Monarch of Evernight: The first battle of Seventy-Two Fights
bsp;"Yilin Shuai is not this kind of person! No matter what the purpose is, it is impossible to sacrifice so many red scorpions!"
Wei Potian looked solemn, his usual frivolity gone. Looking at Qianye's excited and determined expression, he just patted his shoulder and did not continue to speak.
Qianye was at a loss, and even he was unwilling to face the confusion. In his memory, Lin Xitang was definitely not the kind of person who would betray his subordinates for a small profit. If he could be so ruthless, he would not be dragged into the mire of the rebellion in Western Xinjiang.
Qianye can't believe that that man would do such a thing! It was Lin Xitang who took him away from the garbage dump. What Qianye gained was not only a new life, but also a goal in life. Qianye's hard work and hard work are all to one day stand in front of that man and let him know that he has lived up to his expectations.
Even during the most difficult days after being contaminated by the blood of darkness, Qianye still held on to every faint hope to survive, because the life that man gave him was too important to give up easily. But if, if Wei Potian's guess is even remotely possible, then all his perseverance and struggle in the past will become meaningless!
Wei Potian reached out and held Qianye's arm tightly, "Xiaoye, forget those things, you can't go back!"
Qianye didn't expect the rough and straightforward Wei Potian to say this, and couldn't help but be stunned. His thoughts were confused and slow now, and after a while he asked: "Am I the only survivor of that battle?"
"In fact, in the eyes of the empire, you have been killed long ago."
This night, Qianye couldn't sleep at all. He finally got up and practiced, mastering the state of golden blood running independently in the body. Since Manager Wen believes that his abnormal physical performance comes from Chenxi Qiming, he should make good use of this misunderstanding.
Early the next morning, the fighting competition was held in the martial arts field at the back of Weiguo Gongyuan. The huge martial arts arena is divided into dozens of venues, and competitions can be held at the same time.
Hundreds of people signed up to participate, the vast majority of whom were children of noble families. The first three rounds are a knockout and round-robin format, and are completed within one day, which means that each qualifying player has to defeat several opponents. A child from an aristocratic family like Qiqi will not be able to compete until the fourth round tomorrow. Zhao Junhong and Song Zining will only enter the field in the fifth round, and they can choose which opponent they will face.
Different from the actual hunting ground battles where aristocratic families form teams, the fighting competition is the stage where the nobles’ children can really stand out. Putting aside everything else, the highest reward in the fighting competition is a level 5 customized version of the Force Gun, which may be the strongest weapon a noble family can get!
With the word tailor-made, it is not limited to the level of Force Gun. In the hands of some people with special talents, a level 5 gun that can give full play to their talents may ultimately be more powerful than an ordinary level 6 force gun.
Zhao Junhong’s iconic Silver Wing Fantasy is a customized version of the fifth-level gun. As one of the fourth sons of the new generation of the Zhao family, he also uses a level 5 customized gun, which shows how tempting the grand prize in the fighting competition is.
In addition to those generous rewards, this is also a ladder for nobles to ascend to heaven. Duke Wei and his distinguished guests will all be present to watch the battle, which can more intuitively demonstrate one's personal strength and talent than an actual battle on a hunting ground. Contestants with outstanding performance will all be eagerly recruited by wealthy families without exception. Therefore, every disciple of the noble clan attaches great importance to this competition and puts all his effort into it.
As soon as Qianye arrived at the arena, he felt the atmosphere of high fighting spirit. On one side of the martial arts arena, contestants lined up in a long line to receive their number plates. The first three rounds are completely determined by drawing lots to determine the order of battle. Maybe two powerful warriors will be assigned together in the first round. This happens every spring hunting.
Gong Wei will not take any measures to avoid this situation. In the empire's concept, luck is also a part of strength. If you have a strong heart that wants to reach the top, then you must have the courage to crush all opponents in the way.
Qianye lined up in the queue, slowly moved forward, and then received a number plate of his own: No. 163.
A huge virtual light curtain rises on one side of the martial arts arena, showing all the fighting arenas. Then pairs of numbers began to appear in each fighting arena, and this was the battle table that was about to begin.
Qianye found his number on it, and then walked to the No. 20 fighting arena.
A bald man stood in front of Qianye. He has a thick beard and a pair of strange blue-gray eyes. His burly body is almost two or three times bigger than Qianye, and his arm alone is thicker than Qianye's thigh.
The big man showed a malicious smile, looked Qianye up and down, and said: "I know you, the boy who plays with guns. I heard that you used an eagle to kill the second master Zhao's team? This is really disappointing. People are amazed, but this is an arena, we have to use our fists to resolve the battle, you can't use your gun."
The big man moved his hands, his joints kept making crackling sounds, and then he started running around Qianye. As he walked, he said: "I have always hated snipers, very, very much! Do you know why? Because I I feel that those guys are cowards without buttholes who only dare to hide in the darkest corners and use bullets to kill opponents from a distance. They only need the strength to move their fingers, so they all look lean. A monkey, or looks like a girl! Yes, that’s you!”
Qianye lowered his eyes and spread his legs slightly to shoulder level. This was the most basic stance for military fighting skills. He didn't move at all, as if he didn't hear what the big man was saying at all.
"Boy, when the game starts later, I will smash your beautiful face with a punch! So you'd better admit defeat quickly, lest I can't hold back!"
Qianye still stood quietly, like a statue.
At this time, waves of low and desolate horns sounded over the martial arts arena, which was a sign of the start of the fighting match.
Qianye's eyes suddenly opened, and the aura around him suddenly rose, rising higher and higher, and in the blink of an eye it surged like a furious wave!
The bald man had already set up a diagonal lunge and was about to punch. At this moment, he seemed to suddenly freeze, his mouth wide open, and his hands stopped unexpectedly! In front of his eyes, there seemed to be a huge wave of force that covered the sky and the sun, and it was shot unstoppably!
The big man with rich fighting experience suddenly came to his senses and realized that he was intimidated by his opponent's momentum! He let out a strange scream, accelerated his fist speed, and hit Qianye on the head!
But the big man had lost his chance. This punch was thrown hastily to break through Qianye's momentum. It was strong enough but not varied enough. He saw that Qianye's martial arts were martial arts, and he was already prepared to be attacked. He also thought about the next change of attack moves.
However, Qianye exhaled loudly, used his strength to punch, and actually punched out exactly the same, and he punched the big man solidly!
The big man's face suddenly became like a kaleidoscope, with countless expressions appearing at the same time. It was unclear whether it was shock, fear or worry. And his arm suddenly made a clicking sound and was twisted out of shape.
The result of the fist fight was that the big man’s arm was completely disabled!
Qianye flew up and kicked the big man hard in the stomach! This kick sent the big man flying into the air, but it stuck to Qianye's military boots strangely and did not fly out of the fighting arena instantly.
Those who know how to do it will immediately know that Qianye’s kick is too powerful, and it is released suddenly and quickly, leaving no room for the opponent to use the force to retreat. He can only use the power of this kick to solidify it. Bear it on the ground.
Qianye retracted his legs, and the big man paused in the air for a moment, then fell to the ground with a plop, landing on his face. There was a muffled sound, and more than ten teeth were scattered in the blood on the ground.
"Sorry, you were a little slow to admit defeat, so I couldn't stop." Qianye said lightly.
The big man could only scream in pain. After the war started, he was defeated by Qianye almost instantly. How could he have any room to speak?
Two private guards of Duke Wei came over and lifted the bald man down.
Qianye looked at the fighting arenas in front, back, left and right, and most of them were when fierce battles were in full swing.
Most of the nobles who dared to participate in this kind of wheel battle were very powerful, so there were quite a lot of evenly matched battles. Blood began to be seen in many fighting arenas, and two lives were even lost. In comparison, the bald man who fell at the hands of Qianye was relatively lightly injured, but his defeat was too ugly. He will probably be laughed at for a long time when he walks out in the future.
Qianye slowly walked towards the side of the fighting ring, just as he was looking for a place to rest, when suddenly there were several rounds of applause from the side, and someone praised: "Good fight!"
He looked up and saw Zhao Junhong standing on the sidelines. He didn't know how long he had been here.
Qianye smiled slightly and said, "Thank you, Second Young Master Zhao, for your compliment."
Zhao Junhong seemed not to have heard the slight sarcasm in Qianye's words, and said: "This is interesting, so as not to miss me. I will wait for you in the decisive battle, if you can win , then my prize in the Spring Hunt will be yours."
Qianye smiled again, this time with a bit more sincerity, "Then first thank you, Mr. Zhao, for your generosity."
Zhao Junhong said calmly: "Wait until you have the ability to see me."
Batches of fighters continue to enter the fighting field, win or lose, and then leave the field. Some people were turned into corpses forever on the fighting field. Every narrow upward staircase was no more merciful than the **** fighting in the Blackstream City of the Eternal Night Continent.
Finally the first round of fighting was over, and Qianye faced his second opponent, a pretty sweet-looking noble girl. She stood in front of Qianye, her beautiful eyes wide open and looking forward to him, her big eyes seemed to be able to speak, and she kept looking at Qianye.
"You are beautiful!" she said suddenly.
"Thank you." Qianye replied calmly.
"My name is Xie Yumiao, can you please give me a moment?"
"Not good."
Qianye's cold answer made her eyes suddenly turn red, as if she had been greatly wronged. She stood there a little timidly, just lowering her head and fidgeting with her clothes. She didn't look like someone who came to the fighting arena, but more like a cardamom girl raised in a boudoir.
The horn sounded again, and Qianye's momentum increased again, and in the blink of an eye it was like a roaring sea wave. He arrived in front of Xie Yumiao in a few steps and punched him in the chest.
Xie Yumiao seemed to be frightened and did not dodge at all. Instead, she straightened her chest and faced Qianye's fist. This movement of hers almost pushed all of her surprisingly plump **** out of her clothes, and even made the two noble youths watching the battle nearby feel their blood boil and their faces turn red.