At this time, someone in the live broadcast room sent out a barrage of comments, attracting everyone's attention.
"Everyone, I am the son of Deng Huairen. Please don't worry or be afraid!"
"My father was passionate and courageous, but he failed because he had been corrupted by the business world over the years."
"In seventeen years, I've never used a knife, and I've never practiced. I'm already rusty."
"So, don't be afraid!"
Only then did everyone react.
"So that's how it is."
"Huh, I haven't practiced in seventeen years, haven't even touched a knife before, so it's inevitable that I'm a bit rusty. That makes sense."
"I was so scared. I thought this Yang Wei Taro was really that powerful."
"It's just that we've lost two games in a row, and almost all of them were killed instantly. This isn't good. Let's get a real expert up there and finish them off!"
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“That’s really optimistic.”
The goblin slowly uttered a few words: "Rudimentary? It's true that there should be some rust, but the gap is indeed huge. This Yang Wei Tailang is also a talent."
Lin Bin had just returned from clearing the dishes. He nodded slightly upon hearing her say this, and sighed, "He's almost as powerful as Battousai was ten years ago."
"A genius-level person."
The big goblin suddenly looked at her and smiled: "Do you still want to try?"
"The timing is not right."
Lin Bin spread his hands.
Things are not ready yet!
What's more, we can observe for a while, maybe someone can counterattack, right?
"Okay."
The demon stretched lazily. "Oh, by the way, I just saw a message on your phone. Your disciples should be coming over to watch the live broadcast and chat with you. I guess they're all feeling pretty bad."
"Especially the Gan Zhi brother and sister."
"I see."
Lin Bin nodded.
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"Hidden Sword Sect, Lu Minghui."
A middle-aged man came on stage, clasped his fists, and made a right-up and left-down gesture to decide the outcome, life or death.
"oh?"
"I've heard of you."
Yang Wei Tailang laughed: "Back then, your master didn't even take a single blow from my master and died. I heard that your Cangjian Sect was also built on speed?"
"Fifth Junior Brother, play with him."
"Hi!"
The fifth disciple of Battousai stepped forward, then lay down directly, ready to attack.
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Deep in the mountains.
Many disciples of Cangjian Sect watched the live broadcast with serious expressions.
"Success or failure depends on today."
"Whether our Cangjian Sect will re-emerge and open its gates, or whether we will remain in seclusion and return to the mountains, all depends on this battle, Senior Brother."
"Father will definitely win!"
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Cangjian Sect, practicing the art of Cangjian.
In the live broadcast room, someone knowledgeable commented: "On weekdays, they seem to be unarmed, but it is said that they always have swords hidden on their bodies, and more than one."
"Because no one knows where their swords are hidden, and this style of attack is extremely fast, so it is often fatal in one strike."
"From a certain perspective, the Hidden Sword Technique is somewhat similar to the Iai Slash. Both are extremely fast moves that determine victory or defeat instantly."
At this moment, the duel between the two has begun.
choke!
Almost at the same time, both of them moved.
As Lu Minghui waved his hand, a short sword suddenly appeared, and on the opposite side, the fifth disciple of Battoushai had also made a move. The sword flashed, and the man and the sword seemed to become one, flying towards him at the same time.
brush!
The dagger slashed sideways.
Side slash with a reverse-edged sword.
choke!
The swords collided, rubbed, and sparks flew.
Blocked!
A large number of audiences from ancient oriental countries showed joy on their faces, but within a moment, their hearts suddenly sank.
Lu Minghui's attack did block the opponent's reverse-edged knife for a moment, but after the swords clashed and rubbed against each other, the reverse-edged knife once again slashed across Lu Minghui's right arm.
The wound was so deep that the bones were visible and blood was dripping.
Ding-dong.
The dagger fell and he couldn't even hold the sword.
"Lost."
In the audience, a warrior from the ancient nation sighed softly, "It's not about strength or speed, it's about the sword being too short. If his sword was longer than the reverse blade, this wouldn't be the case."
"The swords used in Tibetan swordsmanship are not long."
"Lu Minghui, come down, you..."
"I'm not dead yet."
Lu Minghui's eyes were bloodshot. Even though his right arm was seriously injured and he could no longer hold the sword, he still refused to retreat.
"This battle..."
"That's enough, that's enough!"
Many people tried to persuade him: "We still have a lot of people and many experts. There is no need for you to die here in vain."
"We are from the Hidden Sword Sect, and we don't have many people."
He crouched, holding the sword in his left hand.
Seeing this, the other party laughed, holding the reverse-blade knife that had long been sheathed, and lay down again.
"Your predecessors from the Hidden Sword Sect were expert assassins, and are not suited to a head-on collision in the ring. You'd better step back..."
There were still people trying to persuade him in the audience.
But Lu Minghui's pale face was full of fortitude.
Everyone sighed in their hearts, knowing that he would not come down.
This means sacrificing one's life for justice.
For your own genre...
At this moment, under the stage, an old man with white hair and beard quietly took off the black cloth bag behind him and opened it.
It turned out that what he was carrying was a spear that was split into two pieces.
The old man said nothing and continued to piece together the spear.
At this moment, the two men on the stage fought again. Although Lu Minghui was extremely fast and blocked the knife, and even almost hurt the opponent, his injured right arm became a burden.
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