EBE Chapter 269 Swords and spears have no eyes.
Chapter 269 Swords and spears have no eyes.
Chapter 269 Swords and spears have no eyes.
Cheers erupted, not for the contestants, but for the beautiful Yang Wanrou.
Yang Wanrou was wearing a backless cheongsam, with the slit almost reaching her waist.
Unfortunately, Yang Wanrou didn't say much before the stage was lowered again, and the cheers gradually subsided.
As Yang Wanrou announced the start of the match, everyone's attention returned to the ring.
Lin Fan and Liu Neng also moved towards the center of the arena at the same time.
Lin Fan stretched his muscles as he walked.
A competition held in full public view must be presented like a normal duel.
Tread-tap-
Liu Neng quickened his pace and ran towards Lin Fan.
Lin Fan imitated Liu Neng's movements, mirroring his actions.
Next, using the same punches and footwork, Lin Fan imitated Liu Neng for over a hundred moves.
The show lasted for more than ten minutes, and the audience was so engrossed in watching that they started yawning.
"Master, what's wrong with Brother Fan?"
Lian Jiulong in the audience was completely bewildered. In his memory, Lin Fan should only need three moves to deal with a martial artist of Liu Neng's caliber, but now they had actually fought to a draw.
Fang Yixiao waved his hand: "Can you mimic your opponent's movements instantly while fighting?"
"No, but—"
Lian Jiulong frowned: "But Liu Neng only used introductory martial arts moves. Who doesn't know those?"
Fang Yixiao pointed to the arena: "Lin Fan wouldn't do that."
"You don't know how? How could that be? That's just a beginner's move..."
Lian Jiulong had only spoken halfway when he suddenly looked at Fang Yixiao, his eyes filled with shock: "Brother Fan, you learned the opponent's fighting style and then imitated and executed it in an instant?"
Fang Yixiao stroked his beard and nodded with a smile: "However, this matter is between you and me. Just like I told you before, you must not spread anything about Lin Fan."
"Disciple understands!"
Lian Jiulong nodded, and when he watched Lin Fan's duel again, he actually became quite engrossed.
How strong must one be to quickly imitate and execute an opponent's moves?
Lian Jiulong's admiration for Lin Fan intensified: "I must have a good talk with Brother Fan afterwards!"
On the stage, Lin Fan and Liu Neng continued their duel.
Liu Neng was already sweating, but Lin Fan's breathing remained steady.
To make the illusion more convincing, Lin Fan would occasionally catch his breath.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Lin Fan used his hand to strike Liu Neng with a palm strike.
Liu Neng crossed his arms to defend himself, and Lin Fan didn't exert much force, but simply pushed Liu Neng's arm all the way to the edge of the ring.
After rushing a few steps, he pushed Liu Neng off the stage.
Lin Fan won the first game without any suspense, but to outsiders it was full of suspense.
Park In-meng watched from the audience while wiping away sweat, worried that Lin Fan might make another mistake.
Logically speaking, based on the strength Lin Fan had previously demonstrated, he should have easily defeated Liu Neng, who was at the fourth stage of Body Refinement.
"Never mind, never mind, let's just take it one step at a time."
Park In-meng calmed himself down: "If Lin Fan really has this kind of strength, then there's nothing to be afraid of. If Su Ruowei loses money on her investment, so be it."
The scoreboard on the big screen changed; the number below Hua Yunzong's column became 1.
Yang Wanrou's voice rang out in the arena:
"Hua Yunzong wins the first round, adding one point! Please wait a moment, the next match will be between Di Xiaoyun and Sun Tianqiang!"
Lin Fan left the stage and sat down in the waiting area of Huayun Sect to rest with his eyes closed.
Acting is really tiring; it's not as satisfying as a knockout punch.
"Brother Fan, what's wrong?" Huang Yuanbai stepped forward and asked cautiously.
Lin Fan slightly raised his eyelids and then closed them again, seeing that it was Huang Yuanbai: "You're so old, calling me brother is making me sound old."
Huang Yuanbo gave an awkward laugh: "Are you feeling unwell? Why did it take you so long to play..."
Lin Fan raised his eyelids again: "I do feel a little uncomfortable, just let me have some peace and quiet."
"Okay, okay, please take care of yourself!" Huang Yuanbai dared not say anything more and obediently sat down to the side.
He kept looking at Lin Fan, wanting to ask him what was wrong but not daring to speak.
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A few minutes later, Sun Tianqiang and Di Xiaoyun stood on the ring.
With the host's command, the competition began.
Currently, Sun Tianqiang and Di Xiaoyun are both at the 8th dan level, making them evenly matched.
The duel between the two is full of highlights.
At the start, Sun Tianqiang did not rush forward, but instead walked to the weapon rack and picked up a nine-ringed sword.
Upon seeing this, Di Xiaoyun quickly ran to the weapon rack and grabbed a long spear.
From the stands, Park In-meng stroked his beard and smiled: "A sword is heavy and agile, while a saber requires stability. Tianqiang is a master of the saber; he will surely win this battle."
Not far from him, Zhuang Chunrou sneered: "An inch longer, an inch stronger. Xiaoyun is a master of spearmanship. Her spear moves like a dragon dancing and blooming flowers. How could Sun Tianqiang be her match?"
The two sect leaders were locked in a fierce battle; even before the arena moved, the atmosphere in the stands was already thick with tension.
Zheng——
Sun Tianqiang dragged his sword along the ground as he ran quickly toward Di Xiaoyun, sparks flying from the ground behind him.
Di Xiaoyun showed no weakness, slung her spear behind her back, and took two steps at a time to meet the enemy.
As the two drew near, Sun Tianqiang leaped up and swung his sword in a powerful slash, cutting through the air as he charged forward. Di Xiaoyun held her spear horizontally in front of her chest, raised the tip of her spear, and thrust it forward, striking the sword squarely in the side.
"clang!"
The metallic sounds clashed as the two men each took a step back to regain their footing.
With each breath, Sun Tianqiang launched another attack, swinging his nine-ringed saber horizontally to slash at Di Xiaoyun's waist, the momentum like an autumn wind sweeping away leaves.
Di Xiaoyun did not back down. She turned to the side and used her spear to block the attack. After dodging the blow, she seized the opportunity and thrust her spear at Sun Tianqiang's face.
One shot can unleash a thousand, the spear shaft trembles and the tip flashes, its momentum is like a dragon, seeking to take lives and steal souls.
"Dang Dang Dang——"
Sun Tianqiang swung his knife to block the attacks, but was overwhelmed by the blows.
"Tianqiang! Hidden knife!"
Seeing that Sun Tianqiang was at a disadvantage, Park In-meng couldn't help but shout from below the stage.
Upon hearing this sound, Sun Tianqiang tried to step back and avoid the attack.
In a battle between masters, every move can be fatal. Di Xiaoyun would never let an opportunity slip by. As Sun Tianqiang retreated, she advanced, her spear thrust increasing rather than decreasing, determined to take down her opponent.
The gun barrels rained down like a storm, and Sun Tianqiang could only focus on defense, having no intention of launching any further attacks.
The clash of swords and spears on stage thrilled the audience.
Some were happy while others were worried. The disciples of Tianlan Sect all looked on with smiles, waiting for Di Xiaoyun to defeat the enemy.
The disciples of Huayun Sect were all heartbroken and could not bear to watch any longer.
At this moment, Lin Fan glanced at the arena, then slightly turned his head to look at Huang Yuanbai:
"Elder Huang, do you think Sun Tianqiang can defeat the enemy by advancing through a gun?"
"Stepping forward through a gun?" Huang Yuanbai paused for a moment before suddenly realizing.
The spear is the king of cold weapons, and it is extremely difficult for a sword to break a spear when the two players are of similar skill level.
Although it is difficult, it is not without a way. After parrying the spear thrusts with a knife, one can use offense as defense and retreat as advance to defeat the enemy.
The key is that the stepping forward over the gun must be done in one smooth motion; it's all about speed and power!