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Chapter 84: Face the reality (ask for monthly ticket)
The horizontal sword in Qi Xiuyuan's hand was eighty centimeters long, while Wan Hong's short sword was less than half a meter long.

No matter what time it is, every inch longer is an inch stronger, and every inch shorter is an inch more dangerous. After all, Wan Hong is a qualified member of the second team stationed in Death Valley. Of course, he would not be stupid enough to give up his speed advantage and use a dagger to fight head-on.

Wan Hong swung his knife at Qi Xiuyuan's wrist, and he struck with such ferocity that he intended to cripple him.

However, in the eyes of the newcomers around, this was a knife without any aesthetic appeal, and could even be considered a mean act. But the battlefield has never been a fighting arena, it is a cruel reality, and the result of relying on courage and underestimating the enemy is only death.

hum!
The speed was so fast that you couldn't see the blade swinging, and so fast that you could only hear a buzzing sound breaking through the air.

But at this moment, Qi Xiuyuan's pupils moved.

His gaze followed the short knife, and the horizontal knife in his hand was swung behind him with the sound of the wind.

Clang! Clang!!

The short knife swept through the wind, making a crisp buzzing sound. Dazzling sparks exploded in front of Wan Hong, and sparks flew between the short knife and the horizontal sword.

"You can't win." Wan Hong said coldly, "The gap between us cannot be filled by you now. Face the reality."

He struck Qi Xiuyuan's sword with the short knife. The creepy breath that crawled out from the pile of dead bodies made Qi Xiuyuan feel a heavy chill.

"Really?" Qi Xiuyuan said with a smile, "I don't think so."

After saying that, not only did he not retreat as Wan Hong expected, but he used his body to crash into Wan Hong as if he was committing suicide.

Clang! !

Qi Xiuyuan thrust out his sword to block the short knife that was stabbing his throat, and accurately caught the falling short knife's handle.

The two of them were already close to each other, and their movements at this moment were no different from "horse stance". The muscles in their legs were as hard as steel and deeply rooted in the ground.

Both of them stared at each other, one with golden pupils, the other with scarlet pupils, and three magatama were flowing.

Like a lion and a tiger competing in the sharpness of their fangs, he locked his opponent's neck and used his bite muscles with all his might.

But at this moment, Qi Xiuyuan's blade was actually getting closer and closer to Wan Hong's face, and Wan Hong's knuckles and palms holding the handle of the knife seemed to be bleeding.

"This kid's strength..."

The force transmitted from the knife made Wan Hong's face change slightly, and he felt his palms and knuckles go numb.

He could clearly feel that the power of the handover was real, and he also had the advantage of taking the initiative, which meant...

This fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy was truly full of vigorous power. In terms of explosive power, Wan Hong was sure that he would not lose. However, in an unreserved power confrontation, he, who focused on burst and speed, was afraid that he was really no match for his opponent.

No matter whether they are mixed-blood or ordinary people, any swordsmanship and knife skills cannot deviate from the most essential point, that is, the competition of physical fitness. In close combat, the party with superior physical fitness will undoubtedly have a better chance of winning.

"So, I can't give this kid the chance to maintain a prolonged stalemate with me and exploit his strength and sword length advantage."

hum!
Thinking of this, Wan Hong did not hesitate for a moment and slashed the short knife across the blade of the horizontal sword. The knife was so fast and fierce that it brought with it a creepy whistling sound.

Clang! !

But at the moment he dropped his sword, a sword faster than his was thrust forward in front of him with a reverse grip.

The moment the blades collided, scorching sparks flew, splashing onto their cheeks. Both of their hands exerted varying degrees of force, staring intently into each other's eyes, sparks from the friction of the two blades splashing onto their faces.

The wrestling lasted no more than two seconds before the two men attacked again, and the sharp whistling sound of a meat grinder was heard, like the sharp teeth of a wild beast biting into a ball.

clang! Dangdang! !
They attacked almost at the same time and blocked the opponent's sword attack at the same time, and the sharp sound of golden swords was heard.

The people around subconsciously stepped back a few steps, looking at the two people in the middle of the venue with horror.

Both of them pushed their speed to the limit, one holding a broadsword and the other holding a short knife, as if they were mortal enemies, and they swung at each other's vital points without mercy.

They seemed to be just two afterimages under the light, and the sparks from the collision of the blades fell like rain.

My ears were filled with a series of explosions that were so dense that they made my teeth ache, and the sound of the blades colliding and rubbing against each other was extremely sharp and piercing.

Wan Hong's sword-swinging speed and frequency were obviously faster and higher, at least he used the fifth-order instantaneous speed of thirty-two times. Even though Qi Xiuyuan's sword-swinging force was heavier and more powerful than his, he did not give Qi Xiuyuan any chance to perform.

In the eyes of others at this moment, Qi Xiuyuan had been dragged into Wan Hong's rhythm and frequency, and was forced to retreat step by step.

Three wounds soon appeared on Qi Xiuyuan's eyes, neck, and cheeks. In the nearly one hundred blows within a few seconds, he had been slashed in the vital parts three times by the fifth-level instantaneous Wan Hong.

It seems that the advantage is in Wan Hong's hands at the moment.

Only a few people like Chu Zihang could see Wan Hong's expression at the moment.

The frivolous smile disappeared and his expression became more and more ugly and angry.

Yuan Zhisheng, Xia Mi, and Su Xiaoqiang who can see the "eye" know the current situation.

"This guy, is he using me as a whetstone?!"

Wan Hong could already clearly feel that Qi Xiuyuan's swordsmanship was gradually becoming "simple", from being fancy with all kinds of unnecessary movements in the beginning and a bit unfamiliar in the beginning to being more sophisticated and faster.

He tried to abandon the techniques and follow his body's instinctive experience, using his body to drive the knife, the knife turning with his body, slashing and stabbing, provoking the defense, stepping back and avoiding. Although it was simple and unpretentious, it began to reveal a strong smell of blood.

This is clearly a killing sword for the battlefield, not a gentleman's sword for sparring!
Although he was just a "show-off" at the beginning, he is now copying and imitating his own skills. His swordsmanship has become more refined at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his original restrained aura has turned into coldness and murderous intent.

Looking at the strange pair of eyes with a scarlet background, Wan Hong even had an illusion at this moment.

Qi Xiuyuan was tearing and devouring his flesh and blood bit by bit, along with the experience and skills he had honed on the battlefield, eating them into his stomach and kneading them into his swordsmanship!
The most important thing is that it is no longer him who is suppressing Qi Xiuyuan, but Qi Xiuyuan who is clinging to him tightly.

Although Wan Hong still had the upper hand, Qi Xiuyuan was able to block his intensive attacks and was even gradually making up for his previous disadvantage.

No matter how crazy the rain of daggers was, Qi Xiuyuan was like a bottomless lake, and he blocked all the intensive attacks with his Sharingan.

Whenever there is an advance, you must follow; whenever there is a follow, you must advance, advance and retreat in a series.

Now even if Wan Hong wanted to withdraw, he would not be able to do so safely. Whoever dared to slow down his attack speed and strength would be counterattacked by Qi Xiuyuan, but continuing to fight would only make Qi Xiuyuan's "evolution" faster and faster.

This feeling of frustration made Wan Hong feel nauseous and want to vomit!

(End of this chapter)