The two men attacked simultaneously. As they fought, the audience below expressed their opinions one after another. The major sects and families sitting on the high platform watched quietly.
Bei Yutang tilted her head and asked, "Mo'er, who do you think will win between the two of them?"
"Swordsman."
As soon as he finished speaking, the person next door heard it and sneered.
"The swordsman is almost unable to hold on. The swordsman's swords are so sharp that he will be defeated in just a few moves." A man who called himself a master spoke eloquently. Although he said this to his companions, everyone around him understood that he was mocking Xiao Moer.
Xiao Moer did not refute, and Bei Yutang and even the rest of their group did not say anything.
After a few breaths, the situation on the stage suddenly took a surprising turn. The swordsman, who had been retreating step by step and was at a weak position, suddenly burst out. After the swordsman had consumed his energy in the early stage, he caught him off guard when he burst out. He wanted to avoid it, but how could the swordsman give him a chance? He hit him with one blow.
With a loud bang, the swordsman was kicked out of the ring.
The swordsman bowed to the swordsman who had fallen off the stage and said, "Thank you."
The person who just said that the swordsman would win now had a very interesting expression on his face.
The second person came on stage to challenge, and halfway through, Bei Yutang asked the same question again.
Xiao Moer stared at the two people on the stage and said thoughtfully, "The swordsman will win."
The man who had previously predicted the swordsman would lose was no longer convinced. This round had clearly been a losing battle for the swordsman, with his opponent at ease, dominating him the entire time. And yet he still lost? What a joke.
"The swordsman is at the end of his rope and will definitely lose this round. He was lucky in the previous round, but this time it's different. The opponent will be on guard. It won't be easy for him to launch a surprise attack."
Xiao Moer did not refute, because no words could be more convincing than the final result.
A few minutes later, the swordsman won, but it was just a narrow victory.
The man's expression changed several times, and the people around him couldn't help but turn their heads to look at Xiao Moer.
From then on, every time Xiao Moer predicted the results, he came right. In the end, people around him wanted to know the results and asked him one after another.
"Young Master, who will win this time?"
Someone asked, and Little Moer replied obediently, "The Knight in Red."
"Why?"
Little Moer stared at the two men fighting on the stage with a sharp gaze, "Because the swordsman in red has a soft touch, he uses softness to overcome hardness."
…
"Young Master, why did he win just now?"
"because……"
"Young Master, did you see clearly what just happened?"
"Look carefully. What just happened was..."
…
Everyone watching in the audience knew Xiao Moer, and they all thought that this kid was amazing and had excellent eyesight.
The commotion on their side naturally attracted the attention of many of the major sects on the stage, and some people sent people to inquire about what was going on. After the people below figured out what was going on, they reported the results to the sect leader.
The leaders and disciples of various sects heard that there was a five or six-year-old child who was proficient in martial arts, had sharp eyes, and could see who would win or lose in a battle.
Many of the respected sect leaders, masters, and leaders present were able to tell who would win and who would lose, but they were the leading figures in the martial arts world, so naturally their vision was more accurate than others.
However, the other person is a child, which is different.
It is absolutely impossible to say that this child's martial arts has reached their level. The only possibility is that he is extremely talented.
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