After the two games in the morning, the people in the stands lingered for a long time, and the comments came one after another like a tidal wave.
Xie Chen's Rusty Sword, Lan Lingwei's Pure Water Physique, each is more surprising than the other, and each is more shocking than the last.
Not many people left during the lunch break. Everyone stayed in their seats waiting for the show to start in the afternoon, for fear of missing something.
At the end of the afternoon, it officially started. With the sound of everyone breathing, the list of the third game was frozen on the light screen.
Xiao Yan, Xiao Zhenyue.
There was a roar in the stands.
"Do you still need to watch this one? Xiao Yan wins every game, and Xiao Zhenyue crushes every game."
"Lu Qingye, a master of three beasts, couldn't even break Xiao Zhenyue's defense."
"I bet Xiao Zhenyue to enter the semi-finals. This is not the same as picking it up for free."
"What a pity. I originally wanted to see Xiao Zhenyue and Mingjue go head-to-head, but why did I win the second lady Xiao Household."
Qin Tiexin was sitting in the rest area, and a trace of regret flashed through his heart. Xiao Zhenyue was one of the opponents he wanted to face the most. The military's tactics, open and closed, were just right to test his own strength.
Unfortunately, it wasn't his turn this round. He shook his head gently, suppressed the regret, and looked towards the ring.
The two men took the stage.
Xiao Zhenyue carried Mysterious Iron Heavy Shield and Formation-Breaking Great Halberd and walked extremely steadily.
He was nearly a foot tall, and when he stood on the stage, his momentum was as strong as a mountain, making the audience in the front row lean back unconsciously.
Xiao Yan was wearing a plain white battle dress and holding a thin sword. He was slender and stood in front of Xiao Zhenyue, like a child.
The hem of her skirt was gently lifted by the wind, revealing her slender ankles.
Xiao Zhenyue did not despise her.
Everyone said that Xiao Yan was the weakest among the top eight, but Xiao Zhenyue didn't think so.
He has been on the battlefield and knows that the more inconspicuous his opponent is, the more likely he is to hide something deadly.
A soldier does not pick his opponent, but only fights according to the worst-case scenario. His eyes are as steady as iron, and he stares at the seemingly weak woman in front of him, and the fighting spirit around him slowly rises.
He took the lead in charging.
The heavy shield presses forward, and the big halberd sweeps across.
The shield struck after the halberd, opening and closing, and each blow made a sound of breaking through the air. His footsteps made a thumping sound on the table, cracks spread from the footing, and gravel splashed.
His charge was like a chariot, unstoppable. As the shield wall advanced, the air was squeezed and made a low hum.
Xiao Yan's figure is erratic, walking through the wind.
The plain white battle skirt fluttered like a butterfly, with her feet barely touching the ground. Her whole figure looked like a white feather blown up by the wind.
She dodged seven or eight moves in a row, but never came into direct contact with Xiao Zhenyue. Occasionally, she struck out with a sword, and the tip of the sword touched the euphorbia, trying to use the force to swing away, but she was shocked back several steps, the tiger's mouth became numb, and the rapier buzzed and trembled.
Xiao Zhenyue hits harder and harder.
The armor's aura lights up layer by layer, the fighting spirit rises upward step by step, and the fighting spirit around the body rises like a tide.
The shield wall advanced, step by step, pressing Xiao Yan's activity space from most of the ring to the center, and then from the center to the corners. Every step he took was like stepping on a drum, and the thumping sound made people's hearts tremble.
Xiao Yan wanted to escape from the side, but Xiao Zhenyue not only had a powerful attack, but also had an extremely stable defense. He swung his shield and halberd, leaving no way for Xiao Yan. He had only one purpose, either to be defeated head-on, or to be kicked off the ring directly.
Unknowingly, Xiao Yan had retreated to a corner of the ring, with the edge of the ring behind him, and there was no way out.
Xiao Zhenyue shouted low, raised the big halberd high, and struck down Earth Splitter.
The halberd roared in the wind, and gravel flew to both sides. The power of this halberd was enough to split an ordinary monk in half.
Everyone in the stands held their breath.
When the halberd fell, Xiao Yan couldn't catch it, fearing he would be seriously injured. The Golden Core monk beside the stage secretly raised his spiritual power, and several medical cultivators also stood up, ready to go on stage to save people at any time. Some even turned their heads away unbearably.
At this moment, Xiao Yan did not panic.
She stood still, sheathed her sword, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes.
The plain white battle dress was flying in the wind, but she was like a white jade statue, motionless. There was no fear or panic on that delicate face, only a kind of quiet determination.
Xiao Zhenyue's next halberd was halfway through, and Xiao Yan opened his eyes suddenly.
Her red lips parted slightly, and a long voice flowed from her throat.
The sound was warm and long, neither high nor low, but it carried the power to soothe people's hearts, like spring water melting into ice, like the warm sun melting into snow, it entered Xiao Zhenyue's ears invisible and colorless, and penetrated into the depths of his sea of consciousness.
Xiao Zhenyue's movements suddenly stopped.
The spurge stopped abruptly in mid-air and could no longer be swung.
His whole body froze there, as if he was frozen by something. The fighting spirit surging throughout his body receded like a tide, and the burning fighting spirit in his heart was slowly extinguished by a gentle force, leaving only a blank silence.
His eyes changed from sharp to dazed, and his pupils dilated slightly.
Because Xiao Yan was forced into a corner, Xiao Zhenyue's huge body blocked her completely, and most people in the stands could not see what was going on in the corner.
Everyone only saw Xiao Zhenyue's spurge stopped in mid-air, lingering for a while. They were all confused and whispering to each other.
"What's going on? Why doesn't Xiao Zhenyue's spurge fall?"
"Xiao Yan gave in? The voice was too low and you didn't hear it?"
"No, the referee hasn't spoken yet?"
Xiao Yan The corners of the mouth are slightly raised, and it works.
Then she formed a mudra with both hands, with the index finger of her left hand facing forward.
A very faint golden Buddha light seeped out from the fingertips, as thin as gold wire, silently passed through Xiao Zhenyue's body-protecting battle energy, passed through the spiritual light of the euphorbia, passed through the heavy shield's defense, passed through the armored Spirit Rune, and hit him directly.
That golden light seemed to come from another dimension Penetration. It did not damage external objects and only acted deep inside the human body. It landed precisely on the Tanzhong point on Xiao Zhenyue's chest.
Xiao Zhenyue's body suddenly froze.
He looked down at his chest.
The armor was intact, the aura was still flowing, and there wasn't even a scratch on the surface. But he could feel that something had passed through, Penetration, which had overcome all defenses and directly touched the depths of his body, like a thin needle piercing his meridians.
Second finger.
The golden Buddha light condensed into a line and pointed out again. This time he could see clearly, but his physical defense was useless. The golden light submerged into his sea of energy, and a forbidden power spread.
The third finger.
Xiao Zhenyue's knees softened and he knelt down on one knee.
His knees hit the table with a dull sound. He gritted his teeth and tried to stand up, but his legs failed him.
The heavy shield and halberd slipped from his hands and hit the table. Two dull loud bangs echoed throughout the ring.
He knelt there, his chest heaving violently, and the veins on his forehead popped out. All the Qi and Blood and spiritual power in his body were blocked, and he could not mobilize any strength. His eyes were full of unwillingness, but his body no longer obeyed his orders.
"I surrender."
The voice came out from between his teeth, low and hoarse.
Xiao Yan retracted his fingers, looked calm, turned around and walked towards the audience. His plain white dress swayed gently and his steps were calm.