The young man's performance once again caused an uproar in the audience. Many people cheered loudly, and some bold female spectators even sent flirtatious glances and flying kisses. The scene was extremely lively.
In the VIP seats, the black-clothed man pointed at the young man and said with a face full of disbelief, "Why didn't I think he was this stupid? This skill is a trump card that can turn defeat into victory at a critical moment, and this guy used it so early. Is he that confident? "
The beautiful woman also found it difficult to understand the young man's actions. She shook her head and said, "I don't know either, but some people are like this. They look smart in small matters, but when it comes to big matters, they become muddle-headed. Is this young man also such a person?"
The black-clothed man smiled bitterly, "Who knows, but we should find out soon. The battle is about to begin."
The youth nicknamed Black Raven gently put down the hand that was covering the crow's eyes, revealing only a sliver of his eyes as he looked at the young man opposite him. He frowned and whispered to himself, "What an annoying light. I hate light the most. I really want to kill him, but the higher-ups only want me to break his legs. Then let's end this quickly."
After he finished speaking, Hei Wu shook his shoulder, and the crow flapped its wings and flew into the air, letting out a series of coarse and hoarse cries. After that, Hei Wu's legs didn't move at all, but his entire body soared into the air like a weightless black smoke, attacking the young man. His speed was so fast that people couldn't see him clearly.
The young man was shocked by Black Raven's speed. The sharp sword in his hand instinctively drew a semicircle in front of him, and this action saved him from instant defeat. With a loud bang, the young man suddenly retreated, and the sword in his hand trembled visibly.
Black Raven stood where the young man had been standing, holding a strangely curved iron rod in each hand, which looked like a sickle and a cane.
Looking at the young man who had retreated three or four meters, Black Raven smiled and said, "Not bad, you can still hold a sword. Then you'll have to suffer a little more."
As soon as Black Raven finished speaking, he jumped up again, and in an instant, he was right above the young man's head. The iron rods in his hands were like two black bolts of lightning as they fiercely chopped down.
The young man was shocked. Ignoring the trembling hand holding the sword, his other hand grabbed the sword hilt and blocked above his head.
Bang! Another crisp sound of metal clashing rang out. This time, the young man was even forced to kneel down by the jet-black iron rod. Such a heavy and shockingly fast attack was something he had never seen before in his life. He was almost stunned by it.
However, the young man was a person who had received formal gladiator training, and he was quite talented. Seizing the opportunity when Hei Wu could not continue to exert force in the air, he shouted and swung his sword. Finally, Hei Wu was deflected away.
Hei Wu somersaulted in the air and landed back on the ground. With a twist of his wrists, he drew a circle in the air with his two iron rods and held them tightly in his hands.
Seizing this short opportunity, the young man took two steps forward as he roared in a low voice that only he and Hei Wu could hear, "Are you crazy? Do you know who I am? Didn't your superior tell you to lose? You want to lose to me, you idiot!"
Hei Wu was slightly stunned when he heard what the young man said. A shy smile appeared on his face, and he nodded slightly, indicating that he understood what the young man said.
Only then did the young man feel a little more at ease. His palms continued to gently bend and stretch. When the numbness and weakness disappeared, he let out a loud roar. He fiercely waved the long sword in his hand three times. Three sharp crescent-shaped golden lights rushed towards Hei Wu. The sharp metal dou qi plowed three deep marks on the ground.
Hei Wu seemed to have lost the speed he was so proud of in an instant. He rolled to the side clumsily and narrowly dodged the golden light. Then, he held the iron rod with both hands and attacked the young man. His movements were clumsy and jerky.
The young man secretly cursed his opponent's clumsy acting skills. At this time, he had just recovered from the shock, and he could not care too much about it. The long sword in his hand drew a perfect circle in the air, and a circular golden ring appeared out of thin air. As he swung his sword again, the golden ring whizzed toward Hei Wu in a subtle arc.
This move could be considered the young man's unique skill. He had once broken the record of breaking four hard wooden poles in a row. If it hit a person, it could definitely cut the person in half.
Because of the difficult situation at the beginning of the fight, his heart was already filled with killing intent. If he could kill the young man in front of him, he would not hesitate.
But just as the golden ring was about to hit Hei Wu, and the young man's eyes showed a trace of cruelty, Hei Wu smiled. His smile was full of ridicule and disdain. The young man could even see Hei Wu's lips move slightly as he said two words.
"Idiot."
In the next moment, the golden ring finally hit Hei Wu. It passed through his body at an extremely fast speed. Immediately, a burst of terrified screams erupted from the audience. But then, the audience strangely discovered that not a single drop of blood spurted out. And Hei Wu, who was cut by the golden ring, slowly turned into an afterimage and disappeared.
The young man's heart instantly fell to the bottom. In his horrified eyes, Hei Wu suddenly appeared in front of him. That shy smile was like the evil grin of a demon in the young man's eyes. Then, a sharp pain came from his left leg. His leg bone was broken.
After his left leg was broken, the young man lost his balance. He threw down his sword and hugged his leg on the ground as he screamed in pain. He could no longer care about maintaining his noble demeanor.
At the same time, a figure slowly walked towards the VIP seats where the black-clothed man and the others were. He coughed lightly, and before they could turn around, the figure spoke with malice. "Long time no see. How was it? This fight was very exciting, wasn't it? I've specially prepared this for you. "
As soon as the familiar voice sounded, the beautiful woman's face turned ugly. The two of them stared at the brown-haired young man who appeared in front of them with a serious expression. Just as they were about to speak, the young man waved his hand and stopped them.
"Don't be in a hurry to greet me. Watch the fight. Hahahaha, your friend only has one leg broken now. He still has another. Don't worry, we will have time to catch up. Hahahaha!"
With a wild laugh, the young man turned and left, leaving behind the beautiful woman with a serious expression and the confused black-clothed man.
When the young man walked far away, the black-clothed man curiously asked in a low voice, "Is that person your friend? How interesting. He actually wanted to break the young man's legs. Although the method is a bit cruel, it can be considered as helping us vent our anger. Is he from this arena? "
"That's not it, but the people below will definitely lose their legs." The beautiful woman said in a meaningful tone.
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