Chapter 57

The battle was over, and the battle was over.

Yue Lun is a tall, thin, bald middle-aged man with a slightly shriveled figure, but from his aura and the thick calluses on his fists, it can be seen that this guy is not an easy opponent.

"Smash him, Yue Lun, tear that Hequan Liqian into pieces."

"Come on, you must win the championship this time."

It can be seen that this veteran strongman who has been defeated repeatedly still has many fans, and even his six-year championship match with Hequan Ji has become the youth of many people.

This is also the reason why the odds of this game are so outrageous. Many people think that Hequan Liqian, who was lucky in the qualifying round, will definitely fail in the regular season, not to mention that he will face this veteran strongman Yue Lun in the first game.

Therefore, the odds of Hequan Liqian winning are astonishingly 1.9, while the odds of Yue Lun winning are only 1.2.

If Hequan Liqian wins this time, it will basically double. Double the 65 million, that is...

130 million.

"Let's wait and see."

Suppressing his excitement, Darrow opened his dead eyes and carefully looked at Yue Lun.

After the look, Darrow had already made up his mind, and immediately asked Sonny to put all his belongings on Hequan Liqian, and seek wealth and honor in danger.

In Darrow's opinion, although Yue Lun's strength is good, it is only in the past. There are too many good players in this year's class. In this class, Yue Lun will definitely not be ranked second.

In addition, he did not see a very firm fighting spirit from Yue Lun, as if he participated in the competition just to give himself an explanation.

From these two points, Darrow knew that Hequan Liqian would win this game.

Yue Lun himself has his own obsessions. He is very concerned about his status as the eternal runner-up.

Otherwise, why would he still participate in the qualifying competition at such an old age? He just wants to win a championship to prove himself. But every year, he falls at the last step before the championship, and no matter how high his ambition is, it will be worn down.

"It's really annoying. It's this kind of scene again."

"Why is this broken competition not over yet?"

"I want to go home and hug my grandson now."

Seeing this scene every year, Yue Lun is already a little tired, and even those bad memories are slowly emerging. If he hadn't boasted in front of his grandson that he would definitely win the championship, he might not have participated in the competition this year.

It's all the fault of that swordsman, that Izumi Ji who defeated him six times in a row, is really annoying. Obviously, he only needs a championship to show off in front of his grandson.

The annoying swordsman is here.

But it's not Izumi Ji. I saw a man in white slowly walking out of the contestant channel, with two swords on his waist, one wooden sword and one peerless sword.

Seeing Izumi Liqian on the stage, Yue Lun's mood became worse, because this guy and Izumi Ji, both use swords, and they are from the same school.

"It's really annoying." Yue Lun clenched his fist and said.

Fortunately, the referee didn't let him wait for long. After the routine five-second countdown, the game began.

Izumi Liqian also knew that this regular season opponent could no longer use a wooden sword to fight. After holding the famous sword tightly, he slowly pulled it out of the sheath.

The black and white blade flashed with cold light, and there was an inscription on the blade: Linbing Douzhe Jiezhe Zaiqian, this is the "Nine Characters Kanesada" listed as one of the twenty-one great swords.

"Izumi Mamoru Kanesada."

Suzuki, who was sitting in the audience, said in surprise, then glanced at his own master Izumi Ji next to him, then squinted his eyes and slowly said:

"Xiaoqian, he seems to be serious this time."

"Humph, that's the best." Izumi Ji said coldly on the side.

"A famous sword? Haha."

After seeing Izumi Liqian draw out the blade, Roger in the audience was also a little surprised. Suddenly, he thought of Darrow again and couldn't help but sigh, "Young people nowadays are really amazing."

He put his eyes back on the field.

Yue Lun watched Izumi Liqian point the tip of the knife at himself. The cold knife light made his scalp numb. He smiled bitterly and said, "Alas, I really don't know how many times my bones can withstand tossing."

"Forget it, let's just treat it as the last game."

"But this time, don't let the young people underestimate you."

Before he finished speaking, Yue Lun's body began to twist continuously, his bones crackled, and every muscle began to expand as if inflated. After a while, the shriveled middle-aged man suddenly turned into a devil muscle man.

【Shaking Yue Fist】

Then Yue Lun

He took a horse stance, clenched his five fingers into claws, and simultaneously made a hollow embrace with both hands. He was like a tiger descending from a mountain, crouching on one side of the duel field.

On the other side, Hequan Liqian took a half step forward with his left foot, holding the knife with both hands, and raised the knife horizontally in front of his waist, making a "eight phases" posture in kendo to prepare for the enemy.

As soon as Hequan Liqian took a step, Yue Lun had already taken the initiative. With a jump of his feet, he seemed to shrink the earth into an inch, and it seemed that he flashed in front of Hequan Liqian with just one step.

Immediately afterwards, he squatted, turned sideways, and swung his legs in one go, and his right leg whipped towards Hequan Liqian's feet like a whip.

Fortunately, Hequan Liqian reacted quickly, holding the knife in his hand vertically, and blocked the attack with the back of the knife.

But Yue Lun refused to give in, and took advantage of the momentum to fall, his legs spread like scissors, and clamped Hequan Liqian's legs fiercely.

With a clap of his hands, Yue Lun leaped up like an onion from a dry land, bringing Hequan Liqian with him into the air. Then the two of them kept spinning in the air, like a crocodile's death roll, and were about to hit the ground.

Hequan Liqian, who was twirling in the air, knew that he was powerful. He clenched the sword in his hand and slashed at the ground fiercely. The blade stuck in the ground, stopping his own rotation, and then kicked Yue Lun away with his legs.

With a bang.

The two landed steadily, and this round was evenly matched.

It was Hequan Liqian's turn to launch an offensive, swinging the blade, sweeping up countless flying slashes and slashing at Yue Lun.

But Yue Lun's [Shaking Yue Fist] was unknown. He crouched very low, but was very agile, and he could dodge those flying slashes every time.

Yue Lun, who shuttled freely among countless flying slashes, would not miss this opportunity. He launched the move of shrinking the ground into an inch again, approaching Izumi Liqian's side, trying to close the attack distance to eliminate the weakness of being inferior to the swordsman.

But Izumi Liqian was not afraid of being close to him. No matter how powerful your fists are, I will dance with a three-foot sword without any break or leakage.

The two fought from one side of the duel stage to the other. Yue Lun's fists were fierce, and the sound of breaking through the air came out; Izumi Liqian's sword was majestic, and the sword light and sword shadow were like mercury pouring on the ground.

Compared with the audience on the field, the audience off the field was not so enthusiastic. They were all shocked by the fierce battle, and they couldn't even believe that the young man in white who was fighting with Yue Lun in full swing would be the soft-horned sheep they had always looked down on.

Roger Pirates and Da Luo watched with relish.

"It's over." Da Luo, Roger, and Izumi Ji said at the same time.

Izumi Liqian on the field stroked the blade, then pointed the blade upwards and held it in front of his chest, and then the whole person turned into a residual image and disappeared from the field.

[Lin Zi Mi·Bu Pi]

It's not that it can't be avoided, but that it can't be avoided.

The next moment.

Izumi Liqian appeared behind Yue Lun and slowly put the famous sword in his hand back into the sheath. At the same time, a cold light suddenly lit up on the field, and the knife light penetrated the entire duel field from west to east, leaving a deep knife mark on the ground.

And, Yue Lun fell on the field with blood dripping.

The battle was over, but there were two winners, Izumi Liqian and Darrow.

"Beautiful, 130 million Baileys, take it." Darrow was about to shout out happily.

At this moment, in the audience.

"Let's go." Izumi Ji said slowly, and after saying that, he walked out of the field without caring about Suzuki behind him.

"Haha, it seems that the next game will be Brother Darrow's match." Jabba, as Darrow's "number one fan", has never forgotten him and said with a big laugh.