Chapter 12 (2/2)

A few minutes later, the two sides were still moving their feet, changing their posture for confrontation, and delayed the spatter of flesh and blood, which caused great dissatisfaction among the audience.

For a time, boos were all over the sky, and all kinds of foul language greeted the family relatives of the two on the challenge arena. How do they, the audience, know that the two people in the challenge arena have fought in psychological warfare? I don't know how many rounds.

Old Jianhao laughed when he heard the audience yelling and scolding. He has rich experience in martial arts competition and will not be easily influenced by the outside world. Wei Ran is a young man with a more impetuous mentality. He is afraid that he will be unable to bear it first.

Just wait for a flaw in his heart, that is the key opportunity for the two to decide the victory or defeat.

A few minutes later, Lao Jianhao is very helpless now. The young man in front of him is too stable and completely unaffected by the outside world. His concentration remained the same, and he never let his face deviate slightly from himself. It was really difficult.

Just like this confrontation, they both hold weapons in their hands. Wei Ran is young and strong. His physical quality is the limit of mortals. Even if he holds a heavy weapon such as a long axe, he can still maintain stability.

But ITO is old. He is in the active side of mental confrontation. Whether it's changing his footwork or changing his posture, he consumes a lot of physical energy in continuous exercise.

Over the past ten minutes, he felt that his hand with the sword had been a little sour. Although it would not affect the speed of wielding the sword for the time being, if he supported it longer, I'm afraid Wei Ran would see the problem.

He looked at Wei Ran again in silence. He was really a difficult opponent. It seemed that he had to put all his eggs in one basket.

At this time, both of them were sweating. Although there was no fierce confrontation, the energy consumed in the process of psychological warfare was not small.

Ito's face was full of sweat. A bead of sweat on his forehead slowly trickled down, dropped on his eyebrows, and then soaked his eyebrows and flowed to his eyes. Sweat came into his eyes. Even the old swordsman couldn't help but close his eyes to be more comfortable.

This should be the best chance to attack. Wei Ran saw that Lao Jianhao's eyes were closed because of sweat. His heart moved. He could hardly resist the temptation and wanted to swing an axe to end the painful heart war.

When he was about to step on the ground, twist his waist, turn his stride, connect his arms and wave his axe, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the old Jianhao's knife and his waist.

The knife is dragged behind, and the waist is as stable as a mountain! His sweat seeped into his eyes. Didn't he panic at all?

no This is a trap! If I wield an axe, the knife will

Wei Ran's intuition, which has been trained in many battles, can't help the simulation. When his axe is cut out, the prepared old swordsman moves forward and steps out. The knife hidden behind him is lifted up, and his hands will be cut off on the spot.

Therefore, Wei Ran pressed down the temptation of ”this is an opportunity”, maintained his original posture and continued to observe ITO.

Ito opened his eyes. The sweat didn't affect him at all. He smiled with regret.

”How old...”

With such a sigh in his mouth, he moved forward slightly, which had entered the attack range of Wei Ran. Then he retreated, which seemed the same as the previous temptation.

Seeing that he seemed to fall into a new confrontation, Wei Ran suddenly opened his eyes. His fighting intuition told him that this step of Lao Jianhao was not a test!

Sure enough, the step of old Jianhao moving forward and retreating back was actually gaining momentum, and then jumped like a tight spring. At the same time, the Taidao in his hand crossed a silver waning moon and cut into Wei ran from half air!

Wei Ran, who had been aware of it for a long time, gave a hard-working logging blow when the old swordsman jumped in the air.

Lightning flint fight, life and death are divided in an instant!

The picture is fixed at the last moment. The old Jianhao's knife cuts on Wei Ran's axe handle and is deeply embedded in it. The extended blade was only one centimeter away from Wei Ran's throat.

Wei Ran's axe hit Lao Jianhao's head heavily. The huge kinetic energy smashed his skull and lifted a large amount of red and white liquid.

Wei Ran silently pulls out his axe. The body of old Jianhao falls to the ground, and his samurai sword is still firmly embedded in the handle of Wei Ran's axe.

The audience was silent for a moment. They didn't know what had happened. At that moment, as long as you don't keep your eyes on the stage, you don't know what happened.

Didn't the two people have a boring confrontation? Why did it end all of a sudden?

The silence under the stage was not broken until someone shouted that he would win the game.

The winner shouted Wei Ran's name. The loser kept cursing Wei Ran, hoping that he would be cut into meat sauce in the next game. In a moment, the scene became very lively.

Wei Ran didn't see the audience at all. He pulled out the samurai sword, put it into the scabbard of the old Jianhao, and closed his eyes for him.

He used to be a Japanese pirate. He is not a good man, but he is a real warrior.

From the standpoint of a martial artist, Wei Ran admires the man who died as a martyr.

He deserved his death in this war.