Pirate System

Chapter 358 Competition (Part 2)

The officer was stunned, and hurriedly responded. Dadarian rushed forward, flashed past the officer, and then stood alone. The officer then whimpered.

Xiaohuwan's blade was dripping blood.

With just one move, Dadarian slashed the scolding officer to the sword, but he didn't kill him, just cut him.

Although this event is a competition, the sword has no eyes and the muzzle is ruthless. A little accident is inevitable, and no one will be held accountable for minor injuries. The problem is that Dadarian's attack was too obvious, as if he had intentionally slashed the officer, which made the people from the Dragon Tooth Country very dissatisfied.

"You should be glad that today is just a discussion." Dadarian sneered, the long knife shook, and the bright red blood on the ground was thrown.

The officer covered his injured arm, did not humiliate himself any longer, and went off the field in dismay. Facing the defeated subordinate, Michael did not get angry, his face was expressionless, and he silently stared at the opposite Tangke.

"I'll make a gesture with you." A figure flew out from the Dragon Tooth Country and landed on the field. Like Dadarian, he was also an elf swordsman. There was a warm anger on his face, obviously trying to find a place for the officer who was injured just now.

"Very good, I like to duel with swordsmen." Dadarian raised his eyebrows and rushed towards the enemy. There was a bang on the field, and the air was shaken. When he reappeared, he was already in front of the elven swordsman, his hand raised the knife and fell, and the light of the knife drew a beautiful half-moon.

The elf swordsman couldn't dodge in time, and the sword in his hand was only half drawn before being slashed in the chest by Xiaohu Maru's blade. Although he was not injured, his clothes were torn open. If the life and death were to fight, the elven swordsman would have already become a dead soul under the sword.

D'Addarian is another one-shot win.

"Your knife... so fast." The defeated elf swallowed. He obviously underestimated D'Addarian's strength, otherwise he would not recklessly play.

"It's not that I'm fast, it's that you're too slow." Dadarian shrugged.

The elf swordsman came back with a dark face, and sat in the chair sullenly.

Dadarian carried the tachi, fluttered backwards, stood in the center of the audience again, and glanced at the row of dragon-tooth police officers on the opposite side. Everyone he saw had a chilling feeling of being pierced.

"Who is this person? Why haven't you met?"

"His title is 'The Killer' and his name is Dadarian. He just appeared at sea at the beginning of the year. He is the backbone of the dragon pirate group. He is extremely cruel and kills countless people. According to the report, he is a fifth-order Swordsman, but now it seems that it should be a sixth-order swordsman."

"What about the sixth-order swordsman, I'm still a sixth-order fighter. I will meet him when I go down, and let him down."

The officers in Longya Kingdom were talking a lot. One of them couldn't hold his breath. He jumped into the field and stabbed the long spear in his hand heavily on the ground. The purple grudge ignited and coiled around the tip of the spear.

Dadarian's eyes flashed with enthusiasm, and he didn't talk to him. He waved a knife to signal to start, and then he took the lead in attacking. His swordsmanship is slaughter, and he will never be sloppy in battle, let alone test it out. As soon as his sword came out, the temperature on the field plummeted a bit, and a cold sword energy swept out. Although his attack was fierce, he did not succeed as he did just now. This time, the opponent's strength was on par with him.

The sixth-order fighter held a long spear to face it, and the purple fighting qi was unparalleled, blocking all the cold sword qi, and stabbed it open with a single blow.

The two are fighting together, you come and go, the sound of the confrontation is deafening, and the overflowing airflow sometimes bō and the viewers on both sides. Fortunately, the people on both sides are masters and have the strength to avoid them. Those two unfathomable commanders would not see their subordinates injured.

Michael watched D'Addarian's battle, his slender and sharp brows furrowed, and he was even more puzzled: "Why would such a master play for Tangke? Damn, this D'Addarian alone is quite difficult to deal with, Could it be that Tangke has the strength to surpass him? Later, we must find a way to force Tangke to take action and find out his true details, so as not to fall into trouble when dealing with him in the future."

In a few breaths, the two of them had already fought more than a dozen moves on the field. The fighter danced the spear into a long purple dragon, wreaking havoc on the field. If it wasn't for the field being made of Mithril, it would have been shattered.

In exchange for others to learn from each other, it must be the end of the point, but Dadarian was not like this. He used all his strength and enjoyed the battle to the fullest. He smashed the purple vindictive aura with a single blow, and with a feint move, he successfully stood behind the fighter and held up the Xiaohumaru Taida sword.

After raising the sword, Dadarian's aura suddenly restrained, the murderous aura on his face disappeared, becoming extremely calm, and the sword energy on the blade surface also became like a mountain and flowing water.

The quick-responding masters all saw the power of this move, and someone blurted out, "Be careful!"

The fighter felt more deeply about this move than others. He noticed that the enemy was standing behind him, his heart froze, and he secretly screamed bad. He turned around quickly, and at the same time released a strong grudge from his back, trying to resist the power of the knife.

This moment of life and death has become extremely long, and he can clearly see the moment when the enemy strikes the sword with his peripheral vision. This knife is simple and unpretentious, without any tricks, and its strength has also converged to the limit, but it is precisely this that makes this move an invincible force, as if everything in the world will be mercilessly cut off by this knife.

He watched helplessly as his proud purple Dou Qi was cut off, and then his neck froze and his body felt cold. Vaguely, he felt that he was standing at the gate of **** and saw thousands of dead souls drifting past. He thought he was dead, and as soon as his fighting spirit dissipated, the purple fighting spirit in his body also went out. He stood there for a while, thinking stiff, waiting for death, but death did not come, his vision gradually became clear, and he saw the real scene.

The elf boy who was one head shorter than himself had already carried the knife on his shoulders, and the ruddy c gang grinned.

"I lost." Beads of sweat hung on the fighter's forehead, and mō mō mō's unscarred neck. Convinced of his defeat, he nodded slightly to Dadarian, and returned to his seat holding the heavy spear.

This fighter has a high reputation in Longya, and once he lost, it caused a lot of influence. The officers talked a lot, but no one dared to play for a while. There are very few strong men in this world, the sixth rank can be a school officer, the seventh rank can be a general officer, and the eighth rank can be a commander. Although there is no shortage of masters on the Longya Kingdom side, the sixth-order ones feel unsure, and the seventh-order ones feel that they will bully the small, which leads to a deadlock.

The royal pirate named ròu Mountain Cannon watched two battles in a row, his face trembled, and he said in his heart, "I wanted to take this opportunity to avenge Harold and Roberts, but Tangke's men are so powerful. , how strong will he himself be? Hey, I'm just asking for trouble when I go up, so let's give up the idea of ​​revenge."

Dadarian's strength really shocked the officers of the two countries, but it was Tang Ke who was most shocked.

"I haven't seen him for a few days, and Dadarian's strength has risen so much. He is really a swordsman genius. If I don't have the system to help, I won't even try to catch up with him. I can recruit him, really Luckily, sooner or later, he will become the strongest in the world. At that time, he will become my strongest arm." Tangke stomped his hands and stared at Dadarian on the court with a gleam in his eyes. color.

Dadarian's unwillingness to leave any room has damaged today's friendly atmosphere. The female commander of the Greenland Empire was a little unhappy, and said to Tangke alone: ​​"Let your people come back, this is a discussion, not a duel."

Tangke gave the commander a little face and shouted: "Dadarian, you are too obstructive on the field, come back."

Dadarian turned his head and said casually, "Let me fight one last time."

Having said that, it would be bad to call him back again. Tangke turned his head to look at the female commander at the other end with a helpless expression on his face. The female commander grimaced and acquiesced to Dadarian's final battle.

On the side of Longya Kingdom, Commander Alexandra's old face sank, and she said indifferently, "Wuming, you can play. Learn from this swordsman from a friend country."

As soon as the strange name Wuming came out, it immediately caused a heated discussion.

"It would be interesting if it was Wei Jian. Anonymous appeared. He is a sixth-order assassin, and his assassination technique is famous for his speed. If these two fight, it must be a late duel."

"I heard that Wuming has a record of killing a seventh-order powerhouse. If he takes action, that Dadarian will not be able to show his prestige."

"That is to say, the commander ordered him to end the competition. Otherwise, he would not participate in this boring competition. His dagger was specially born for killing people."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a strange man in black stepped onto the stage. It was strange to say that although he was thin, every step he took gave people a feeling of the top of Mount Tai, as if the deck was shaking. On his back, there seemed to be an invisible black vortex flowing, absorbing all the vitality and beauty into it and obliterating it. He was covered with black cloth all over, even his hands were wearing hard leather gloves, and his face was covered with black gauze, only a pair of pale eyes were exposed, there were no pupils in them, and they were empty.

Only then did Tang Ke realize that it was the first time he had seen this nameless person, and it seemed that this person rarely showed up. He used the investigative technique to bring up the anonymous data.

Wuming is a sixth-order assassin, and from the data point of view, it is comparable to Dadarian. But data is dead, and people are alive. With the same level and data, magicians can beat people in other professions. It's hard to say who is stronger than the swordsman and the assassin.

"Very well, it seems that I met a good opponent in the last battle today." Dadarian pointed the tip of his knife at Wuming rudely.

Wuming did not answer, he took out a sharp dagger from nowhere, and pointed the tip at Dadarian.

There was no need for anyone to start, the two started the battle tacitly, just as people had guessed before, both of them were quick-fighting types. As soon as they made a shot, they moved with lightning and disappeared without a trace, and they could only be seen on the field. The afterimages of the two of them left behind.

There were only a few dozen people on both sides who could keep up with the speed of the two with their eyes, and the rest could only see vague black shadows. Under the extremely fast movement of the two, a gust of wind formed on the field, blowing the corners of everyone's clothes.

The figures of the two were not easy to capture, but the sound of the battle resounded in the sky, like a dragon roaring in a deep cave. Although this sound is loud, it is only the sound of the vibrating air when moving, not the sound of swords clashing. This proves that the two have not yet made a head-to-head confrontation.

Dadarian also wanted to slash the strange sword. Wuming, but he slashed over it, and what he slashed was just a phantom. He tried his best to capture Wuming's true body, but his speed couldn't keep up. Fortunately, his speed is not slow, and he is like a ghost teleport on the field. He couldn't cut Wuming, Wuming couldn't stab him, and the two were about the same speed. He has a more powerful sword skill "Beast Breaking Heaven Jun", but the destructive power of this move is too broad, and it is not suitable to be used on such a small field. In this battle, he can only rely on small and delicate sword skills.

"Okay, I'll be faster than you today"

Dadarian slammed hard, stomping on his feet, and stamped a footprint on the Mithril-forged deck. He rushed forward and stabbed the nameless figure with a knife, but what he stabbed was still an afterimage. He was not discouraged, and continued to increase his speed, like a gust of wind, sweeping the audience. His speed increased by about 30%, and he finally hurt Wuming and pierced the corner of Wuming's clothes, but that's all.

The corners of the black clothes fell down, and before they hit the ground, they were picked up by the strong wind and blown into the sky, swiftly like a black dart.

Wuming's eyes narrowed, murderous intent emerged, and he also increased his speed, and performed an assassination stunt called "Eight Directions Quiet". He put the dagger in front of him, and the man and the weapon became one, and he killed Dadarian. He swung the dagger and slashed at Dadarian's forehead.

The elf boy leaned over and stabbed into the air, but only hit the black shadow. Almost at the same time, Wuming, who had just dodged the attack, came back and stabbed Dadarian in the back with a dagger. D'Addarian turned to dodge, slashed again, but failed again. The two made more than a dozen attacks in the blink of an eye, but none of them were able to hurt each other. When they fought to the last move, the two swords finally touched each other.

"Ding"

As the clear sound dissipated, the dark shadows and strong winds in the audience also disappeared, and the two who had been fighting for an unknown number of rounds stood firmly on the field, maintaining a posture of colliding swords. At the point of intersection, one spark after another is rubbed out.

"This game is tied, and the two of us can't play. Under such circumstances, we can't tell the winner. Let's stop here for today. I look forward to playing against you in a more free environment next time." Dadarian smiled and added, "It's better to fight to the death."

Wuming nodded unexpectedly, agreeing with Dadarian's point of view, and took the dagger back.

Dadarian gave Wuming a deep look, and the two separated by mistake and returned to their seats.

"It's terrifying, this elf clan boy is as fast as Wuming."

"It's really incomprehensible, why would such a powerful person want to be a pirate? Wouldn't it be better to serve the empire?"

"Where there is light, there must be darkness. This is the eternal theorem. As long as the sea does not dry up, there will be no shortage of pirates in this sea."

The officers on both sides were inevitably discussing again.

After Dadarian sat down, he said with a smile: "These few games have been quite enjoyable, and it is difficult to meet such masters as them on weekdays."

Tangke could only chuckle in return.

As time passed, the sun slanted westward, and this exchange activity was gradually coming to an end, and it was about to end.

Tangke never meant to play from the beginning to the end, which made Michael unable to sit still, and flew to the court when one person had just stepped off the stage. With just a few moves, Michael dismissed an officer on the Greenland side from the field, and then he looked down from a high position, his eyes fixed on Tangke, and the meaning couldn't be more clear.

Seeing Michael looking straight at Tangke, the people in Greenland didn't play with interest. For a time, everyone's eyes were focused on Tangke.

As a party, Tangke closed his eyes and pretended to take a nap.

Michael raised his eyebrows. He knew that Tangke was competitive, and deliberately said: "Captain Tangke, I have admired your swordsmanship for a long time. I wonder if I can take this opportunity to teach you a thing or two?"

"Huh...huh..." Tangke ignored him and snored. He really likes to win, but today he won't let Michael go with his heart. It's pointless to hit Michael with a hoe.

"Young Master Tang is posing there, I'm challenging you" Michael shouted sharply.

Dadarian frowned, and asked Tangke sideways: "He challenges you. If you can't be timid, you will become a laughing stock."

Tang Ke continued to pretend to be asleep, his mouth moved slightly, and he whispered: "I am the leader of all evil thieves, and my every move affects the lives of tens of thousands of people, so I can't use my temper. If I don't play today, he will not be able to judge my strength. , when you have to deal with me in the future, you will be timid. Now that I am on the court, there is no benefit other than being angry with him in vain."

"But being provoked but not fighting~www.readwn.com~ loses the dignity of a swordsman."

"If I were alone, I would dare to jump up and challenge the dragon, but now I am the captain of the pirates, so I can't do things according to my temperament. This is called involuntarily."

Dadarian looked at Tangke and Michael, who was still on the field, and had some insight, and said, "Maybe you are more suitable to be the captain of the pirates than me, I have decided not to rob you for the time being. Position, after you develop the pirate group to the maximum, I will grab it from you and pick up the ready-made ones."

"Haha, you think so beautifully," Tangke's mouth curved up.

Michael shouted provocatively on the field, lost his demeanor, and somewhat destroyed the harmonious atmosphere today. The commander of Longya Kingdom reached the limit of his endurance and ordered him to sit back. Michael's goal was not achieved, and he was reprimanded by the superior again, and angrily went off the stage. He glanced at Tangke unwillingly, and vaguely felt that Tangke was very different from before, a little more calm, and vaguely had the style of a general, and I was afraid that it would be more difficult to deal with in the future.

There was no more turbulence in this discussion, and it ended like this. In fact, not only Michael, but also many people wanted to know how strong Tangke, a rapidly rising genius, was, but this mystery was kept until the end and was not revealed.