2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

I have to admit that if it weren't for the instinct and experience gained from being in the arena for so many years, I would have almost capsized in the gutter this time.

When the weapons master noticed something was wrong with the opponent's stick, he almost gave up the hard attack without hesitation. At the same time, he exerted force on his feet and moved his body to the side and back to try to avoid it.

However, I have to admit that this young man named Long Yan is really good at hiding. The timing of this stick sweep was perfect, giving him almost no chance.

The wooden stick in his hand broke and the tiger's mouth cracked, followed by a sharp pain in the left abdomen.

When the weapon master came to his senses, his body was already flying in mid-air.

His back hit the glass cover hard, and he couldn't take a breath. His vision went dark and he almost lost consciousness. However, the severe pain from his waist and abdomen stimulated his body to convulse, and his consciousness returned to consciousness.

My ribs... I'm afraid at least two or three are broken, right?

"Weapon Master, what are you doing!?"

"Are you kidding me? Can you be more serious?"

"Master, you don't want to be defeated by a little brat who doesn't even look like he has any fur, do you?"

The shouts of several old spectators came from the arena. It was obvious that they were very dissatisfied with their performance tonight.

There was a wry smile on the weapon master's face, he stood up slowly while holding on to the glass cover next to him, and shouted to the young man on the other side who had his back turned to him: "Hey, kid, it's not over yet."

A white bandage suddenly appeared in his hand. While wrapping it around the tiger's mouth, he walked towards the stick that fell beside him, picked it up with his toes, and kicked it towards the masked boy not far away.

Yan Taki stretched out his hand to catch the bloody stick, his expression under the mask was a bit unsightly.

His hands were so injured that even the stick itself was useless, let alone changing its weight quickly.

"Come on, come on, continue." The weapons master hooked his fingers, and the next moment a intact long stick appeared in his hand.

Yan Long looked solemn and put his hand into the bag at his waist. After some hesitation, he still didn't take out the coins.

The other party's injuries were also very serious. His hands were cracked, and at least two to three ribs were broken at his waist. His condition would only be worse than his own.

In this state, the stick in his hand should be enough to defeat the opponent.

Thinking of this, Yan Taki did not give the other party a chance to breathe, and strode towards the rickety figure next to the glass cover with the blood-stained stick in hand.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you're full of murderous intent." The weapon master's cloudy eyes were fully opened at this time, and there was a faint light of excitement inside.

"You might be seriously injured." Yan Long had no expression on his face, resisting the burning pain in his palms, and swept out with a stick.

The weapons master crouched low and avoided the blow with nimble movements. At the same time, he moved his long stick forward and stabbed the boy's chin accurately and powerfully.

"Woo..." Yan Long took a few steps back, and after he stood firm, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"When I know your powers, you won't have a chance." The weapons master tilted his neck and made a beautiful stick flower on his long stick.

Yan Long wiped the corners of his mouth, his eyes cold.

He didn't know how this middle-aged man could move so quickly even with broken ribs, but that didn't matter. All he had to worry about was how to knock the opponent down completely.

"I will definitely win."

Yan Long's voice was cold, and the long stick in his hand swept forward fiercely again.

"Huh?" The weapons master was keenly aware of the strangeness. The speed of the opponent's attack was obviously much faster than before. This time he did not dare to push forward, and dodged backwards with nimble steps, barely avoiding it.

However, what happened next was a bit strange. The long stick in the young man's hand seemed to be weightless, and there was no sense of lag in every movement.

The forward poke, sweep, downward chop and other actions can be switched freely, as if the opponent is not holding a solid wooden stick, but a feather.

Because the opponent's attack speed suddenly accelerated, the weapons master could not dodge and could only catch a few sticks, and then found that the blows coming from his hand were surprisingly weak.

"It turns out that it's not just about gaining weight, but it can also reduce the weight of objects?" A smile appeared on the weapons master's unshaven face.

Yan Long's face was expressionless and his eyes were cold, but the tight corners of his lips revealed how tense his nerves were at this moment.

Next, the audience saw an extremely strange scene. The weapons master, who was famous for his wide variety of fighting skills, was forced back by a little-known newcomer gladiator with a long stick.

Most of the time, he would easily block the opponent's attack, but sometimes when it seemed that he could easily block the opponent and counterattack, he would dodge with great movements.

This scene is extremely weird. Many viewers below who know nothing about stick skills and fighting thought that the weapons master was fighting indiscriminately.

There were constant protests off the court for a while, mostly because they suspected that the weapons master was fixing the match.

The odds of this game are so high. If there is really a powerful force operating behind the scenes, it will definitely make a lot of money.

"Looks like I'll finish you off soon." A wry smile appeared on the weapons master's face.

Yan Taki remained expressionless, regardless of the blood flowing from his palms, the speed of the long stick suddenly increased again, and every move of tapping and sweeping hit the opponent's already injured waist and abdomen.

The two long sticks collided several times, and Yan Taki finally found an opportunity. He struck the opponent's head with a sharp stick and activated his own abilities at the same time.

If the opponent receives this blow forcefully, his stick will break off the opponent's stick as if it were resting on a dead branch, and then directly smash his entire right shoulder.

It has to be said that Yan Taki grasped this timing very well. The weapon master stepped forward with one leg and had not yet landed. He was in an awkward stage where the old strength was not used up and the new strength was not regenerated. It was almost impossible to make unnecessary dodges and could only carry it hard. Hit this stick.

"Click."

The weapons master raised his hand to block, and the stick in his hand broke into two pieces without any surprise.

Yan Taki felt a little hesitant at this moment. After all, he was still a 15-year-old high school student. Although he was training in school every day, his imaginary enemies were basically all kinds of alien species. If he really wanted him to be cruel to humans without hesitation, he should still Too cruel.

Therefore, almost subconsciously, he reduced the weight gain of the long stick in his hand.

However, what Yanlong didn't expect was that the weapons master was missing.

Literally missing, he pounced forward in an extremely unnatural posture and disappeared from his sight in an instant.

The end of the wooden stick hit the ground and several pieces of gravel collapsed. The force of the shock caused the wooden stick in Yan Long's hand to break into two pieces. At the same time, the jaws of his hands also cracked open and blood splattered everywhere.

Before he could realize what was happening, he suddenly felt dizzy, lost his balance and fell to the ground, and then received a heavy blow on his chest.