King of Assassins

Wei Ming has no prejudice against Gao Xuan, he even admires this young man quite a bit.

So handsome, with good swordsmanship, and a good personality, but he is a bit scumbag to women.

However, most men are scumbags. It's just that some people don't have the ability to be scumbags, so they think they are innocent boys. Give him three or five beautiful girls, and I'm sure he wants them all.

Wei Ming didn't think there was any problem with this either.

This is the case in nature, strong males can always occupy more females. In human society, people with ability, money, power, talent, and even face can get more resources.

He had countless girlfriends when he was young. He will not be too demanding on Gao Xuan.

However, Wei Ming couldn't accept Gao Xuan's scum if he wanted to date his niece.

Human beings are such rational beings. The closeness is very clear.

If Gao Xuan hadn't saved Wei Zhenzhen and Wei Yue, Wei Ming would have taught this kid to be a man in the morning.

Today, since we met on the Internet by chance, let me teach Gao Xuan a little lesson, so that he will not be complacent and always think that he is the child of destiny!

The duel field is a standard nine-meter by nine-meter kendo competition field, and both contestants are barefoot. This is also for convenience.

Wei Ming's registered trumpet is very shabby, with only a gray and white kendo uniform and a long sword. He wears a mask over his face.

He had only been seen in public the other day, and it wouldn't be great if he was recognized.

It's not very pleasant to hear about a tenth-level swordsman bullying children.

Gao Xuan recognized Wei Ming, and his seraphim also had a special sensitivity to electronic information.

Wei Ming is wearing a mask, which is not really a disguise. Gao Xuan recognized Wei Ming's identity when he saw his eyebrows and eyes.

The Seraphim cicada sensed it from afar, and even locked on to Wei Ming's spiritual aura.

"It's here to mess things up."

Gao Xuan didn't need to ask, he also knew that Wei Ming's sneaking over was no good.

"This challenger friend, don't you want to report your name?" Gao Xuan asked knowingly.

"A swordsman speaks with his sword."

Wei Ming turned the long sword in his hand, "I'll teach you a lesson."

Gao Xuan smiled: "I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

Wei Ming was not polite, he raised his sword and stabbed straight with light steps.

He is a majestic level ten swordsman, even if his physical data is limited to level three, his fighting consciousness will not be restricted.

It can be said that when everyone has the same physical data, the kendo duel on Battle.net is the same as playing chess. What we look at is technology and awareness.

Wei Ming is confident that he can deal with Gao Xuan with three moves. He used 90% of his strength for this sword, and he had the first-mover advantage. Gao Xuan either retreated or blocked.

No matter how Gao Xuan responds, he will be able to send Gao Xuan home with two consecutive moves.

Routine, the simplest routine. Also give this kid some insight.

Wei Ming was thinking about it, but found that Gao Xuan did not follow the script.

Gao Xuan stepped straight into the chest of the long sword, and used the sword to hold his sword edge and pushed straight forward.

The data of the two sides are the same, so the sword used by Gao Xuan is naturally much stronger than that of Wei Ming. Wei Ming's sword was blocked at once, Gao Xuan's long sword touched, and the blade pierced Wei Ming's throat.

It's not over yet, Gao Xuan turned his wrist and turned his sword, and Wei Ming immediately turned into a mosaic of data lights.

"Bye, brother."

After Gao Xuan was so kind to a group of data lights, he danced a sword flower and put it into the sheath. He smiled and said to the front: "Next."

The whole battle process was extremely smooth, and there was no difference between Wei Ming and the dozens of young swordsmen in front of him.

No one saw anything special about Wei Ming's swordsmanship. The audience is used to such instant kills.

They just booed Wei Ming disdainfully. This kind of person is still playing, without any self-knowledge.

Wei Zhenzhen cheered loudly, she didn't know that it was Wei Ming who was killed in seconds. Even if I knew it, I wouldn't care too much.

Wei Ming who was instantly killed retreated directly to his room,

He watched the live broadcast of Gao Xuan, and fell into deep self-doubt: Where am I? who am I? what am i doing

As a top swordsman, Wei Ming has always felt that his sword skills are very good. Maybe he can't beat Baiyun City, because Baiyun City's sword power is too strong, and it has nothing to do with swordsmanship.

Wei Ming never thought that he would be instantly killed by a sword of an eighteen-year-old boy. He refused to accept the result.

As a top swordsman, Wei Ming quickly calmed down.

Wei Ming replayed the battle video just now to analyze the reasons for the failure.

In fact, he remembered the sword just now very clearly, but he could see more details in the video.

At the beginning, Gao Xuan was obviously about to move his center of gravity back, and this subtle movement misled his judgment.

Then, Gao Xuan blocked his sword's edge with incomparable precision.

You must know that Gao Xuan's sword grid is shaped like a Chinese character back, only about three centimeters. It is very difficult for such a small sword frame to accurately block the sharply approaching sword edge.

What made Wei Ming depressed was that Gao Xuan had completely predicted the route of his sword attack. With the data of this virtual body, it is difficult to make adjustments after the shot.

As a result, he missed a move and was instantly killed by Gao Xuan.

Wei Ming repeated the battle video more than a dozen times, but he could only helplessly admit that Gao Xuan may have been a bit of a fool, but overall his performance was indeed better.

"Something, I underestimated you."

Wei Ming reviewed himself, but he was still too casual, and did not regard Gao Xuan as his opponent.

In the virtual battle, everyone started from the same place, and if he made a wrong move, he would have no chance to make up for it.

Wei Ming learned his lesson and challenged Gao Xuan again.

A majestic ice swordsman, who fell down and then got up again.

Wei Ming entered the duel room again and found that Gao Xuan had already won 65 games in a row.

Seeing Wei Ming, Gao Xuan suddenly smiled: "Brother here again, this time you should be more dedicated, and don't be killed in seconds. Otherwise, you won't be able to get the performance fee."

This kind of ridicule naturally caused a burst of laughter from the audience.

The duel room is shared, and Wei Ming can also hear the laughter. Looking down from his position, he could even see the audience in the first few rows below. He even saw Wei Zhenzhen who laughed the most.

Wei Ming's old face was slightly hot, it would be a joke if it spread. Fortunately no one knew his identity.

"Come." Wei Ming pointed with his long sword, signaling Gao Xuan to stop talking nonsense.

Gao Xuan unhurriedly made an OK gesture to Wei Ming, Wei Ming was a little puzzled.

Gao Xuan said with a smile: "This is not OK, this is three, brother. The third sword, you die again, please. Be dedicated."

"one."

Gao Xuan counted in his mouth, and at the same time raised his sword and stabbed straight.

This kind of chest piercing swordsmanship has every sect and school, and it is generally called: Immortal Guidance.

It's just that the sword moves of each family have different attentions. In fact, there are very big differences in which direction the sword is drawn, which foot is stepped, and where the body's center of gravity is.

Gao Xuan's step was very fast, and the sword pierced even faster.

With everyone having the same physical data, Gao Xuan stabbed first and took the offensive initiative.

Wei Ming didn't want to take any risks, he retreated obliquely, Gao Xuan followed his progress and stabbed again. Wei Ming saw that Gao Xuan's advanced posture was too advanced, so he took a step sideways and raised his sword to slash.

His sword was going to take off Gao Xuan's arm, making him scream.

Gao Xuan shrank his shoulders slightly, turned his elbow and raised his sword, chopping Wei Ming into a ball of white light.

The two sides changed their moves completely at the same time, and there was no chance to change. As a result, Gao Xuan was like a prophet, unreasonably changing his moves to avoid Wei Ming's slash, and at the same time killed Wei Ming with his backhand.

Wei Ming was constrained by his body, and he couldn't make any adjustments when he watched himself being hit by the sword.

Gao Xuan killed Wei Ming with three swords, he gave a thumbs up to Wei Ming's white light, "Brother did a good job."

The audience below inevitably booed, this is really a public performance. Say three swords, three swords.

These audiences felt that Wei Ming was too cooperative, and both sides changed their moves at the same time. If they hadn't practiced beforehand, no one would believe it.

Wei Ming exited with a sullen face, this time he really couldn't laugh.

It doesn't matter what the audience is, a swordsman should not fall twice in a pit.

Wei Ming felt that it was unreasonable, Gao Xuan seemed to be able to see through all his back tricks. However, he was always confused by Gao Xuan's body movements and made wrong judgments.

Even though it was just a virtual match without real physical data, Wei Ming couldn't accept such a failure.

To this end, he even activated the super-large optical brain in the laboratory to analyze the data of the two battles.

A few seconds later, Wei Ming got the result.

The result of the optical brain analysis is: Gao Xuan's data has no problems, and he didn't use any plug-ins.

The only thing Gao Xuan is good at is his almost predictable predictions, and his fake moves that are difficult to distinguish between true and false.

In the case of the same data on both sides, this advantage is sure to win.

Wei Ming thought about it for a long time, and felt that Gao Xuan must be very talented, born with a special intuition for kendo, and could always make the most correct judgment in advance.

Either Gao Xuan is really better at swordsmanship than him, so he can always judge in advance and make corresponding adjustments.

When Wei Ming decided to try again, he found that the live broadcast had ended.

The victory record in the live broadcast room has reached 100 consecutive victories.

Wei Ming was extremely depressed. He wished he could have a match with Gao Xuan in person to get back his face.

But after all, he still doesn't have such a thick skin, he can only wait for the next live broadcast to trouble Gao Xuan.

At the same time, Cao Xiong and a few subordinates just walked out of the gate of the airship terminal in Mingjing City.

"Let's take a taxi...go to Zhongyuan Hotel first."

Cao Xiong took out a flat silver carved wine jug and took a sip of the wine, before lazily giving instructions.

His facial features are unremarkable, his eyes are slightly drunk and hazy, but his mustache is shiny. Maybe it's because he drank too much wine, and the tip of his nose is still a little red.

He was wearing a colorful printed shirt, bright red beach pants, and rattan sandals under his feet. It looks like going on vacation to the beach. Coupled with the drunkenness in his eyes, he looked more like a slightly drunk tourist.

If you have never met Cao Xiong, you would never have guessed that this is a famous detective.

Yao Fei asked curiously, "Boss, is there no one from the Law Enforcement Department to pick us up?"

"Let's go quietly today, don't make any noise."

Cao Xiong yawned and spit out a strong smell of alcohol. He said vaguely: "Check the situation first. This time the killer is a bit powerful..."

Yao Fei was not convinced, she put her arms around Yan Qingge's arm and said, "We still have Sister Yan. You two great swordsmen join forces, and you still can't take down a little assassin!"

Yan Qingge withdrew her embraced arm calmly, looked at the bustling crowd at the gate of the terminal and said thoughtfully, "That man is indeed very powerful, he is a formidable opponent."

Yan Qingge's hair was short, only the front part of Liu Hai was left to cover his eyebrows. She was wearing a black combat uniform, with a pistol on her waist and a short black stick on the other side.

The big sunglasses covered half of her face. Others can't see her true expression, and there is a sense of distance that rejects people thousands of miles away.

Yao Fei almost failed, and was a little embarrassed. But the opponent was Yan Qingge, a member of the Yan family in Zhongjing City, a tenth-level swordsman. Even with eight guts, she dared not lose her temper with this man.

She laughed dryly: "I'll go find the car."

Several other subordinates stood respectfully behind, not daring to speak nonsense.

Cao Xiong leaned close to Yan Qingge and whispered, "This time it's up to you."

Yan Qingge turned his head to avoid the smell of alcohol from Cao Xiong: "There are so many of us, as long as you find each other's traces, can he still turn the world upside down?"

"It's hard to say, it's hard to say..."

Cao Xiong looked at the high-rise buildings in the distance, his eyes showed a bit of solemnity: "To be honest, I don't feel very good!"