Magus Tech Chapter 213: It’s not a flaw, it’s a trap

Preliminary day is over soon.

During this day, Li Cha, Nancy, and Raymond fought many battles.

Needless to say, Li Cha and Nancy's strengths - they have steadily entered the so-called quarterfinals. As for Lei Meng, although he consumed a lot of exercise at night, his swordsmanship was not too bad. He gritted his teeth and tried his best, and finally entered the quarterfinals, but his ranking was slightly lower than that of Richard and Nancy.

In a blink of an eye, the next morning, the quarter-finals were live.

In the gladiatorial arena in Kailuo City, under the shining of the sun, thousands of spectators shouted, and it was extremely lively. But in the VIP seats that were specially isolated, there were not many people sitting in the seats, especially the king's seat in the middle—his master didn't show up at all.

Li Cha, Nancy, and Raymond, who were standing at the entrance of the arena, glanced at the seats and realized that the chances of King Khufu appearing in the morning are not very high, and Macbeth is unlikely to do anything.

Sure enough, after a while, Macbeth appeared at the entrance and exit where the three were, and whispered to the three: "Khufu didn't come, so you perform well in the morning, and you are guaranteed to enter the semi-finals in the afternoon."

"Ah, yes." The three of Li Cha nodded.

"The game has begun." Macbeth said.

The three of Li Cha immediately looked towards the field, and saw that the eighth-ranked swordsman and the seventh-ranked swordsman had already met in the open space in the field.

To the three of Li Cha, the other two were obviously strangers, and at this moment, all three of them looked at it with the eyes of the audience. It was seen that after the host dropped the white handkerchief, the two guarded each other for a while, and the seventh-ranked swordsman made the first move, and then quickly fought together.

Those who can enter the top eight will naturally not be too weak. Both of them use long swords, which reflect dazzling light under the sunlight. The audience shouted like a tsunami.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Left! Watch out for the left!"

"Stupid! He's on your right!"

"He's going to attack again..."

“…”

The two continued to fight under the various voices of the audience, and the final result was a bit surprising—the seventh swordsman who shot first and was ranked higher lost, and the swordsman who was at a disadvantage most of the time in the battle. The lower eighth swordsman won - but within acceptable limits.

After all, a high ranking does not mean everything. Maybe the opponent hides his strength and deliberately ranks low to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger. You know, although this youth-level swordsmanship tournament is not as good as the adult-level swordsmanship tournament, the top three of the tournament still have generous rewards. In addition to fame, there are also many gold coins. means.

In the end, the seventh-ranked swordsman covered the sword wound on his arm and stayed more than ten meters away from the center of the open space to prevent being chased by his opponent. Then he raised his hand and waved his hand, expressing the choice of "surrender" to the host.

The host of the quarter-finals was no longer the one from the preliminaries the day before, and seemed to have a higher status.

The other party was wearing a black aristocratic costume, with a mustache and shiny hair. Standing on the high platform, he glanced at the seventh swordsman, waved the short white cane in his hand, and announced the result neatly: "This match, Ulas from Tok City wins! Congratulations to him!"

As soon as the host's voice came out, Ulas, the eighth swordsman in the field, immediately stopped his attacking stance, and the defeated seventh swordsman also heaved a sigh of relief, and then walked towards the entrance in desperation. Behind him, the audience booed for a long time and praised his opponent.

At the entrance and exit where Richard and his party were, Macbeth raised his eyebrows, looked at Raymond and said, "Okay, it's your turn to play next. You have also seen what the result of failure will be. Although, as long as you If one person can enter the finals, this plan will be considered a success, but I still hope that each of you can try your best to win.

This is not for any reward—don't even think about rewarding you—when the time comes, I'll kill all the kings, so do you still want to wait for someone to bring you a box to give you gold coins?

This is mainly for your own considerations. After all, it feels uncomfortable to be looked down upon and belittled. Oh, of course, if your abilities are limited, don't force yourself. "

"Yes, Lord Macbeth, I remember." Raymond nodded seriously. Because of the physical exhaustion yesterday, he knew very well in his heart that he performed very poorly and was not favored by Macbeth. But after a night's rest, Lei Meng felt that he had recovered to the peak of his strength today and could win.

Taking a deep breath, he said confidently to Macbeth, "Master Macbeth, I will definitely win."

"That's good, let's go." Macbeth said.

"Yes." Raymond nodded, and walked out of the entrance with a long sword in his hand. And in the opposite direction - another entrance and exit, his opponent was walking towards him, dragging a heavy two-handed broadsword backwards.

The two walked to the middle of the venue, and the host, dressed in black aristocratic attire, spoke up and began to introduce the situation of the two of them in general. For example, as the sixth-ranked swordsman Totie holding a broad sword, where did he come from, how famous he is, what great things he has done, and how many famous opponents he has defeated. As for Raymond, there are similar introductions, but most of them are false - Macbeth is fictional.

After some introductions, the host successfully aroused the audience's interest, and then announced in a deep voice: "The next game will officially start. Let me see, is Norwick City's tortoise more powerful, or Pompetz City's Raymond is amazing?!"

After the words fell, the host raised his hand from the high platform, and threw a handkerchief in his hand to the ground ~IndoMTL.com~ The handkerchief landed, and Raymond and his opponent Tuo Tie in the field immediately moved, and the two They are all unceremoniously grabbing the first-hand advantage.

Lei Meng stabbed out with a sword, feeling very confident in his heart. In his opinion, his sword is light in weight and fast, and he can definitely attack the opponent first. Then you can force your opponent to follow his rhythm and let him win.

But after Lei Meng stabbed out with a sword, he saw that his opponent Totie didn't dodge, but swung a heavy broadsword and slashed at him, so he panicked. According to the current situation, when he pierces the opponent's stomach, his head will also be cut off by the opponent-this is not cost-effective-piercing the stomach does not necessarily mean death, but being cut off the head will definitely die.

Lei Meng panicked and hesitated, the long sword was not completely thrust out, and the broad sword was already in front of him.

"Ah!"

Lei Meng screamed in panic, dodged quickly, and finally dodged this attack in a panic. The next moment, his opponent took the initiative and launched continuous attacks.

As Lei Meng kept dodging, he was thinking in a panic: "Damn the opponent is actually hiding his strength. In yesterday's preliminary round, the opponent was obviously not so difficult. But today, he directly suppressed him Stop it. This won’t work, it’s absolutely not going to work like this. He wants to win, he has to win.”

Thinking about it, after dodging for a long time, he gritted his teeth and grabbed an opening exposed by the opponent, and stabbed out fiercely with his sword. But as soon as the sword stabbed out, Lei Meng felt a chill in his heart, because he saw his opponent smiling coldly at him, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

This!

Raymond's pupils constricted.

Damn it! This is not a flaw, but a trap! ...