In the quarterfinals, two of the East Asian recruits, who had the most advanced, had already stopped in the top sixteen. The luxurious lineup of East Asian recruits had suddenly weakened a lot.
Everyone looked at Xue Tian, who was sitting side by side with Qin Fen. Will these two East Asian recruits, one in the upper half and the other in the lower half, meet in the finals?
The loudspeaker sounded again. Caesar got up calmly, put his hands gently behind his back, and stepped onto the field. He wasn't fast, he didn't use the slightest strength, it was like he was taking a stroll.
People were surprised to find that after Qin Fen showed the strength that was close to the peak of the recruit tournament, Caesar from Europe was still taking a leisurely stroll. His seven-star strength faintly exuded a transcendent aura of power, which was also the aura of power that could only be obtained by standing at the peak.
If Qin Fen's aura of power was unparalleled, then Caesar's aura of power was that of a king who wouldn't be affected by honor or disgrace.
Great Emperor! At this moment, people once again thought of Caesar's title!
Bai Sheng nodded slightly, his eyes were full of praise. Caesar indeed had the heart of a king. If he was born in ancient Europe, he might really be able to create a shocking legend like the invincible Great Emperor Caesar in European history.
"West Asian recruit, please …"
Mourad Tschick stood up suddenly like a steel knife. The scarlet spear was already in his hand. His footsteps weren't fast either. Qin Fen's previous burst was temporarily difficult to surpass. No one would show any fast burst after Qin Fen launched a burst that was almost like a high-speed train. That would only serve as a stepping stone for Qin Fen.
Mourad Tschick walked slowly, but his body didn't give people the feeling of taking a leisurely stroll. His eyes were filled with incomparable hatred as he stared at Qin Fen, completely ignoring his opponent, Caesar.
There were too many upsets in this year's Recruit Tournament. People had gradually become accustomed to watching the tournament quietly instead of cheering excitedly. That way, they would often miss the most exciting battles. No one wanted to miss such a tournament. Its level of excitement had almost caught up with the Great Ensemble's top tournament of the younger generation.
Mourad Tschick finally pulled his gaze back from Qin Fen and shifted it to his opponent, Caesar.
Caesar quietly sized up Mourad Tschick. This man had a pair of eyes full of hatred. The hatred in his eyes had turned into a persistent will. The great spear in his hand was not very thick, but it was long enough.
The red spear in his hand was like a legendary crimson dragon. The spearhead and the body of the spear were connected as one, emitting a red glow. It was definitely not painted with red paint. Obviously, it was forged with the unique scarlet-patterned steel from Mars.
Caesar's eyes flashed with faint appreciation. It was indeed a good gun! When the spear landed on someone, it immediately gave them a sense of oppression filled with murderous intent.
A million-strong army, one man and one spear, seven in and seven out! Wherever the tip of the spear pointed, there were dead souls! The pitch-red spear in Mourad Tschick's hands faintly gave off the feeling of a chaotic ancient battlefield and the elegance of a famous general of a generation.
The bell of the game had yet to ring. Mourad Tschick felt Caesar's appreciation in his eyes. His eyes immediately became cold and fierce. Even the people who watched the broadcast from the big screen felt a piercing chill.
Caesar's expression did not change at all. His hands did not stretch out because of the approaching bell of the game. He just stood there quietly, and his eyes flashed with appreciation for Mourad Tschick.
Appreciation again? The coldness in Mourad Tschick's eyes increased by three degrees. This appreciation was like an elder's appreciation for the younger generation! That was a high and mighty appreciation! He had seen this kind of gaze once in Qinghai. That was the light that appeared in Qin Fen's eyes.
He hated such a gaze. Caesar's gaze deeply hurt his self-esteem.
The bell of the game rang. The shoulder in Mourad Tschick's hand suddenly trembled. His hands trembled slightly, and the red spear in his hand made a "woo woo" sound that could only be produced when a real object broke through the air and rushed over a long distance. The red spear was like a dragon. With the help of the special elastic scarlet-patterned steel, it drew an ear-piercing crimson light that shrouded Caesar's upper, middle, and lower body.
The tip of the spear swayed with the elasticity of the spear body. Every point seemed to be really exerting force, and every point seemed to be just pretending to exert force, making it difficult for people to judge where the real killer move was.
The great spear broke through armor! Even the armor of famous generals on ancient battlefields was afraid of encountering the sudden thrust of a sharp spear.
Mourad Tschick's seven-star strength was far more ferocious than many fierce generals on ancient battlefields. If this spear were to pierce through, even if Caesar was wearing a dragon scale bulletproof vest, he would still end up with a transparent hole in his body.
In this spear thrust that was as swift as a dragon and as cunning as a fox, the best way was to dodge! First, avoid this sudden thrust that was like a dragon's tongue!
However, the young martial artists, including Yang Lie, were very clear that the scarlet patterned steel was extremely elastic. If they were to dodge this spear, then their momentum would be weaker than the opponent's. On the contrary, it would increase Mourad Tschick's morale, and the great spear in his hand would be unleashed even more. It would be like a dragon entering the sea, and his attacks would be stronger and stronger.
Just as countless spectators were guessing that Caesar would dodge, a group of little girls from various continents had their eyes shining with incomparable determination!
It wasn't that their martial dao cultivation was strong, but they were full of confidence in Caesar. Ever since his debut, Great Emperor Caesar had never lost! Even if he encountered Qin Fen, this group of people from the cheering group would still believe that the final winner would be Caesar.
To be invincible and invincible was the Great Emperor!
Caesar didn't even look at the dazzling spear tip. The naked eye could confuse people's hearts, but the body couldn't make any deception. The moment Mourad Tschick made his move, Caesar felt that his left shoulder was locked on by a spear.
This was the martial sense that Caesar was most proud of! It was an important reason why he had never lost even when he encountered an opponent who was stronger than him.
Mourad Tschick was very strong, but …
The light of appreciation in Caesar's eyes had never diminished. He didn't even look at the red spear that was like several red snakes attacking at the same time. Instead of retreating, his body moved forward. He didn't seem to use any footwork, but it was as if he took a casual step. The shape of his right fist that he stretched out was very strange. At first glance, it looked more like a seal.
Yang Lie's eyes suddenly lit up. This was Caesar's original fist technique, Emperor's Fist: Jade Seal!
The fist was like a seal, and the momentum was like a seal stamped on an imperial edict! The seemingly ordinary punch was filled with the power of an emperor.
Qin Fen's eyes flashed with a faint surprise. This punch … is a bit interesting! There's a bit of a conceited feeling! Good, very good!
The moment the fist and steel collided, the vibrating sound in the air was like two rare cold weapons colliding with each other, making the sound of metal clashing.
Mourad Tschick's palm went numb, and the strength on his shoulder dissipated immediately. His feet quickly retreated.
The stress point was hit! The sword had its stress point, and naturally, the spear also had its stress point! The stress point of Mourad Tschick's spear was relatively close to the back half of the spear. If the weapon was not long enough, it would be absolutely impossible to touch the stress point of his spear.
However, Caesar touched it with his bare hands, and the rotation of the red spear itself stopped with one punch. It was completely in a state where it was not a threat at all.
Bai Sheng clapped his hands lightly. The reason why he was praising was different from most of the martial artists. That punch was certainly surprising, but that step was the real key to victory.
It seemed like an ordinary step, but it was not really ordinary! That step was a stroll! What Bai Sheng saw was Caesar taking a stroll just now.
All under the sky belonged to the emperor!
The earth under the feet of the emperor belonged to him, so naturally, he was taking a stroll wherever he went! Only with such a state of mind could he use that wonderful step just now.
With the opening of the imperial jade seal, Caesar moved forward again. His figure seemed to be strolling, but his speed was a bit faster than Mourad Tschick, whose body was slightly weak. In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the Great Emperor who dared to challenge him.
There was no anger in his eyes, nor was there Qin Fen's tyrannical and fierce power. Caesar's clenched fist came down again without hesitation.
In the face of the red spear that could easily stab a person into a hornet's nest, Caesar would not just put on the posture of an emperor and wait for an attack.
Caesar's attack was very straightforward. There was no back-up, nor any dazzling tricks. It was simpler than one plus one equals two. He just raised his hand and smashed it on the head.
With just this seal, Caesar's entire aura increased a lot. His legs slightly opened into a horse stance, his spine was straight, his neck became slightly thicker, and his arm smashed down.
He looked like a good emperor who was diligent and loved the people. He was holding the imperial jade seal and quickly stamping on the official documents.
Extermination of the Whole Family!
This was taken from the emperor's words. The emperor did not joke. After making a move, he vowed not to hold back, and under the imperial seal, he would never be able to turn the tables!
Caesar raised the imperial seal in his hand. It was an imperial edict, and he had no intention of turning the tables.
Mourad Tschick's scalp was numb, and the muscles of his whole body were throbbing. His arms spread out, and the red spear in his hand was placed horizontally over his head. His horse stance became more solid, and he resisted the imperial edict from the emperor.
The imperial seal and the spear collided together, and the impact made Mourad Tschick's great spear in his hand lose its stability. The round spear body rotated at high speed in the palm of his hand.
Point of force! Another point of force!
The martial artists who were present with good eyesight were shocked. In this split second, Caesar was not only able to launch a full counterattack, but he was also able to accurately find the stress point of the opponent's spear when he was defending. This was really amazing. Was he really a seven-star martial artist? A seven-star martial artist actually has such eyesight?
Mourad Tschick was also an expert, but his martial senses were still not as good as Caesar. This attack did not completely block the attack of Extermination of the Whole Family. His shoulders were numb, and he retreated.
Caesar's imperial seal smashed down, and it was only half a foot away from Mourad Tschick's head.
At this moment, Mourad Tschick even felt that he could smell the scent of death! But what made countless martial artists unable to understand was his eyes. It was not fear that flashed through, but hesitation! As if he couldn't make up his mind about something important.
In the split second when he was about to be defeated, Mourad Tschick no longer looked at Caesar. Instead, he turned his head to look at Qin Fen below the field.
With just a glance, the hesitation in Mourad Tschick's eyes was suddenly replaced by resolute anger. His hands once again held the spear body, and his waist rotated with the strength of his whole body, pushing the imperial seal that was pressed down by the spear body back!
Puff …
A bright red liquid bloomed on the top of the red spear. Caesar's body swayed, and for the first time since the start of the battle, he retreated. He looked at his right hand that was gushing with blood in surprise. Then he looked at the red spear in Mourad Tschick's hand that was suddenly covered with sharp steel thorns.
Hidden weapon!
Mourad Tschick stared at Caesar coldly. Although using this method in the conference did not violate the rules, it was already somewhat dirty.
If he could, Mourad Tschick didn't want to use it. Although the Family Extermination just now didn't have a backup move, if he abandoned the spear and retreated, the opponent would take advantage of the fact that his arms hadn't recovered to launch another Family Extermination. Then, it might really be dangerous.
Mourad Tschick squinted at Qin Fen below the field and quietly listened to the boos of tens of thousands of people in the audience. The iceberg-like expression on his face didn't change in the slightest.
Hush! Let out your boos to your heart's content! Mourad Tschick turned his gaze back to Caesar, "Are you looking down on me? It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter! No matter what others think of me, I will allow myself to be defeated here. I absolutely can't lose! "
In the huge stadium, only the West Asian recruits had tears in their eyes. Only they knew how heavy a burden Mourad Tschick was carrying! He would rather his own martial artist's glory be damaged, and he was determined to defend the glory of West Asia and defeat Qin Fen in the finals!
Caesar smiled and shook his index finger gently. His attitude was thought-provoking as he said, "No, no, no, I was wrong. I underestimated a martial artist's determination to win. You showed me your determination. That's good, there's nothing wrong with it. Don't carry any psychological pressure, let's continue. "
"Thank you for your explanation, but I want to tell you an unfortunate thing. Perhaps after you hear this, you won't be so magnanimous anymore." Mourad Tschick said with a gloomy face, "That near-death aura just now gave me tremendous pressure. I seemed to have become stronger at this moment. "
"Really?" Caesar's expectant eyes flashed with a little disappointment, "I thought that you had made a breakthrough under the pressure of death and entered the eight-star."
Eight-star? Mourad Tschick's face showed a little bitterness. He shook his head again and again. If he didn't use the hidden weapon in the spear just now and was defeated in a fair and square manner, perhaps with the pressure of the process of defeat, he would have really broken through into the eight-star.
Defeated and entered the eight-star.
Using a hidden weapon to counterattack and stopping outside the eight-star threshold …
Mourad Tschick shook his head again. It was impossible for all the good things in this world to be concentrated on one person. Since he had made his choice, he couldn't regret it.
As soon as his thoughts stopped, he held the end of the spear covered with steel thorns and unfolded his body technique like a warhorse. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a fierce general on the ancient battlefield.
Woo!
The red spear covered with steel thorns once again turned into a sky full of spear shadows, like a dragon rolling up and down hidden in a red cloud. It pressed towards Caesar with an earth-shattering momentum.
At this moment, Mourad Tschick knew that Caesar could no longer attack the stress point of his spear.
At this moment, most of the people in the audience seats showed a disgusted expression. At the same time, they looked at Caesar with sympathy. The hardness and elasticity of the scarlet patterned steel were amazing. Even if Caesar practiced the eight-star Golden Bell Shield, he still couldn't withstand the thrust of this great spear.
Qin Fen shook his head almost at the same time as Bai Sheng in the audience seats. When a spear was no longer a spear, then the spear technique should also be changed! Mourad Tschick was very smart. He indeed changed the spear technique. However, the spear body with countless steel thorns not only brought about defensive power, it also affected the speed a little.
Although this little was nothing in the eyes of many people, it really existed after all.
Caesar stood quietly in the same place. This time, he didn't continue to use the footwork of Under the Heavens Is the King. He just stood there, motionless, looking at the spear that was thrusting towards him.
A pair of bright eyes left countless afterimages of the red spear tip. His whole body was shrouded in the spear shadow, but he still didn't move.
Yang Lie's eyes flashed with surprise at first, followed by a bit of admiration. Caesar really gambled! After Mourad Tschick's advancement, Caesar clearly still had the chance to win, but he stood in the same place without moving. This could only be said that he had greater ambitions.
It was just that Mourad Tschick's spear after his advancement was more difficult to see through than before. Even if he didn't advance, Yang Lie didn't think that what Caesar wanted to do would definitely succeed. Not to mention …
The imperial jade seal!
No one would have thought that the hand that was clenched into a seal would actually smash into the tip of Mourad Tschick's red spear!
The group of girls who had always supported Caesar were so surprised that they didn't even have the chance to scream. They had seen the previous slow-motion footage. Mourad Tschick's spear seemed to be thrusting, but in fact, it was rotating at an extremely high speed! A little carelessness, and it wouldn't hit the bladeless part of the spear head. That was a hundred times more dangerous than the steel thorns.
Mourad Tschick was equally shocked. Did this Caesar go crazy? Even if he can calculate the speed, so what? Doesn't he know that I can change the speed of the spear at any time? No! With his strength, he should know!
The tip of the spear reached Caesar's throat, and the sharp aura of the spear even blew on his skin slightly …
Buzz … Bang … Buzz …
The imperial jade seal fell on the tip of the spear. Mourad Tschick changed the speed of the spear, but it didn't affect Caesar's hand that fell on the bladeless part of the spear tip.
Mourad Tschick felt layers of waves of power that were transmitted to his palm along the spear. Without waiting for him to react, Caesar's second imperial jade seal, third imperial jade seal, fourth imperial jade seal …
They all fell on the bladeless part of the spear tip. A burst of special vibrating power passed through the spear to the palm …
Eight-star! Mourad Tschick looked at the change in Caesar's aura in surprise. Qin Fen's eyes narrowed into slits as he looked at the slightly vibrating spear. The release of true energy was done well.
Eight-star! Among the tens of thousands of spectators, the small group of Caesar's supporters screamed in excitement. Caesar had used the strength of an eight-star. Qin Fen was no longer the only one standing at the peak of the Recruit Tournament.
"You lost."
Caesar had a smug smile on his face. He was holding the spear that he had taken from Mourad Tschick at some point in time. The smell of death was really exciting! The good medicine that had been constantly poured into his body by his family since he was a child, and many things that had not been digested and absorbed were finally absorbed and digested under the stimulation of the nerves of his whole body at this moment.
"You … how did you do it …" Mourad Tschick stared at Caesar in disbelief. That shot was his peak shot …
"Unfortunately." Caesar threw the spear back to Mourad Tschick, "My martial senses are stronger than you can imagine."
Hu …
Caesar exhaled and looked up at Qin Fen on the recruit seat. His eyes showed a hint of gratitude. The threat of death alone was not enough. There also needed to be other pressures, such as the pressure of a target at the peak.
Without Qin Fen, there was only the pressure of death …
Caesar knew that he still could not complete this transformation.
"Old Qin, are you envious?" Xue Tian smiled and his eyes narrowed into a crescent, "This is the biggest advantage that the descendants of the big families have when compared to you, the innate foot! They have never been born and have been nourished since they were in their mother's womb. I heard that Shangguan Chuan Qi is even more exaggerated. His father was selected by Vermillion Bird, and all of this was for him. "
"It doesn't matter." Qin Fen shook his head gently, "Innate does not mean everything. I have more than enough acquired."
Caesar had returned to his seat. People were surprised to find that the finals, which were almost clear, had suddenly become unclear again.
Xue Tian was indeed very strong. He killed Sky Splitter Brooks, one of the top martial artists in America, in two moves, but that was the strength of a seven-star after all!
Caesar had already reached the eight-star level! And looking at his counterattack just now, it seemed that Qin Fen's special attack method of leaving a palm print on the chest of a high-star martial artist with low-level martial strength was no longer a unique patent.
Mourad Tschick returned to the contestant seat with a lonely expression. He stared at the ground blankly. Even if he used such a despicable tactic, he still lost.
Several West Asian recruits gathered around him. Under the reflection of the huge arena, this small group seemed particularly lonely. A desolate aura slowly exuded from them.
"I was wrong …" Mourad Tschick slowly raised his head, his eyes full of remorse, "I shouldn't have used hidden weapons. Maybe if I had persisted for a moment, the winner of this match would have been me …"
People soon discovered that West Asia had been eliminated in advance in the martial arts event of this recruit tournament.
Who would be the next to be eliminated? People stared curiously at Africa and looked at Yang Lie of America. After all, his half had Qin Fen. No one was optimistic that he could defeat Qin Fen and advance to the finals.
"Congratulations." Solomon got up and looked at Caesar, "What are the chances of winning?"
"I'm not sure." Caesar shook his head, "But, I am confident."
"Is that so?" Solomon turned his head and looked at Xing Wuyi on the East Asian recruit seat. A smile hung on the corner of his mouth, "Rumor has it that he was once the king of recruits in East Asia, Du Zhanpeng's best follower. To be able to be Du Zhanpeng's follower, he should have some means, right? I hope he won't let me down. "
"En." Caesar nodded slightly, "I hope he can stimulate the sediment in your body."
"Let's invite the recruit from East Asia, Xing Wuyi …"
"It's my turn." Xing Wuyi got up gracefully and raised his hand to take off the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He carefully placed it on the seat and looked up at Qin Fen, "Help me look after this, this is a gift from Young Master Du."
Many people looked at Xing Wuyi curiously. This man had gone through all the difficulties to enter the top sixteen, but he gave people a feeling of not showing off. It was as if he was not that ostentatious, just like his gentle temperament.
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