"If my sword is faster and more accurate, can I pierce his Soul Skill throat before he is completely released?" Zhou Qiubai's eyes were bright, "There is no need to break through the defense, I just need to find that momentary gap."
Yang Guyun was silent for a moment, thoughtfully. "Do you want to break through in battle?"
"The best time to make a breakthrough is between life and death." Zhou Qiubai smiled, "Two versus seven, enough life and death, right?"
"What if it fails?"
"Then lose." Zhou Qiubai shrugged and said nonchalantly, "There's no shame in losing. Two against seven. Losing is normal, winning makes money."
Yang Guyun stared at him for a long time and suddenly said, "You did it on purpose."
"What?"
"You mentioned two versus seven not just to provoke them." Yang Guyun said slowly, "You want to force yourself, force me to break through the second form of marksmanship in a desperate situation, and force you to break through Soul Power's bottleneck."
Zhou Qiubai's smile gradually faded, but he did not deny it.
"Gu Yun, do you know what I'm most afraid of?"
"I don't know."
"I'm most afraid of comfort." Zhou Qiubai looked out the window. There were few stars in the night. "As a long-term leader, if you always pick on the weak, you will gradually forget how to fight a tough battle. When you really encounter a life-or-death crisis, it will be too late."
When he thought that Tang Hao was still watching, he had to work hard.
As for knowing Yang Wudi through Yang Guyun?
Yang Wudi can't beat Tang Hao himself, so don't join in the fun.
He paused and said in a very soft voice, "Ice-Sealed Forest That time, if Senior Wang hadn't exchanged his life for an opportunity, we might have died."
Yang Guyun didn't say anything, just held the gun barrel tightly.
"So~" Zhou Qiubai turned his head and smiled brightly again, "While there is still room for choice now, fight more hard battles. When one day there is no choice anymore, at least we have experience."
There was silence in the room.
After a long time, Yang Guyun said, "How will we fight in three days?"
Zhou Qiubai jumped out of bed, walked to the table, spread out a piece of paper, dipped his pen in ink. "Come, let's think about it carefully."
Outside the window, the watchman sounded the third watch, and the night was dark.
Although they are quiet here, the message is blowing through Tianxing City like the wind.
"Have you heard? Spear and Sword Peerless wants two against seven!"
"Two against seven? Are you crazy? Your opponent is Imperial Fighting Team!"
"Just three days later, the most expensive ticket in the city for the home game has been sold for ten Gold Soul Coin!"
In teahouses, restaurants, and on the streets, everyone is talking about this upcoming showdown.
Some people think Spear and Sword Peerless is too arrogant, others think Imperial Fighting Team will definitely crush it, but most people just want to watch the fun.
After all, how many times can we watch a showdown of this level in a lifetime?
The tickets for Soul Fighting Arena were sold out one day in advance. Scalpers raised the price tenfold, but there were still people rushing to buy it.
The well-known nobles and wealthy businessmen in the city asked for private rooms through their connections. Even the city lord's palace sent people to ask if security should be strengthened.
At noon on the third day, Tianxing Building top.
Seven people sat around the table. On the table was a lunch that ordinary people would have to save ten years to afford, but no one moved their chopsticks.
Qin Ming looked at them and said slowly, "A few final words."
Everyone sat upright and listened attentively.
"First, don't underestimate the enemy. No matter how weak the opponent seems, we must fight it as a life and death battle."
"Second, protect Lingling and Nine Heart Begonia. They are your greatest advantage and the opponent's primary target."
"Third..." Qin Ming paused and glanced at the seven people, "If the situation is not right, you are allowed to admit defeat."
"Teacher Qin!" Yu Feng said anxiously, "How can we admit defeat?"
"I mean what if." Qin Ming's eyes were like daggers and his words were firm, "Remember, this is just a Soul Fighting, not a life and death vendetta. You are the hope of the future of the empire and the hope of the college. Your lives are more important than face."
Yu Tianheng nodded, secretly writing in his mind. "I understand."
Qin Ming looked at him and suddenly asked, "Tianheng, how do you feel now?"
Yu Tianheng was silent for a moment and answered seriously, "Excited, but also... a little nervous."
"Nervousness is a good thing." Qin Ming stood up and his eyes became firmer. "Nervousness shows that you value your opponent. Go ahead, the time is almost up."
The seven people stood up, saluted, and turned to leave.
Qin Ming stood in front of the window, watching their retreating figures.
"It's great to be young." He whispered to himself, a complicated light flashing in his eyes.
At Yunlai Inn on the other side, the atmosphere is particularly lively.
Zhou Qiubai is wearing a brand new White Clothes, which he just bought with the bonus he won in the past few days.
The material is the best Cloud Brocade. Under the sunlight, the cuffs are embroidered with light cyan moiré patterns.
One hundred gold pieces!
My heart aches.
Mainly because the previous clothes were uncomfortable to wear.
Yang Guyun is still wearing Black Clothes, but it is also new. The dark red tassels on Returnless Spear are swaying gently in the wind.
"Let's go." Zhou Qiubai opened the door.
"Yeah." Yang Guyun responded simply.
The two of them walked downstairs side by side. The innkeeper smiled slightly from behind the counter and said, "You two, let's win!"
On the street, people who saw them moved out of the way one after another. Their eyes were partly curious, partly admirable, but also partly suspicious.
"That's Spear and Sword Peerless?"
"Looks so young..."
"What does it matter if you are young? They can win in seven days, can you do it?"
Zhou Qiubai couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly as he listened to the discussions around him, while Yang Guyun seemed very calm and held the handle of the gun involuntarily harder.
Turning the corner, the huge silhouette of Soul Fighting Arena came into view.
Seeing the two people approaching, cheers, whistles and boos mingled together, and the whole street was instantly excited.
Zhou Qiubai's expression remained unchanged and his steps were firm as he walked straight towards the contestants' tunnel. Yang Guyun followed him silently.
Zhou Qiubai stopped, took a deep breath, and turned to look at Yang Guyun, his eyes flashing with anticipation. "Are you ready?"
Yang Guyun nodded slightly, with determination in his eyes.
"Then..." Zhou Qiubai raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, his eyes shining brightly, "Let us be famous as Tianxing City!"
The iron gate opens.
Zhou Qiubai adjusted his sight slightly.
The audience was densely packed, and at a glance, there were at least tens of thousands of pairs of eyes.
Directly opposite the venue, seven figures stood side by side.
Imperial Fighting Team.
Zhou Qiubai Take a deep breath and take a slight step forward.
Yang Guyun followed closely behind, and the two walked to the center of the field and stopped just ten feet away from Imperial Fighting Team.
Dressed in White Clothes like snow, and Black Clothes ink-like, standing in front of seven people, seemingly thin, but yet so calm.
The referee walked to the center of the field, looked around both sides, and said loudly, "Tianxing City Great Soul Arena, home field, finale."
His voice spread throughout the audience through Amplifying Soul Tool, and every word was clearly audible, arousing waves of echoes.
"Both sides: Imperial Fighting Team, seven people. Spear and Sword Peerless combination, two people."
He paused and raised his voice. "According to Soul Fighting Arena rules, both parties must share their first names before the formal competition!"