Swordsman Without a Name
Battle I
"But who will be the referee between all the matches?" huang Pangcu asked after everything fell silent.
"I'm alone," Ming Tian Bao suddenly stepped forward. He offered to be a referee.
The seven representatives from Tionggoan looked fixedly at all the members of the Flying Dragon Organization. From the look in his eyes, it was as if they were questioning whether they agreed or not.
"Okay, we agree. Because other than him, it felt like nothing was appropriate" said the Second Flying Dragon.
"Thank you" said the grandfather from the East while courting respect.
Yush!!! Yush!!!
Seven people from both sides had already jumped into the pre-determined arena. They stood in the middle of the vast grassland of Hua Sun Mountain.
The distance of each fight is quite far. So that anyone will not worry if later the fight will interfere with other fights.
The upper-class figures present surrounded them from the edge of the fighting arena. Everyone was looking forward to the terrible fight that was about to take place.
They knew that this fight would be even greater, even greater than the previous fight.
Because every opponent that will be faced is a tough opponent all. The fight will be a great battle that may never happen again in the martial world.
Gripping atmosphere. Slender. Silent. Stiffen. Thrilling. Everything is in one mood. Although it now seemed calm and ordinary, but actually everyone who was there was being serious.
The representative is gathering all his abilities and confidence that he will win. Every one present and seeing the fight was praying in his heart. They hoped that the deputy warrior Tionggoan would win the battle later.
If it wins, then the Tionggoan martial world will have a bright future. But if you lose, it's over.
In the battle arena, each figure was observing each of his opponents from top to bottom.
The Bengcu Pole gains the opponent of the First Flying Dragon, Huang Pangcu against the Second Flying Dragon, Poh Kuan Tao the Milky Way Tiger No Match against the Third Flying Dragon, the Blind Who Knows Everything against the Fourth Flying Dragon, Tian Hoa fights the Beautiful Goddess of Seven Lives, and the Nameless Swordsman against the Fifth Flying Dragon and Cio Hong against the Sixth Flying Dragon.
Everyone is ready in their own position.
They began to gather pure air with an unparalleled amount. The Eve around the fighting arena became extremely terrifying. Death feels thick. Eve murder is very thick.
Is this just a regular race? Or will it become a killing field?
Yush!!! Yush!!!
Seven human shadows were already moving simultaneously. They begin a terrible fight that is very difficult for anyone to imagine.
A sharp glint of weapons began to appear to envelop the air of this cold night. The loud clashing of each of the mouths of the characters select a match and without a match sounded tempestuous.
A layer of magic air enveloped the entire meadow. The various rays looked dazzling.
Everyone who saw started to hold their breath. They take every fight very seriously.
The Bengcu Pole was fighting fiercely against the First Flying Dragon. Both have launched a variety of powerful moves and attacks that are unmatched.
They use swords. Both were heirloom swords made from special materials. The difference is, the Pole of Bengcu uses a weak sword that can be used as a belt, while the First Flying Dragon uses a sword that has two sharp edges.
Exactly, the sword branched.
The Bengcu pole felt alien to such a sword form. But regardless of the form, he would still face it fearlessly.
Let alone having two branches, even if the sword had a thousand branches, the Pole of Bengcu would not tremble.
Yush!!!
The human shadow flashed very quickly. The Bengcu Pole launched a fierce and violent attack. An attack that brings news of death from hell.
The branch!!! The branch!!!
The Piang Bengcu sword stopped after it was successfully held back by the tip of the forked sword.
Bengcu immediately pulled back his sword. After that he immediately launched another attack.
Slash after slash began to be launched by the two figures. A quick and powerful stab was carried out with complete conviction.
The fight is getting better. Not felt, the battle of the two had already entered the twenty-fifth stage.
Realizing this, the Bengcu began to bring out his sword style.
Dragon God Reaching the High Sky!!!
Yush!!!
His sword game turned great. This time Bengcu played his sword with a speed beyond human reason. The limp sword circled around the opponent's body. The attack from top to bottom, the opposite attack, continued to be launched by the Dragon of Truth From Nirvana.
The clangg!!! Srett!!!
Broken!!!
The First Flying Dragon's sword broke into three pieces. After that, the base of his right arm was successfully injured by a drowning sword belonging to Bengcu.
The First Flying Dragon leapt backwards. Unknowingly his sword had already slipped out of his grasp. A very thick red blood poured out profusely from the gaping wound.
But even so, his facial expression showed absolutely no pain. Not in the least. The face was still stiff like a corpse. Only his pair of eyes were staring in disbelief.
How angry and upset that person is. But to act further, he clearly did not dare. Especially if you do something that can cause great events.
Not because I dare. Not because there was no order from the chairman.
The fight of the two instantly also instantly stopped. The Bengcu pole sheathed his mestika limp sword. He himself immediately charged towards the First Flying Dragon.
"Thank you for giving me face" he said politely.
"I deliberately gave in to you" he replied coldly.
Bengcu did not speak anymore. He immediately returned to his original position.
Meanwhile, Ming Tian Bao who was the referee immediately announced the completion of the fight between the two people.
The upper class are happy. If they were not ashamed, they might have pranced like children. But they soon realized that the victory of the Bengcu Pole was not a determination. Unless it's just a first step.
The first step of defeat, or the first step of victory?
Yush!!!
The human shadow in the other battle arena had rushed forth to welcome the attack from his current opponent.
Huang Pangcu launched a great attack with his green kemala stick. The heirloom stick was exactly like a poisonous snake that was showing its ferocity.
The green light formed a line winding in all directions. The light was very bright, also very fast.
The Second Flying Dragon who was Huang Pangcu's opponent immediately unleashed his ability. He himself was aware that the old geezer who was his current opponent was not an indiscriminate person.
The two blades of the dagger were jet-black in color and his hands began to move freely. The two blades followed where the stick belonged to the martial world grandfather.
