apprentice not to make trouble, and then looked at Nanfeng with a sullen face.

"If you're here to find fault, I advise you to give up. I still have a game in a while, so I don't have time to talk to you."

Nanfeng threw the sunglasses on the table.

"I'm not looking for faults, I just don't agree with you, I don't think you deserve the title of master of swordsmanship at all."

"What do you want?"

"Compete with me, as long as you can beat me, I will obey you."

Yevre seemed to hear the funniest joke in the world.

"Heh, young man, what does it matter to me whether you accept it or not? It doesn't do me any good to win you. I still have a competition later, so I have no time to waste energy with you."

Nanfeng snorted softly.

"Hmph, if you're afraid, just say it, master swordsmanship, bah, I'll take a loudspeaker around the arena in a while, and publicize that the majestic master Yevre dare not even an ordinary audience to fight."

Yevre frowned angrily.

"I said that I don't have time. In normal times, I can fight at any time."

Nanfeng rolled up his sleeves.

"It's okay, I won't waste your time, one minute is enough."

"What can 1 minute compare to?"

"Let's compare the simplest one. Since you are a martial arts practitioner, wrist strength must be the basic skill. Come on, let's compare your wrists."

Yevre slapped the table.

"it is good."

After all, he also rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thick wrists and callused palms.

The arm wrestling between masters is different from that of street gangsters. It pays attention to an internal force and fights for a free breath. It is like a long psychological game.

Yevre, who dared to challenge him, naturally did not underestimate the enemy. He was lucky and prepared to use seven points of strength first to test what kind of realm Nanfeng belonged to.

But I never expected that this temptation would be gone.

Nanfeng didn't care about Sanqi 21, after holding Yevre's palm, he puffed up his cheeks and roared, directly exerting his breastfeeding strength.

"Gaba!"

There was a crisp sound of broken bones, Yevr's expression twisted directly, and he let out a scream.

"what!"

Nanfeng let go of his hand immediately, but Yevr was already clutching his wrist in pain and couldn't speak.

His disciples immediately surrounded him nervously.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Nan Feng quietly took a few steps back, rubbed his sore arm from too much force, and quickly slipped away.

As he left the rest area where Yevre was, guards from the Royal Order stopped him.

"Ordinary spectators are not allowed to enter the players' rest area. How did you sneak in?"

Nanfeng apologized repeatedly.

"Sorry, I went wrong just now, I am someone else's relatives and friends, and my friend is in another area."

10 minute later.

Nanfeng hurried back.

Seeing Nan Feng coming back, Xia Feng asked immediately.

"How about it, are you done? It will be my turn to play later."

Nan Feng took a sip of his drink first, then rubbed his arms and said.

"Don't worry, it's all done, I broke that old guy's wrist with a snap."

After Nanfeng came back, he explained everything clearly.

Xia Feng nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad, enough damage."

Nanfeng rubbed his arms and said.

"What's the loss, buddy, I did it based on my real ability. Should I say it or not, that old guy's strength is really great, and my own arm is almost broken."

Xia Feng knew that Nanfeng was an orthodox royal family of Victoria, who inherited the [power] in the blood of the previous kings, and he could be called a person with great strength, and that Master Yevre really had a lot of skills.

Nan Feng sat down next to Xia Feng.

"This may be the last time I will help you. This time I sneaked into the rest area. Now those guards remember me. You can only rely on yourself next time."

"no problem."

Xia Feng knew that this time could only be regarded as good luck, but not everyone was as good-faced as Yevre.

Nanfeng didn't use any insidious tricks, and broke Master Yevre's wrist completely openly, which Yevre himself knew very well.

Of course, he was not ashamed to speak out, and he himself agreed to the arm wrestling. Isn't it embarrassing to say it.

The third game is about to start.

In the arena, Yevre put one hand behind his back and only held the sword in his left hand to pretend to be calm.

Xia Feng asked pretendingly.

"Hey, master, I just saw that you are not left-handed, are you deliberately letting me go?"

"Stop talking nonsense, one hand is enough to beat a layman like you."

Master Yevre said that he was full of confidence, but it turned out that one hand was not enough. Of course, he himself found that one hand was really not enough during the competition, but there was nothing he could do.

Xia Feng only knows one move, but this move works like autumn wind falling leaves, as fast as rainstorm and lightning.

Yevre was obviously not used to using a sword with his left hand, and the pain in his wrist greatly reduced his overall strength. When the two swords collided, Xia Feng's figure flashed and forced him to the right side.

"puff!"

The Shenyue knife brought out a bloodstain.

Yevr gritted his teeth and fought back, but Xia Feng continued to dodge to the right like a loach.

"Poof!" Poof! "puff!"

After several rounds, Yevre was bruised all over his body. Although it was not fatal, the victory or defeat was already obvious.

In desperation, a voice of unwillingness came out of his mouth.

"I admit defeat."

Yevre is one of the strongest championship candidates in Xia Feng's group. After eliminating him, the next game became relatively simple. Xia Feng passed five levels and defeated six generals, and finally rushed to the top [-] in the morning .

in the afternoon.

The few contestants that Xia Feng paid attention to were perfectly staggered, and he used all his overt and underhand moves. Amidst the cheering voices of Guigui and Ansel, he miraculously entered the quarterfinals.

However, he was not unscathed. In the afternoon, he also met a folk master. Although he won in the end, his left arm was cut with a deep bone wound.

After the game was over, Xia Feng sat on the chair and clenched his teeth, holding the gauze tightly around his injured left arm.

Du Wei watched with horror.

"Xia Feng, don't you need to sew?"

"Need not."

"It's all like this, so don't compare, don't lose your life then."

Xia Feng's forehead was sweating from pain, but he still squeezed out an indifferent smile.

"It's okay, little hurt."

Now he can no longer make a single mistake, the quarterfinals have already been drawn, and tomorrow is the semi-finals, his fault tolerance rate is getting lower and lower.

At dusk, the officials announced the names of the top eight contestants, namely.

Tailin, Skadi, Pete, Xia Feng, Xiao Yunye, Erzhuzi, Dongbu, Hela.

That's right, both Franka and Sanwa were eliminated, and Grani disappeared at some stage.

Sanwa lost to Skadi. Although she fought for a while, she was finally thrown off the field by a sword.

But Franka lost to Dongbu and was slightly injured.

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