Is He Really The Protagonist?

As the morning sun gilded Mount Everest, the bell rang, and the remaining people in the camp began to gather towards the square.

The original stone gates on the square were scattered into triangles and faced each other far away, forming a triangular space. This was the arena for the competition.

After waiting for about ten minutes, a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air above the ring.

The white robe and black mask stood upright in the air, like a long sword, exuding sharp aura.

People on the ground saw this figure and looked up. The square gradually became quiet.

"Hello, children." After the noise on the ground subsided a little, the figure floating in the air spoke.

"First of all, congratulations on your success in entering the top 16. I will be the referee for the next group competition. I believe there are many people who don't know me. Let me introduce myself briefly. My name is Li Siping. I won't say more, let's get started directly. The rules are simple, leaving the ring in any way constitutes a failure.

The first game of sixteen to eight, level one, the Chinese imperial spirit - Xingchen versus the cherry blossom imperial spirit - Luo Ying. The players are in position. "

Hearing the name of the man in white robe, Xiao Bosheng turned to look at Li Xiaoyao.

Li Xiaoyao met his friend's questioning eyes, nodded helplessly, and whispered, "It's my dad."

Xiao Bosheng became excited instantly. My dad is the referee. Is there any chance of going through the back door? The requirements are not high, just give me the first place.

As Li Siping's voice fell, a woman wearing a cherry blossom mask walked out from the other side of the square, walked through the stone gate and appeared on the ring, and Xiao Bosheng also walked into the stone gate and appeared on the ring.

A mechanical female voice echoed in her ears: "The players have two minutes to choose equipment. They can set it freely, or they can choose the type and then the arena will issue a unified standard."

The woman opposite spoke: "There is an old saying in the Chinese country, which is that every inch you grow is an inch strong. I didn't find a samurai sword during the screening competition, so I had no choice but to use a short sword to lose to you, but now, I will not lose again."

After speaking, a flash of light flashed on her hand, and a katana about one meter long appeared.

Xiao Posheng was happy: "I didn't expect that you can speak Chinese so well, and you also know that every inch is longer and every inch is stronger. What you said is indeed correct. So, when I take out this weapon, how should you respond?"

He raised his right hand flat, a flash of light flashed, and a silver flower gun about two meters long appeared in his hand, and he waved it casually a few times. Xiao Bosheng was not proficient in marksmanship. He had only practiced a little with the "Martial Arts Experience" given by Yun Fangche, and he had barely gotten rid of the point where he could only stab.

But it is not without reason that the gun is called the king of weapons. With its length advantage, Xiao Bosheng is confident to suppress this girl. Luo Ying looked at the spear in his hand and seemed to be stunned.

The man next to Oni Zhan was a little anxious: "Didn't the information say that he is good at swordsmanship? Why does he use a gun?"

Oni Zhan, who was wearing a black haori, was relatively calm: "The information I gave you is based on the previous elimination rounds. It's normal to have errors. Besides, marksmanship is not that easy to practice, and it is even more difficult to break into a house. Luo Ying's sword If you are not weak in technique, you will not necessarily lose just because your weapon is inferior."

Li Siping's eyes showed interest, he was an interesting little guy.

As the countdown ended, Xiao Posheng stepped forward with his gun, raised his gun and struck down, giving him no time to activate the spiritual patterns. This is the disadvantage of their talents. They need to accumulate momentum before they can be released. They are not as good as Xiao Posheng's status talents that can be activated instantly.

Luo Ying raised his sword to block, but Xiao Bosheng moved his hand and retracted the tip of his spear. He stabbed again, but the samurai sword swung away from the side.

Xiao Bosheng turned around and thrust out the tail of his gun. Luo Ying was so shaken by the two consecutive blows that she couldn't hold the knife. After all, she was a woman and was born with insufficient strength. Xiao Bosheng used a steel gun.

Face the incoming gun tail and dodge sideways.

Xiao Bosheng held the gun and turned his waist. Following his movements, the gun seemed to stick to his waist, forming a silver circle around him. This move is useful against short weapons, but it cannot last long.

Because not only is the gun spinning, but others are spinning too. After a long time, the opponent may have nothing to do, and his brain has been shaken up first.

However, this negative effect can be greatly weakened by Xingpu, so Xiao Bosheng used it without any pressure from the beginning.

Xiao Bosheng approached step by step, and the tip and tail of the spear kept passing in front of Luo Ying's eyes. She could only keep retreating, just like when she faced Xiao Bosheng's three-foot green spear in the trial field.

The woman under the Sakura mask looked solemn. If this continued, unless the man knocked himself out, he would be forced out of the ring.

She gritted her teeth, stopped avoiding, and stepped forward with her katana at her side.

The next moment, Xiao Posheng's gun body was heavily drawn on the knife. The flexible gun tip drew an arc and cut off a strand of hair next to the woman's ear. Then the woman was thrown away by the powerful force of the gun.

"Oops."

The moment the woman flew out, Xiao Bosheng realized something was wrong and stepped forward with his gun.

The woman fell to the ground and turned over. Xiao Bosheng had already arrived and fired out a shot, which passed through the woman's body without any real feeling.

At the same time, there was a sound of wind coming from his side. Xiao Bosheng put his gun at his side and blocked the knife.

Then Luo Ying also turned into a phantom, and the force of the intersection between the knife and the gun barrel was not even transmitted to Xiao Bosheng's hand, and the blade passed through the gun barrel.

Xiao Bosheng exerted force on his hand and quickly completed a lowering movement by using the reaction force from the gun body, dodging the sweeping knife from the shadow on the other side.

Then he kicked the ground and used the force to slide backwards. The katana that had just been blocked and passed through the gun barrel struck the ground heavily, leaving a dull sound.

Looking at the three identical figures in front of him, Xiao Bosheng grinned: "Your talent is not as scary as I thought. Every time you switch physical positions during an attack, you will freeze for a moment."

Luo Ying was silent, Xiao Bosheng was right.

Her spiritual pattern talent is indeed very strong, with three phantoms, the entity can switch between phantoms at will according to her thoughts.

However, the posture of each phantom is different. After switching entities, she needs time to adapt to the discomfort caused by the sudden change of movements.

For example, just now, after her third phantom sweep was dodged, the knife in the second phantom's hand also passed through Xiao Bosheng's gun barrel. The physical switch only required a little force to win.

But because her action switched from sweeping to slashing, she was unable to cut down immediately, and Xiao Bosheng reacted and dodged.

What she didn't know was that even if she didn't have that moment of delay, Xiao Bosheng would have been able to escape. His response was based on prediction, not reaction.

Three phantoms rushed up at the same time, and Xiao Bosheng raised his gun to meet them. The reason why he chose a gun that he was not very good at using was to deal with Luo Ying's spiritual pattern talent.

To cause damage, the phantom must materialize. One of the three phantoms must be material. The phantom cannot materialize when passing through an object.

This was an assumption he made before the game started, and it was also verified in the previous contact.

With the two-meter spear in hand, he can effectively limit the distance between the three phantoms and him. He only needs to hold on for twenty minutes until the phantoms dissipate, and he can win this battle.

However, Xiao Bosheng's eyes were filled with fighting spirit. He wanted to try and defeat Luo Ying while the phantom existed.

The flower gun was danced by him like a tiger, and the person was tossing and turning among the three phantoms, and from time to time, the crisp sound of gold and iron could be heard.

At this moment, Luo Ying, who was his opponent, felt very uncomfortable. She was pinned down and beaten by him before summoning the phantom, and she was still pinned down and beaten after summoning the phantom. So wasn't her phantom summoned in vain?

The short man outside the field couldn't stand it anymore and shouted loudly in Japanese: "Luo Ying, you first use the phantom to get close and then switch to physical attacks. How can you fight if the distance is always limited?"

Li Siping glanced at the short man in the air and said nothing. His eyesight could naturally see that this reminder was useless, so there was no need to pursue the violation.

Guizhan scolded him nervously, looked up and saw that Li Siping didn't speak, then relaxed, and then kicked the short man away.

Luo Ying had a bitter look on her face. Of course she tried, but after the phantom came close, the other party didn't give her a chance to materialize.

The gun barrel either passed through the phantom, or on the way through the phantom, once it materialized, it would either be seriously injured by the gun barrel in the body, or it would be knocked away.

And without a phantom that could be materialized, Xiao Bosheng's attacks suddenly became more intensive. She was unable to resist them, so she could only rely on the three phantoms to constantly switch physical positions to deal with them.

At this moment, in Luo Ying's eyes, the figure wearing the Xingxuan mask was getting taller and taller. The strong sense of oppression made her breathless. It seemed that the spear would break through the defense and pass through her throat in the next second.

As her mentality changed, the movements of the three phantoms gradually became unorganized.

Chance!

Xiao Bosheng immediately bent down, rotated the flower gun on his back and released his hands.

Stepping forward with the right foot, stepping forward with the left foot behind, forming a lunge, and forming a palm with the right hand, he struck out from the waist and hit Luoying's chin in front of him heavily from bottom to top.

At this time, the flower gun was still in the air. The head of the gun passed through the forehead of the phantom on the right, and the tail of the gun passed through the chest of the phantom on the left. Luo Ying could not avoid it by switching physical positions.

A palm hit her on the chin, causing the woman to fly into the air and then fall to the ground. Xiao Bosheng caught the samurai sword with his left hand and pointed it at her chest.

His right hand caught the flower gun, and the head and tail of the gun passed through two phantoms that were temporarily motionless because the entity was hit hard, and did not give her a chance to change the position of the entity.

"You lose." Xiao Bosheng raised the tip of the knife and spoke calmly.

Luo Ying raised her head. Due to Xiao Bosheng's palm, her mask shifted slightly, revealing the delicate, red mouth and slightly pointed chin under the mask.

Good guy, luckily this chin is real, otherwise it would have been a lot of fun if I slapped it flat. Looking at half of the face that appeared due to the mask being displaced, Xiao Bosheng thought

"You are very strong. I am convinced that you lost."

The two phantoms slowly faded and disappeared. Luo Ying stood up, put on the Sakura mask and arranged her hair. He put his feet together, crossed his hands in front of his chest, bowed to Xiao Bosheng, turned around and left the ring.

"The winner will be the Royal Spirit of China, the stars."

As Luo Ying walked out of the ring, Li Siping's voice sounded, and intermittent applause sounded outside the ring, gradually becoming one. Xiao Bosheng won applause from the audience with his beautiful spear skills and perfect response.