Hero Cultivation System

"Next."

Liang Gong's voice could be heard clearly in the arena. The dumbfounded people looked at him first, then turned to look at Xiao Quan and Abe, who were falling on both sides of the ring.

This...doesn't happen for a second.

It's really too weak.

This is the World Fighting Championship and the World Aikido Championship, and they have held the title for several years.

Your uncle, is that "world" a "children's world"?

Damn it, although I know that the Japanese are all people who come from their families to fuck each other behind closed doors, but these two world champions are really extraordinary. No wonder there are such incredible odds in the competition.

Gao Shan was stunned for a long time before yelling in Japanese. While everyone was still scratching their heads, the Zhonghai dialect translated by the little beauty came out from the speaker again:

"Inu-kun, Abe-kun, stand up."

Stand up, did you say something wrong?

If the two of them could still stand up at this time, the entire audience would probably run away because the corpse had changed.

Both of their heads were half paralyzed, and it would take an unknown amount of time to clean up the large pool of blood under their bodies. How could you ask them to get up?

Gao Shan had a sullen face, knowing that he had made a fool. After a while, he called someone to come forward to see the situation of his two men. However, looking at the expressions of his men shaking their heads one after another, he knew that this time

Island countries need to bring two more ashes.

"Hahaha, are these Japanese people comedians? How funny! Hahaha." The audience laughed heartily, and these two Japanese masters were full of joy from the moment they entered the stage to the time they left.

"Next, if no one comes up, I will leave." Liang Gong on the stage was worried about Tang Qin and Ye Zhenzhen, and was impatient.

Gao Shan, whose face had been lost by his men, looked at Lu Hui who was smiling and silent. His expression could not be worse. If this was not the country of China, he would have wanted to bring all the three brothers here to kill him. No scraps of armor remain.

"My lord, I'll do it."

Gao Shan needed to save his face, so naturally he would not refuse after hearing this. The long-haired middle-aged Sasaki sighed, jumped onto the ring with a samurai sword, and stood about five meters in front of Liang Gong.

"Haha, here comes another knife player. How long will it take to fly out this time? Five million bets for half a second." Wu Wei in the stands didn't know whether it was because he had too much confidence in Liang Gong or because he had just won a new building. Villa has a lot of money, so he actually said such words. What's surprising is that no one has bet against him.

"Sasaki." Takayama yelled, grabbing a small wooden stool in the preparation area and throwing it onto the ring.

Everyone felt a flash of silver light. Sasaki was still standing on the spot, with the katana in his hand still in the scabbard. However, the wooden bench instantly broke into twenty-four pieces and scattered on the ring.

This...this is magic.

Gao Shanmian is so good that he can finally tell these Chinese people to shut up.

"Ahem, the host has just received the challenger's information. Sasaki Koichi's ancestor is the famous swordsman Sasaki Kojiro from the island country. He is a Japanese kendo master. He has won the All-Japan Kendo Competition for six consecutive years and is world-famous for his sword-drawing skills. , it is said that the sword can be used to make twenty-four cuts in an instant, which is probably the move he just showed us. Okay, the odds remain unchanged, and we are now open for betting."

Ah! This is the sword-drawing technique. From drawing the sword to closing the door, the wooden bench can be cut into twenty-four pieces in the blink of an eye. It is so damn powerful that everyone's hearts are filled with joy at first.

Since the odds remain unchanged, the bet on this swordsman master is still 5 to 1.

After thinking about it, everyone immediately picked up the screen and connected the dots, and the amount of money they bet on Sasaki skyrocketed.

Tu Qiang couldn't laugh when he saw the amount of bets. If Sasaki won this time, he would have to lose more than one billion in bets alone, and Wutong couldn't afford this money:

"Lu Hui, since this guy is so powerful, why did you arrange for the odds to remain unchanged?"

Lu Hui actually did not expect Sasaki to be such a ruthless character. It turned out that he was sure that no matter how powerful these Japanese were, they could not defeat Liang Gong. However, he did not expect that Sasaki had practiced ancient swordsmanship. There was probably no such fast sword in China. People can do it.

"Ahem, the host would like to add that what Sasaki is holding is the Japanese national treasure demon sword 'Muramasa', which can cut iron like mud and is indestructible."

As soon as these words came out, the stakes for Sasaki instantly increased.

"Lu Hui..." Tu Qiang almost fainted looking at the rising numbers.

"Don't worry, we'll just wait and collect the money." Lu Huiqiang, who was secretly thinking about something, said to himself, but Tu Qiang did not doubt that he was there, and his expression softened slightly.

"Tsk, tsk, what a fast knife, what a vicious knife." Liang Gong couldn't help but marveled. I'm afraid there aren't even five people in China who can achieve such speed with a knife.

Sasaki barely spoke Mandarin and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, you are the first person who allowed me to pull out the knife in the ring." Liang Gong reached back and slowly pulled out the knife.

The audience, Gao Shan, Tu Qiang and others saw Liang Gong draw his sword for the first time, and they all turned their attention to the sword.

Under the light as bright as day, Liang Gong's dragon-slaying knife was dark and dull, almost like a broken knife covered with rust.

This... what kind of knife is this? A woodcutter is much sharper than that thing.

Sasaki's face was expressionless: "Mr. Liang, you didn't hear clearly. Let me say it again. My sword is the demon sword 'Muramasa'. When you use the sword, you will definitely see blood. Moreover, the number of weapons broken under my sword is not only a thousand but also hundreds." I advise you to change your knife."

Looking at it, he saw that this guy was very upright, very different from his Japanese boss: "Sasaki, there's no need to change the knife, let's just do it like this." Liang Gong waved his hand as if he didn't care.

The Muramasa sword is very sharp, isn't it? Could it be sharper than the dragon-slaying sword? It's very sharp, isn't it? Could it be sharper than the dragon-slaying sword?

"Alas! There was a sigh in the audience. If Liang Gong insists on not changing his sword, he will definitely lose this game.

Sighing again, he placed the bets much faster.

Tu Qiang almost fainted on the spot when he heard that Liang Dao would not change his knife and that the amount of money he had bet on Sasaki was rising steadily.

Seeing that he didn't change his sword, Sasaki thought that you were going to die, but you can't blame me: "Please."

Liang Gong held the knife in front of his chest: "Please."

Sasaki took a step forward into a lunge, holding the scabbard in his left hand, and slowly held the handle of the knife in a half arc with his right hand: "Clang" only revealed half an inch of the blade, and immediately a fierce sword aura filled the entire arena.

Liang Gong's eyes lit up. He had never seen anyone use a sword to reach this level. It was interesting.

"Handsome Guo, what is the value of this man's sword?"

"Oh, normal force value is 67, plus the knife is 75."

Tsk, no wonder, this person has almost entered the realm of three flowers, this sword is really famous.

At this point, Liang Gong didn't dare to ignore it anymore. He stood with his feet straight and raised his sword to his eyebrows. A stronger sword energy was instantly pushed forward to counter Sasaki's sword energy.

As soon as their eyes met in the air, infinite sparks seemed to emit. Sasaki's evil aura became stronger and stronger, and Liang Gong's domineering aura became more and more powerful. This was a showdown between good and evil.

"Stop betting." The host had good knowledge. Looking at the battle between the two squares, the outcome was likely to happen in an instant. He suddenly didn't care that there were still people placing bets and shouted stop.

The audience also saw the difference between the two, and even saw Liang Gong's serious look for the first time. They all felt that an unusual game was about to happen before their eyes.

The two of them seemed to be facing each other motionless, but the sharp-eyed person noticed that Sasaki was half-moving, only using his toes to move forward inch by inch, while Liang Gong closed his eyes and lowered his eyebrows, completely ignoring him.

Ten feet, eight feet... Finally the distance between the two narrowed to only six or seven feet. Liang Gong's eyes suddenly opened wide, and at the same time Sasaki shouted: "Kill."

"Qiang." The lights of the two spatulas met in the air, and then came back.