This Game is Outrageous

"No. 12, Yang Huaming won!"

Yang Huaming breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as he can win this one, he is relieved.

Because he is already destined to enter the top 32.

As for the next game, he has already ignored it.

Just so confident.

The competition system required him to fight again with the bye. If it was normal, Yang Huaming would definitely feel that it was unfair, but he knew it after meeting the No. 65 contestant.

This man is here to deliver.

It's to give him confidence.

There was cooperative applause from the audience, but there was silence in the backstage lounge.

Su Su shook her head again and again, not because she underestimated the enemy, but after looking at it, the two of them were indeed vegetables.

The two key points were all won by this kind of nonsensical hooligan play.

This style of play may work for the weak, but for the strong, it is full of flaws.

Su Su had a hundred ways to deal with this rogue tactic.

She looked around, but saw that most of the people in the lounge looked relaxed.

It seems that they also think that these two are very good.

It's not too bad. If these people are so weak, then Su Chen would have to wonder whether martial arts in the real world pull their hips like this, or whether she is really too strong.

[No.17, Kongtong School-Wang Wei VS No.[-], Hengshan Sword School-Yu Zisheng. 】

Su Su looked up at the TV, but saw that Wang Wei and Yu Zisheng were already standing on the field. As the referee waved his raised hand high, the two sides immediately began to approach each other.

But Wang Wei suddenly stabbed with a sword while stepping forward!

The sword was so fast that Yu Zisheng hardly had time to react, he hurriedly raised the sword and wanted to open it, but when the blade hit Wang Wei's sword, the tip of the sword had already stabbed into his mask.

Everyone in the lounge suddenly exclaimed.

Compared with the game, the real kendo is so simple and unpretentious, and many times it is such an inexplicable sword that the victory and defeat have been divided.

But only an expert can see how fast and fluent this sword is. The whole body is already connected as a whole before making this sword. This is a practice day and night. Knowing thousands of times to have such a speed.

It seems that Yu Zisheng was also beaten by this sword and lost his temper. In the second round, he was slashed in the fatal part by a sword again, and unfortunately he was eliminated.

"The strength is good."

Su Su nodded and watched five more rounds, but he never saw anyone stronger than Wang Wei.

Or maybe everyone is hiding their power.

The middle-aged man walked in and said:

"Su Su and Yang Ziming are ready to play."

Su Su immediately stood up.

It's time for her to act.Under the attention of the audience, the girl with a long silver-white ponytail walked slowly to the center of the venue, holding her head high and her expression extremely relaxed.

Compared with a martial artist, she is more like a star who stands on the stage and attracts much attention. She is born with a proud temperament.

One judge said:

"The mentality is good, but unfortunately, no matter how good the mentality is, it depends on the strength to win."

In the audience, a middle-aged woman who accompanied Yang Ziming said:

"Hey, our Ziming is going to enter the top 32!"

A man on the side glanced at the middle-aged woman:

"What's the use of the top 32? Don't blame me for speaking bluntly. Yang Ziming's strength lies there. It is the blessing of the group to be able to enter the top 32. There are two opponents with poor strength, but he can enter the top 32. The strength of the contestants is naturally not weak, you, Yang Ziming, can still make it to the top [-]?"

The middle-aged woman was not angry when she was told this, she just smiled and said:

"Of course I know the strength of my family Ziming, and I don't ask him to get a good ranking. Our Yang Jiajian is a small faction, and we are very satisfied to be able to enter the top 32."

While the audience was communicating, Su Su and Yang Ziming were already standing on the field, bowing to each other, and when they raised their heads, they both saw each other's relaxed expressions.

Yang Ziming immediately showed dissatisfaction.

Even if he relaxes, why do you dare to relax, Su Su?

Who gave you confidence?

I really thought you were a girl, and I would release water if you were beautiful?

Then you think too much. As a ruthless martial artist, I have nothing more important than the sword in my hand.

I'm going to kill your spirit today!

Thinking of this, Yang Ziming squeezed the sword in his hand even more.

The referee raised his hand high and waved it down suddenly.