Lord of Industrialization

The top 32 of the real sword competition began. Since then, the competition has become more intense and exciting because of the elimination of low-level players. Thirty thousand spectators poured into the arena.

Frederick's box was not in a good location. It was directly exposed to the sun. A white veil was hung in front of it, so outsiders could not see what was going on inside.

However, according to gossip, the granddaughter of the city's chief justice, the younger daughter of the deputy tax official, and the sister of the deputy commander of the cavalry regiment were in that box, leaving room for imagination.

In the player preparation room, Shitou put on the armor with the help of Boli and the other two butchers, moved around, and then adjusted the tightness.

When everything was ready, Shitou sat on a chair and closed his eyes to rest.

Boli and the two butchers walked out of the room, closed the door, and chatted in a low voice in the corridor.

Their mood was not high. A chubby butcher gritted his teeth and said, "The schedule must have been tampered with!"

The corridor was full of assistants of other players. This topic was too explosive. Someone came over and asked, "What do you mean by the schedule being tampered with?"

Seven or eight people gathered around him. The butcher looked at them and whispered, "You all know that the schedule for the top 32 was rearranged. It was based on the performance of the top 64. The ranking was based on the time of the game. The top 32 players played against the lower ones."

Everyone nodded. It was true. This could prevent the players who could enter the finals from being eliminated in the first round.

The butcher continued, "Our player is ranked fifth, but today he was arranged to play against Baron Pioli, who is ranked first."

An outsider said, "Hiss, is this arrangement to send a player with poor level to the top 16?"

At this time, a local said, "It's not that complicated, it's just that Shitou offended someone in the arena."

"The head coach of their arena had a conflict with Shitou a while ago."

"I heard that the head coach said that if Shitou enters the top eight, he will give everyone canned food, and if Shitou wins the championship, he will perform handstand diarrhea in the arena."

Others heard that this is the case, it is not a huge conspiracy, it has nothing to do with them, so they just listen to it for fun.

Boli and others looked unhappy.

First, they are friends with Shitou, so they naturally hope that he can win two more games.

Second, if Shitou wins a good ranking and has a reputation, their butcher shop can save a lot of trouble in the world.

Third, they all bet on Shitou to win this game. If Shitou's skills are not as good as others, it's fine, but he will definitely not accept being targeted like this.

The news spread quickly in the corridor, and many people heard it when the game started.

The game started. After two games heated up the atmosphere, the staff came to call Shitou to the stage.

Shitou put on his helmet and followed the staff to the ring.

Boli and the others just wanted to comfort Shitou, but found that his temperament seemed different from before.

The ring was equipped with amplification magic, and the conversations of the players could be heard throughout the arena.

Baron Pioli came on stage wearing a silver-bottomed gold-studded armor, which attracted a tsunami of cheers.

Shitou then walked onto the ring, and his voice suddenly dropped a lot.

In Frederick's box, the girl in Frederick's arms asked: "Who do you think will win? I think Baron Pioli will definitely win."

Frederick just smiled and asked the other two next to him: "What do you think?"

The one on the left said: "I also think Baron Pioli will win."

The one on the right said: "How about we make a bet, the loser has to agree to a small request of the winner, I think Baron Pioli will win."

Frederick said with a bitter face: "You all bet on Pioli to win, so I can only bet on him to lose."

"What should I ask you to do if I win?"

At this time, Cabbage walked into the box and whispered a few words in Frederick's ear.

Frederick nodded, did not make further arrangements, and waved her to leave.

In the ring match, Pioli saluted Shitou and said, "Although I really want to see someone do a handstand and diarrhea in the ring, unfortunately, I will not give up the championship."

The arena was in uproar, and it took a long time for someone to react. It seemed that as long as Shitou won the championship, someone would do a handstand and diarrhea in the ring.

Shitou raised his sword in return and said in a deep voice, "I will do my best to win every game, and I will marry her after winning the championship."

The audience suddenly rang with whistles and screams of girls. People had no resistance to such declarations.

Pioli smiled and said, "Remember to invite me when you hold your wedding."

Shitou replied, "I will definitely send out the invitation."

Many spectators stood on Shitou's side at this time, and the cheers became louder and louder.

At the beginning of the game, Pioli held the sword with both hands and took a defensive posture.

Since he started learning sword, he has been told not to underestimate the enemy.

Shitou also held the sword with both hands and took a defensive posture, slowly moving, circling around Pioli and looking for opportunities.

Frederick laughed at Stone's posture. This posture seemed to have no obvious flaws, but there was a hidden one.

Pioli found this flaw.

Most people are right-handed, so they defend their left side more.

Stone's defensive posture seemed to focus too much on the left side and neglect the right side.

Pioli made a battle plan in his mind.

He started to attack, took a step, and spun his whole body, sweeping the left side of Stone with the rotation force.

Stone raised his sword to block, and Pioli hit his sword heavily with the back of his sword. There was a loud noise.

Pioli felt the reaction force from the sword and changed his steps, trying to use the force to swing back and sweep the right side of the stone again.

He was confident in his strength. The sword just now would definitely break the stone's posture, and then take the opportunity to sweep the gap on the other side.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Pioli came back to his senses and found that there was a bright blue sky in front of him, a white cloud was slowly floating by, and then the tip of the sword appeared in front of him.

At the entrance of the stadium, several players were stunned.

Gresco thought that Pioli and himself were evenly matched. Even if the opponent had the strength of the top five, he could win in ten rounds at most.

He and everyone else didn't expect that Pioli would lose in the first round.

"He has reached that level." Gresco replayed the game just now in his mind and found the problem.

Another player next to him asked: "What level?"

Gresco replied: "Playing chess."

The players were a little confused.

After winning the last game, the tin can standing against the wall did not go back to rest but stayed here to watch the game. After listening to Gresco's words, he said "hmm", but no one noticed.

Frederick's face was full of smiles, and he saw the game clearly.

Stone used the flaws in his posture to attract Pioli to attack his left side. Frederick was not sure how many back-ups he had, but he was sure that the kick he made when Pioli turned around was in the plan.

Because Stone's sword posture was scattered after the sword fight, but he did not regroup, but raised his foot and kicked Pioli in the waist, kicking him out.

And the timing of this kick was very precise. If it was early, Pioli would find it, but if it was late, the sword would have swept across, and it could hurt people by inertia.

Frederick reviewed it again in his mind, thinking that Stone should have seen Pioli's change of pace, so he made such a choice.

The three girls around him, like most of the audience, did not react for a while. How could Pioli, who had the highest voice to win the championship, lose?

Those who bet heavily on Pioli to win were the first to wail.

Frederick stood up and said, "Got it, let's go back."