National Juggernaut

Chapter 583 Doom
It was another sunny day.

When the youth walked slowly into one side of the arena, there were some cheers and cheers from the stands.

At his age and status, being able to get to this point is already considered rare, and he naturally began to accumulate some supporters, although most of them were old fans who watched him play the rookie game three years ago.

"It's enough to play wonderfully!"

"Come on, Zheng Li, you are the best!"

"Go to the Sword God Competition before the age of 30, can you do it?"

"Zheng Li, the future is yours!"

The catchphrases and slogans of those people felt inexplicably superficial, as if Zheng Li had already lost this battle.

"It's too much, you don't even expect me to win"

Zheng Li clicked his tongue and was speechless, then retreated helplessly and stepped into the forest, trying to buy more time for preparation.

In fact, not to mention the audience, Zheng Li himself felt that the chances of winning were really slim. He couldn't give a specific winning rate. The strength of the opponent was beyond his estimation.

He has recently researched a new way of thinking, even if he can observe a 10% chance of winning, some will fight. If he can't "observe" the kind that can't give an answer, it means that the difference in the total amount of psionic energy between the two sides is too great.

Now, this is the case.

On the other side of the arena, a tall middle-aged man was slowly walking over.

With only one defeat, he can already announce his qualification in advance, but his record is related to the distribution of opponents in the second round, and it is even more related to his reputation as a 'white robed man', so it is impossible for him to let go.

Unlike other contestants, he didn't wear thick armor, and was still just a white robe.

Like other sword masters, he tried his best to hide the spirit blade he was carrying before the battle. In the first nine games, the three-foot long sword in his hand had never returned to the blade.

There was dew on the light green peaks, and there was still mud under his boots. This time, he still walked slowly with his sword.

A single sword in white, a swordsman who is so standard that he can no longer be a standard swordsman.

He doesn't hide anything and doesn't play tricks, not because he looks down on his opponent, but because he thinks this person can deal with any situation with one sword. He has the confidence to blow his opponent head-on!
"You can win by doing yourself well? It's really overflowing self-confidence. The most terrible thing is that this arrogant self-confidence is still real."

What makes Zheng Li uncomfortable is that even the opponent's lower limit may exceed his own upper limit. The strategy of "as long as you do your best to win" is very suitable for the strong.

Zheng Li retreated all the way, and kept laying traps. He didn't expect to overshadow his opponent, but just hoped that he could delay a little longer and measure the opponent's basic attributes by the way.

"The footsteps are fast, the trap is easily crossed, and the observation skills are also very good. I kicked the rockfall trap away. Another iron barrel number with average development? No, it may be the high attribute in my 'common sense', but the opponent's The short board is low."

"White Robe Li" Li Xin, the quasi-myth of "a certain person's god and general". His activities are mainly in the outreach of the remote world, and he rarely returns to Shiqian City. He became famous at least 50 years ago, and Zheng Li couldn't collect it at all. specific intelligence.

The only thing that can be determined is that he is very strong, very strong. The myths and achievements created by the lives of foreign races and beasts are the most convincing.

"It's a bit unlucky to meet such an opponent in the last match."

Zheng Li was also very helpless, he had already lost twice, and if he lost another game, he would be out of the game.

The information that can be collected now is the opponent's first nine games. He watched those videos and felt like an adult beating a child. He just walked over steadily, cornered the opponent, and easily chopped the opponent.

This is a strong player who has reached at least the third round, a real contender for the title of Sword God, and it is probably not the same thing as Zheng Li who is playing tickets.

The only one to lose?That is actually the same thing as Zheng Li's loss. When he met a peak myth, a top combat power, he lost quite simply.

In the other nine games, he won too easily, because he had better skills, faster speed, and stronger strength than his opponent. Zheng Li suspected that his hole cards were all prepared for the next few rounds.

The only thing Zheng Li can be thankful for is that fate did not go too far and arranged a small arena for himself, but a familiar woodland battlefield. This is actually the result of most of the people being eliminated.

At this point, a large number of high-quality duel arenas have been vacated, and the organizers also hope that the final round will be more exciting, and generally all arrangements are large venues.

At this time, Zheng Li stepped on a branch of a big tree and cast his gaze not far away.

"Try it first."

Picking up the man-made spirit weapon big bow on his back, Zheng Li drew it to full strength and shot at the sky quickly.

The arrows were like thunder, and quickly disappeared from sight. Zheng Li did not wait for the result, and continued to go deep into the forest.

And the sword god in white robe continued to walk forward slowly, as if he didn't feel that the three arrows suddenly fell, and he was about to fall to the top of his head, and he didn't even lift his head.

It was still the same rhythm and pace, but there was a slight pause.
At that step, he missed an arrow that was close at hand.

Pulling out the sheath, an arrow flew into the wood next to it, emitting lightning.

As soon as he grabbed it, he held the last arrow in his hand, and he directly ignored the discharge phenomenon of the shattered magnetic crystal.

At the same time, Zheng Li also paused for a moment. He already knew what happened just now, and his attack had no effect at all.

Continue to widen the distance and use Fengmingliu's long-range bombardment tactics?

It can't be done, Zheng Li in the single-blade state simply doesn't have enough spiritual energy and spirit weapons, and without multiple spirit weapon bows and "ammunition", Zheng Li can't organize his one-person artillery positions.

Zheng Li didn't think it would be worthwhile to fight a war of attrition. The difference in total psionic power between the two sides was too large, even if Zheng Li exchanged three for one, he was not sure that he would be able to persist until the end.

This is the reason why he didn't use long-range bombardment tactics before, at least the current Zheng Li couldn't use Feng Mingliu in the Sword God Competition.

But he was not in a hurry. After all, Sister Yinzi said when she taught the skills that she could use any tactics as long as she could win.

She developed the Fengming style by herself only because it is "the best tactic under normal circumstances", and people cannot be restricted to death by fighting methods (martial arts).

Perhaps it was this kind of suddenness that made several disciples of Fengmingliu walk out of their own paths.

"Winning is a good strategy"

Zheng Li shuttled through the forest, and the opponent had very little intelligence, and needed more long-distance and traps to test out more hole cards.

With the opponent's strong melee combat ability shown in the first nine games alone, Zheng Li didn't think it was the right choice to approach now, and he might prolong the time, forcing him to expose more flaws and shortcomings with harassment warfare and long-range sniping.

But Li Xin is also a veteran who has experienced many battles. He is not fast and he already has a way to deal with it.

"Got you."

Suddenly, the middle-aged man appeared in front of Zheng Li.

Before he knew it, he had already blocked Zheng Li's way forward.

(End of this chapter)