Black Book

Chapter 115 Stereotypes Kill People

Feng Zhaobai was speechless and hesitated for a moment. Due to the confidentiality regulations, he could not say it clearly, so he could only explain it euphemistically.

"Junior Brother Zhu is that kind of... Emmmm... a very special existence. You are just asking for trouble by comparing yourself to him. Do you understand?"

"don't know."

Wang Hua shook his head in confusion.

Feng Zhaobai: “…………”

Sighing, Feng Zhaobai pondered for a moment and murmured in more straightforward words.

"Just remember that he is a special case. Don't let his growth shake your Tao heart. Even if you are a real reincarnation of an immortal or god, you have to bow your head in front of him..."

After saying this, seeing Wang Hua's surprised look as if he had realized something, Feng Zhaobai smiled slightly and changed the subject calmly.

"By the way, who is Junior Brother Zhu's opponent this time?"

"The system automatically matched him with a gold player. I didn't pay attention to who it was, but I don't think he can beat him anyway."

After thinking about it, Feng Zhaobai did not continue asking questions and walked straight to the viewing area with Wang Hua.

It's just a mere piece of gold. If he was the reincarnation of an immortal or Buddha, he could have lost it more gracefully.

Otherwise, when facing an [Abyss], what the other party should consider is how to die with dignity...

Thinking of this, Feng Zhaobai frowned slightly.

However... we still need to cultivate the correct values ​​in Junior Brother Zhu. Now is the critical period for his growth, and we cannot let him develop the habit of killing and bloodthirsty...

Don't kill people unless necessary!
Otherwise... an [Abyss] obsessed with destruction and killing will be the nightmare of the fantasy world of the heavens!
In a trance, it seemed as if I saw billions of lives struggling and wailing in the sea of ​​blood, and one fantasy world after another collapsed and annihilated under Zhu Haomiao's shadow...

Feng Zhaobai shuddered all over, his scalp felt tingling, and his eyes became more determined.

..............................

More than ten minutes later, the next round of the competition began. Zhu Haomiao walked onto the stage and heard information from his opponent.

"The next match will be between the Chinese player [Zhu Haomiao] and the Gallic player [Catherine Veronia]."

The Gauls again?
Thinking of the opponent who surrendered without hesitation in the previous game, Zhu Haomiao frowned slightly, and some ideas of breast techniques involuntarily emerged in his mind.

I hope that this time the opponent won't surrender as soon as they meet, and put up some resistance...

At least let me test my true strength without using the [Book of Black]?
His five fingers moved slightly subconsciously, and Zhu Haomiao saw the figure slowly walking up from the opposite side of the ring, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

She was a tall, bright and beautiful girl with delicate facial features and a maturity beyond her age. Her long, wavy light brown hair was tied behind her with a simple hair accessory. Her curvy figure brought cheers from the entire venue just by walking onto the stage.

What’s more important is that Zhu Haomiao did not see any cowardice or fear in her eyes. Her bright and clear blue eyes were full of excitement and she was eager to try.

His eyes swept across the golden iris emblem on her magnificent chest. Zhu Haomiao took off his hood and untied his cloak, revealing his handsome face with a hint of demonic charm. He nodded slightly to her from a distance of hundreds of meters.

However, seeing that Zhu Haomiao was not carrying any weapons, Catherine Veronia frowned slightly and couldn't help but ask.

"You don't use weapons?"

"Well, there's nothing suitable."

Zhu Haomiao smiled calmly on the surface, but he was secretly complaining in his heart.

Mainly because I haven't practiced...

A random weapon in your hand is no more than a fire stick, maybe even worse than bare hands...

However, Catherine Veronia on the opposite side may have misunderstood, and glanced at the audience, and immediately someone threw a gorgeous Western sword up to her. "This is one of my swords, I'll lend it to you first."

shuh~
With a light throw, the Western sword flew over a distance of hundreds of meters and headed straight for the boy's face.

Zhu Haomiao: “???!”

slap~
Forced to take the sword, before Zhu Haomiao could explain, Catherine Veronia spoke excitedly.

"I heard that your Chinese swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world. I started learning swordsmanship when I was four years old, and I have never been defeated by my peers. This time I came to the Magic City competition area specifically to see your unique swordsmanship. I hope you won't let me down!"

After saying that, Catherine Veronia slowly stepped forward, drew a gleaming rapier from her waist, raised it sideways, and gently raised her slender white neck, like an elegant and proud white swan.

After looking at the other party's excited and expectant eyes, and then looking at the gorgeous sword inlaid with gems in his hand, Zhu Haomiao pursed his lips in an indescribable manner.

Chinese swordsmanship is unrivaled in the world...

But not every Chinese knows Kendo!!!
Go find someone to practice sword fighting with!
What does it mean to throw a sword at me?
So with more than one billion people in China, everyone knows swordsmanship, right?

Stereotypes kill people! !
Zhu Haomiao blinked his eyes and looked around. Under the spotlight of the crowd, he couldn't say that he didn't know how to use a sword. He could only swallow his anger and slowly draw out the sword in his hand.

Qiang~
Amid the crisp sound of the sword, the mirror-smooth sword slid out of the sheath. Looking at his face reflected on the sword's spine, Zhu Haomiao sighed helplessly.

That's okay...

For me now, it doesn’t make much difference whether I have a sword or not.

Because basic strength itself does not have any tricks, it is all about breaking all methods with one force. It is all numbers, without any techniques, and has a kind of simple and unpretentious beauty.

And this sword looks pretty sharp...

Just swing your sword and chop randomly...

On the other side, Catherine Veronia was already urging impatiently.

"are you ready?"

"Ah."

Zhu Haomiao casually made a sword flower and nodded.

But the next second, his lazy gaze suddenly focused, and a sharp light was reflected in his pupils.

A distance of dozens of meters flashed by, and Catherine Veronia appeared in front of the boy as if teleporting, with the sharp sword blade pointing directly at his throat.

shuh~
He subconsciously raised his hand to block, and the sword tip blocked Catherine Veronia's thrust, but the huge force coming from the tiger's mouth made Zhu Haomiao startled.

Is this the power of gold level?

Much better than me!

Zhu Haomiao only deflected the opponent's thrust by an inch and dodged by turning his head. A sharp cold light passed along his neck, leaving a barely detectable line of blood.

In a flash, the two sides crossed each other. Catherine Veronia rushed out a few meters, stood still again, and looked back with a little confusion.

In that tentative sword strike just now, she had seven other variations ready to go, just in case her opponent changed his tactics, but the outcome left her confused.

There was no sophisticated response, the opponent just simply and roughly blocked it, as if it was a subconscious instinctive reaction.

Moreover, his strength and speed were in line with his silver energy level, and there was nothing surprising about it.

(End of this chapter)