Is He Really The Protagonist?

Xiao Bosheng turned his head, and saw a young man wearing black feathers with a samurai sword on his waist and walking over on wooden clogs, followed by a man and a woman.

The mask on the young man's face was that of an evil ghost. Xiao Bosheng inexplicably thought of the one Orochimaru wore when he was stuck in a bug.

He had seen this person before. He was one of the other two people who had just had a chat with him.

"Who are you?"

"Sakura Yuling, Demon Slayer."

"Never heard of it. Oh, I remember, wasn't the guy behind you the first one I eliminated?" Xiao Bosheng looked at the man and woman behind him and suddenly realized.

The short man behind him was sent away by his own blow, and the woman was the one who sneak-attacked him with a hidden knife in the finals.

"Hmph, I hope you can last a few more rounds in the arena." The short man said through gritted teeth.

The ghost-faced man just said calmly: "I hope that when I meet you in the arena, you will still have such a confident tone."

After saying that, he led the two of them away, but the woman didn't say anything. She was killed in a counterattack due to a sneak attack, so naturally she wouldn't be as unconvinced as the short man.

Xiao Bosheng shook his head and returned to his residence with Yun Fangche and others.

The match schedule for the arena competition will be announced tomorrow. The competition will start on August 1st the day after tomorrow. There will be two games a day for sixteen players into eight players, and one game a day for eight players into four players and four players into two players. The finals will be dynamically adjusted according to the physical condition of the players. , expected to end in early September.

The arena competition is no longer the simulated battlefield before, but a real battle in a space where spiritual weapons are generated, which can ensure that the players will not die.

For example, when a knife pierces the throat, after the weapon penetrates the opponent's throat for a certain distance and there is still no effective defense, the spiritual weapon will immediately teleport the player out.

Of course, in addition to fatal injuries, some disabling injuries such as broken legs and limbs will also be transmitted. After all, it is impossible to waste a spiritualist's combat effectiveness just for a competition.

There are many games in the early stage and there is enough rest time. In order to ensure that the game results are not dehydrated in the later stage, it is naturally necessary to give players time to recover. After all, the final winner will represent his or her region in a competition with players from the other two regions.

After returning to the wooden house and saying "Don't disturb me, I want to sleep", Xiao Bosheng went directly back to the room, leaving a few people looking at each other.

The screening round is the easiest place to overturn. If you are surrounded by someone who is not paying attention, you will be tricked by Lao Liu or besieged, and you will be gone. There will be no chance to do it again. I have been tense all day, and I am tired.

Now that he is entering the arena, it is much easier. With the spiritual sword pointed at him, he can handle it even if he encounters the spiritual pattern talent that restrains physical skills.

Just after Xiao Bosheng fell into sleep, the cabin welcomed guests.

There was a knock on the door, and Yun Fangche stood up to open the door. Yun Lan and Zhang Zhengyi immediately sat upright when they heard the sound. Li Xiaoyao leaned on the sofa in the living room with his eyes half closed. He also wanted to go back to sleep.

Two slender middle-aged men walked in side by side, followed by Yun Fangche.

"Hello, seniors." Yun Lan and Zhang Zhengyi stood up and said hello, and they nodded.

"Hey, Uncle Ye is here too." Li Xiaoyao opened his eyes, saw the two of them, and greeted the man in yellow. Another man in white robe gave up and went up to grab his ear.

"Why, you can't see your dad, right?"

"Okay, okay, dad, please let go first, my friends are watching."

The man let go of his hand, and Yun Lan and the other three suppressed their laughter. Seeing that there were only a few of them, the man in yellow robe turned back to look at Yun Fangche: "Where is your little brother?"

"He went to rest when he came back. He was probably too tired."

The man in white robe nodded: "The first-level kill score is the highest. Let him have a good rest. We will have a chance to meet him later."

Li Xiaoyao rubbed his ears: "Dad, why don't you pay attention to me."

The man didn't even look at him: "You are my seed, I don't know what happened to you?"

Li Xiaoyao stopped talking.

The man in yellow said with a smile: "We are just here to take a look, so I won't disturb you. Let's go to bed early."

Yun Fangche sent the two of them off: "Goodbye, teacher."

Yun Lan and Zhang Zhengyi were a little strange. It seemed that these two came specifically to see Xiao Bosheng?

At six o'clock the next morning, Xiao Posheng woke up from his dream, washed up, took the wooden sword in the living room, and walked to the open space in front of the wooden house.

It was still dark in the Tibetan area at six o'clock, and the stars were twinkling in the clear night sky. Dots of sunlight sprinkled on the ground, but it didn't look dark at all.

Xiao Bosheng's wooden sword hung at his side. He had an idea that he needed to test.

The hand is holding a wooden sword, with the index and middle fingers stretched out and attached to the sword. After closing his eyes to collect his thoughts, the pupils under the mask opened, and their pupils were starry.

Apart from Xiao Bosheng in the five-person group, Li Xiaoyao was the first to wake up.

When he stretched out of the wooden house, he saw Xiao Bosheng collecting broken pieces of wood on the ground and blinked. Those seemed to be his two pairs of wooden swords for practice?

Not sure, go back and take a look.

Walking back to the living room, I saw that there was indeed only one wooden sword in the corner. Xiao Bosheng came back later and threw the wood chips into the trash can.

"What did you do to cause this sword to break into pieces like this?"

Xiao Bosheng's mask showed no expression: "I have an idea, let's give it a try."

Li Xiaoyao regained his composure: "Did you succeed?"

Xiao Posheng pondered for a moment: "I have some clues, but the sword can't bear it."

"tell me the story."

Xiao Bosheng organized his words: "Xiaoyao, have you ever tried to attach the spiritual energy condensed from the spirit sword fingers to a weapon?"

"No, the spiritual sword cannot be controlled by the condensed spiritual energy, but the third-level sword control is based on this."

"Hmm." Xiao Bosheng already knew how to practice the next few moves when he had mastered the spirit sword finger.

Spiritual Sword Qi emits the condensed spiritual energy, Yujian attaches it to the weapon and controls it through the control method of Spiritual Sword Qi, and Ten Thousand Swords Guizong changes the number of Yujian. The last move, the Heart Divine Sword, is more mysterious, and he hasn't figured out the characteristics of this move yet.

"I just tried it. When the spiritual energy extended to the weapon, because it was difficult to guide, the wooden sword couldn't bear it and broke into pieces."

"That's it, no wonder." Li Xiaoyao suddenly realized, no wonder he could break the wooden sword into pieces like that. Wait, that's not right.

"Can you extend spiritual energy to weapons? How?"

Xiao Bosheng did not explain, but picked up the remaining wooden sword, held the hilt, and stretched out his index and middle fingers to stick to the sword.

"Like this, treat the sword as an extension of the sword's finger." Wisps of spiritual energy condensed and climbed up the wooden sword along his hand, and then he swung it.

"As the spirit sword finger itself continues to attack, the lingering spiritual energy will continue to grow. The long sword can extend the spiritual energy to the sword by matching the vibration frequency of the muscles in the hand between attacks, but... "

As the sword was swept out, the wooden sword shattered, leaving only the tip intact.

Xiao Bosheng threw the debris in his hand into the trash can: "That's it. When the spiritual energy extends to a certain distance, the sword body will be unable to bear it and break into pieces. I don't know whether it is because of the material of the wooden sword or because of this. The defect of the move itself.”

Li Xiaoyao touched his chin and thought.

So as soon as Yun Lan, who had just gotten up, walked out of the room, she saw the two of them facing each other, touching their chins and looking at the wood chips on the ground in confusion.

"Did your love token break?"

Xiao Bosheng raised his head and glanced at Yun Lan speechlessly. He took off his mask after coming back from outside. Before he could speak, Li Xiaoyao clapped his hands: "I thought of it. Wait for me. I'll find some more swords and let's try it."

After saying that, he put on the mask and went out. Xiao Bosheng collected the debris on the ground and said helplessly to Yun Lan: "Sister Lan, I have a girlfriend. Although we are not together yet, you can be heard when you say this." It will be misunderstood.”

Yun Lan stuck out her tongue and went to wash up.

Xiao Bosheng went out to buy breakfast and came back. Li Xiaoyao was holding an iron sword and waving it slowly in the living room. There were four iron swords thrown on the sofa that had been moved to the corner. Yun Fangche was sitting on the dining table next to him. , Yun Lan, and Zhang Zhengyi were looking at it in amazement.

With a crisp sound, the iron sword also shattered.

After calling Li Xiaoyao over, they finished eating together, and Yun Fangche and the others went out.

The arrangements for the arena competition were released today, and most people in the camp have already left. There are not many people left, and they all want to see the next competition and who will represent the Asian region.

Xiao Bosheng and Li Xiaoyao were soaking in the wooden house. Fortunately, the living room was large enough for them to perform. Finally, after breaking three of the remaining four swords into pieces, the two made a breakthrough.

Xiao Bosheng waved the iron sword. In his field of vision, spiritual energy lingered on the sword, and a sharp edge about five centimeters long was spit out from the tip of the sword, but it no longer extended with the attack.

With a slash of the sword, the iron piece Li Xiaoyao threw in the air was broken into two pieces, and the cut was as smooth as a mirror. At the same time, the sword in his hand could not bear it and shattered into pieces.

"That's okay, but the first level is still too forced. If you come and attach the sword energy to the sword body instead of penetrating into it, this problem won't occur."

Li Xiaoyao said helplessly: "I also know this truth. Otherwise, why would we keep trying to reduce the penetration of spiritual energy? But to not affect it at all, we need the mental power after the third-level transformation to control it so finely. If I come, I will just Let this sword hold on a little longer."

"But it can be considered a major breakthrough."

Li Xiaoyao collected the fragments on the ground without raising his head: "I believe that spiritual patterns are tools again."

Xiao Bosheng smiled, and he naturally understood the implication of Li Xiaoyao's words.