In the ring, Anthony was the first to appear.
His long, curly yellow hair draped over his shoulders like a lion's, and he held a blue dagger in his hand.
Purple Qi.
Ye Lingchen muttered, a hint of contemplation and solemnity in the depths of his eyes.
That color of Qi was very special, and he did not know what attribute it symbolized.
Looking at the blue dagger in his hand, Ye Lingchen was slightly surprised. The length of the dagger was shorter than an ordinary dagger, and it did not seem suitable for use as a weapon.
"England is the same as Murica. They all call them the Awakened. They are born with an affinity for the elements and claim to have the ability to control the elements. Watch carefully," Sun Hongtao said solemnly.
After that, Saathi also walked into the ring.
Half of his body was draped in a cloth robe, and the other half was exposed. He was barefoot, with his left hand in front of him and his right hand holding a black and gold iron rod. The iron rod was especially heavy and nearly two meters long!
On one side was a dagger, and on the other side was a two-meter-long iron rod. The difference in weapons was huge.
In the ring.
Both sides stood still, looked at each other meticulously, and saluted seriously.
"India, Saathi!"
"England, Anthony!"
Everyone held their breaths and focused their eyes on the ring.
"Begin!"
Without further ado, after the two of them saluted, the referee directly announced the start!
As soon as the voice fell, the two of them moved at the same time!
The muscles in Saathi's right hand instantly swelled, and the iron rod swept out, leaving a deep mark in the air. The wind howled.
Anthony did not use the dagger to receive it. Instead, he lowered his body slightly, bent his legs, and slid under the iron rod.
His body was almost touching the ground as he moved, and … his speed was extremely fast!
In just an instant, he was close to Saathi.
A dagger against a long rod. Close combat was the best choice.
When he got close to Saathi, the dagger in Anthony's hand stabbed out like a snake coming out of its hole!
"Child's play!"
Saathi snorted coldly. The long rod swung in the air and fell down toward Anthony!
At the same time, his body leaped up and nimbly avoided the dagger.
With his body hanging upside down, the iron rod drew an arc in the air, like a monkey fishing for the moon, and smashed toward Anthony who was on the ground.
Anthony didn't dodge. He slashed the dagger in his hand forward, instantly colliding with the iron staff. At the same time, he used the momentum to slide a distance away from the ground.
However, not long after he slid out, he took advantage of the momentum and rose into the air. His body was like a large bird that had spread its wings, silently soaring into the sky as if he was gliding in the air.
At this time, Sartre was floating in the air. He was in a vacuum of power. Sensing the movement behind him, he swept his long staff.
However, Anthony's body seemed to be weightless. He moved with the wind and appeared on the other side like a ghost.
"What a strange speed."
Countless people were amazed.
Anthony's speed couldn't be said to be very fast, but it gave people the feeling that he was very fast, because he could make people unable to react in time. It gave people the feeling that he would be wherever he wanted to be.
Sartre did not seem to know what had happened. His club had missed, and his body had lost its support. He was falling at an angle.
At that moment, Anthony's dagger suddenly stabbed out. The speed was much faster than the first attack, and it carried the power of thunder.
Almost at the same time, Sartre chanted a Buddhist mantra and struck out with his left hand. His palm shone with a golden light, pressing down on Anthony like a big seal.
It turned out that he was not unprepared.
Zap zap zap!
A dazzling light suddenly lit up and shot into everyone's eyes, causing them to feel a burst of pain. There was a piercing sound in their ears, like the chirping of countless birds. It made their scalps tingle.
"This … this is …" Ye Lingchen's pupils shrank slightly.
Ye Lingchen's pupils contracted slightly. At that moment, his eyes were illuminated blue by the light. "Lightning?!"
Poof!
The short blade in Anthony's hand had already turned into a 1.5 meter long lightning sword!
The sword was made entirely of lightning, and the electricity was dancing. Not only did it pierce through Sartre's palm, but it also stabbed into his waist!
"Crackle!"
Sartre's body was like fried beans, making popping sounds and charred marks appeared on his wound.
"It turns out that the dagger was just a medium. This kid hid it too well."
Ye Lingchen and the others all stood up and looked at Anthony in surprise. An Awakened. It turned out that this was an Awakened!
"The big monk from Tintu also hid it well. He was always on guard. That last palm was also an unintentional move. It's a pity that Anthony's skills are better," Lin Xi analyzed.
"Both of them originally wanted to hide their strength and decide the outcome with one blow."
Ye Lingchen's eyes narrowed slightly. The speed of the sword's appearance was too fast. It really struck down like lightning and pierced through Sartre in a flash. It was very domineering and directly cut off Sartre's attack.
"There's actually a Lightning Awakened in England. This is also one in a million among the Awakened." Wu Tianbao explained in a timely manner, "At that moment, Sartre's palm and waist were severely injured. I'm afraid …"
However, he stopped halfway through his sentence because not only did Sartre not admit defeat, but he also began to fight back!
There was a Buddha's light flowing on Sartre's body, directly suppressing the lightning around him. His pierced hand continued to erupt with Buddha's seal, and the golden seal blasted toward Anthony. At the same time, his other hand swung the iron rod and swept it toward Anthony again.
Under the lightning, he had no intention of retreating at all, nor did he withdraw his hand or retreat. Instead, he continued to attack while his hand was pierced by the lightning.
The iron rod was also wrapped in a layer of Buddha's light. The brilliance was so brilliant that it covered the sky and swept over, causing Anthony's expression to change slightly.
At that moment, Sartre did not want to hide his strength and went all out.
There seemed to be a flash of lightning in Anthony's eyes. The power of the lightning on the Thunder Longsword suddenly became stronger. The lightning jumped wildly and exploded on Sartre's palm.
The skin on Sartre's hand was already lacerated. Flesh and blood flew everywhere and half of his palm was charred like charcoal.
However, he did not seem to feel any pain. There was no sadness or joy on his face as he swept the long rod toward Anthony, wanting to smash him into meat paste with one strike.
The King Stage martial artist at the side narrowed his eyes and was ready to strike!
These two people were fighting a life and death battle!
Anthony was very fast and had the upper hand, but Sartre was fighting with his life without fear. The situation suddenly changed, and it was a competition of who could withstand it first!
Anthony's face darkened slightly, but there was no fear.
Just when everyone thought that he would dodge, both of his hands were covered in lightning, and he slapped the dagger!
Bzzt bzzt bzzt!
A Thunder Longsword also burst out from the side of the short blade!
The edge of the short blade was actually just a cover. In fact, Thunder Longswords could be extended from all sides!
(End of this chapter)
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