C252 On the Arena(1)
C252 On the Arena(1)
He stared at the mysterious man's face, and the corner of his mouth curled up. "Bandage? Hehe, do you want to hide your identity? Interesting."
The vice president beside Xiong Zheng, Fenng Annloong, frowned slightly.
He stared at the figure of the person who had flown onto the arena. Although he was not too fat, he was indeed fat. Moreover, he held a long sword that glowed with purple light in his hand.
He had been searching for the fat swordsman who had killed his team of four and seized the Devil Wind Scroll. To the Bajue Guild, the Devil Wind Scroll was a very precious and important item. Therefore, although it had been a long time since then, he wasn't willing to give it up.
However, there were too few people who met the requirements.
First, fatty. Secondly, the sword technique had to be good. Under such multiple screening conditions, there wouldn't be anyone left.
A swordsman who was fat enough could not kill a four-man team on his own, and most of the swordsmen who had good sword techniques were not Fatty.
Therefore, in the past few months, he had not found anyone who met the requirements.
And now, the mysterious person on the ring seemed to meet the requirements. His figure wasn't much different from what he remembered, and he was even holding a sword. He just didn't know how strong he was, if his strength was very strong... Then he might be the murderer of the four people in the squad!
Opposite the Bajue Guild, Murong Wu was also looking at the mysterious man who suddenly appeared in the ring with interest.
Since this mysterious man had appeared on the stage when the people of Bajue Guild were on the stage, he wouldn't be a member of the Bajue Guild if he challenged them. And there wasn't such a person in his impression. In other words, this guy didn't belong to any of the two major powers!
Since he wasn't from the two major powers, then who was he?
Was he a hidden expert from the other major powers in Qiluo City? Or was he a wanderer who happened to pass by Qiluo City?
Because of the bandages wrapped around his face, everyone was curious about the true identity of the mysterious man on the arena.
For a moment, everyone's imagination ran wild, but almost no one knew his true appearance.
Bai Lang, who was sitting next to Murong Wu, sipped his tea and smiled.
As for the golden-haired girl beside him who was more beautiful than the sun, she placed all her attention on the desserts in front of her.
As she wolfed down the food, she said vaguely: "What's so special about a guy who doesn't even dare to show his true face... Coo... Nice looking, I think... Wow! This is delicious... This guy can't even defeat someone with a black blade... "
Beside her, a silver-haired girl with an expressionless face and a large sword was carefully observing the people on the arena. She unexpectedly said, "Elder sister, that's not necessarily the case. His body is emitting a very powerful aura."
After hearing Ace's reply, Ellie finally stopped stuffing food into her mouth. She swallowed all the food in her mouth in one gulp and looked at Ace in surprise, "Little Traces, you said that the T transformation with bandages is very powerful?"
The silver-haired girl, whose face was as delicate as a porcelain doll, nodded seriously. "Yes, he is holding a sword. His aura is restrained and sharp. I can see a very terrifying shadow from his body..."
At this point, Ellie finally raised her head to look at the mysterious person on the stage. Her eyes became serious.
"Other than Master, there are only a few people in the world who can be praised by you, right? I remember that the one you used such praise the last time was that damn fatty who stole your heart..."
Ace's fair jade-like face turned red. She hugged the huge sword tightly and said, "Sister... Don't speak nonsense..."
Ellie did not hear her retort and stared at the mysterious person on the stage. She muttered in surprise. "Hey, hey, this guy with bandages seems to be a fatty too... He would not... That damn fatty, right? "
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No matter how much they discussed below the stage, it did not seem to reach the ears of the two people on the stage.
They looked at each other.
The name of the man with the black blade was Liu Lujie, a blade master who had joined the Bajue Guild. He was now the captain of the Bajue Guild. The black blade technique he used was passed down from his family. It was a very powerful blade technique. Although his level wasn't very high, his blade technique could rank him in the top five in the Bajue Guild.
The arena of the Joust For A Spouse Festival blocked all attributes and skills. When he heard this rule, his heart almost jumped out of his chest. This was his greatest blessing.
Although his level was low, he was very confident in his black blade technique. In terms of physical combat, other than the unfathomable guild leader, Xiong Zheng, he dared to call himself the most powerful existence in the entire guild.
The truth also proved this point. Previously, the combat strength of Wind Cloud and Bajue Guild was basically the same as each other. At most, there would be someone who could win two battles in a row. After that, they would be defeated by the latecomers. He was different. He had defeated five experts of Feng Yun Mercenary Group in a row.
His confidence was bursting right now. He believed that other than the guild leader of the Wind Cloud Guild, there was nothing else he could do. In other words, no one else in the Wind Cloud Association could defeat him.
In other words, his next opponent would most likely be the president of Feng Yun Guild, Murong Wu.
Although he wasn't a match for Murong Wu in terms of overall strength, if it was only in terms of saber skills and physical strength, he might not necessarily lose to Murong Wu!
The thought of defeating Murong Wu rose in his heart, and his heart became hot because of it!
As long as he defeated Murong Wu, Xiong Zheng would definitely reward him greatly. He might even give him a Blue Grade equipment, or even a Blue Grade equipment!
With the bonus from these rewards, his strength would definitely increase greatly, and his ranking in the guild would also be even higher.
As long as he defeated Murong Wu, the path ahead would be bright and smooth!
But now, everything he prayed for had been destroyed... This mysterious person in front of him had destroyed his path to promotion!
He narrowed his eyes and stared at this mysterious person whose face was wrapped in bandages. He cursed inwardly, trash. He didn't even dare to reveal his true face.
Although he hated this guy a little, he understood after thinking about it.
With his strength, how could he lose to a fellow who didn't even know his identity? Although he seemed to have some strength from his mysterious appearance, it might just be a big embroidered pillow.
Moreover, his blade technique was basically unparalleled in the entire Qiluo City. The number of people who could defeat him could be counted on one hand. How could he lose?
When he thought of this, the corner of Liu Lujie's mouth curled up into a relaxed smile. He said in a clear voice, "You don't even dare to show your face when fighting on stage. You're simply a laughable coward. A turtle with its head lowered should be hiding in its shell. Why do you have to come out and show off? However, standing on the stage is equivalent to signing a life and death contract. If I fall to the ground and fall until my head is bleeding, it is equivalent to signing a life and death contract. I can't blame anyone!"
His words made the audience laugh loudly.
The person with the bandages on his face did not answer him. Instead, he slowly raised the purple sword in his hand and made an attack pose.
Liu Lujie smiled evilly and shouted: "Since you dare to point your saber at me, coward, then don't blame me for being impolite!"