Arknights is too real, right?

Noticing the sudden southerly wind, Javr put down his tea cup.

"who are you?"

Nanfeng took off his sunglasses, and the golden hair on his head didn't look like a good person.

"I'm just an ordinary spectator. I just saw your performance on the stage, tsk tsk, how can I put it, is the level of swordsmanship competitions so low now?"

Hearing Nanfeng's words, Javr's disciples immediately became furious.

"What are you talking about? You deserve a beating, right?"

Yefur waved his hand to signal his apprentice not to cause trouble, and then looked at Nanfeng with a sullen face.

"If you are here to cause trouble, I advise you to give up. I have a game in a while and I don't have time to talk to you."

Nanfeng threw his sunglasses on the table.

"I'm not looking for trouble, I just don't agree with you. I don't think you deserve the title of swordsman master at all."

"What do you want?"

"Compete with me. As long as you can beat me, I will obey you."

Javl seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Hey, young man, what does it have to do with me whether you accept or not? I won't get any benefits from beating you. I have a competition later, and I don't have time to waste energy with you."

Nanfeng snorted softly.

"Huh, if you're scared, just say it, Master of the Return of the Sword, bah, I'll take a loudspeaker and go around the venue in a while to publicize that the majestic Master Yevl won't even dare to challenge an ordinary audience."

Javr frowned angrily.

"I said I don't have time. Normally, I can take up the challenge at any time."

Nanfeng rolled up his sleeves.

"It's okay. I won't waste your time. One minute is enough."

"What can one minute compare to?"

"Let's compete in the simplest way. Since we are martial arts practitioners, wrist strength must be a basic skill. Come on, let's compete in an arm wrestling competition."

Javl slapped the table.

"good."

After that, he also rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thick wrists and calloused palms.

The arm wrestling between masters is different from that of street gangsters. It focuses on internal strength and a breath of free energy. It is like a long psychological game.

Yefur naturally did not underestimate anyone who dared to challenge him. With good luck, he was ready to use seven points of his strength to test what level Nanfeng was.

But he never expected that this temptation would be gone.

Nanfeng didn't care. After holding Yefur's hand, he puffed up his cheeks and roared, using all his strength to suck.

"Gaba!"

There was a crisp sound of bones breaking, and Yevel's expression twisted directly, and he let out a scream.

"ah!"

Nanfeng immediately let go of his hand, but Yefur was already holding his wrist in pain and was speechless.

His disciples immediately gathered around nervously.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Nan Feng quietly took a few steps back, rubbed his sore arm caused by too much exertion, and quickly ran away.

As Javl left the rest area where he was, he was stopped by guards from the Royal Knights.

"General spectators are not allowed to enter the players' rest area. How did you sneak in?"

Nanfeng apologized profusely.

"I'm sorry, I went to the wrong place just now. I am part of someone else's family and friends group, and my friend is in another area."

10 minutes later.

Nanfeng ran back in a hurry.

Seeing Nan Feng return, Xia Feng immediately asked.

"How's it going? Are you done? It will be my turn to play later."

Nanfeng took a sip of the drink first, then rubbed his arms and said.

"Don't worry, it's all done. I broke that old guy's wrist with a snap."

After Nanfeng came back, he explained everything clearly.

Xia Feng nodded with satisfaction.

"Not bad, enough damage."

Nan Feng rubbed his arms and said.

"What's the harm? Dude, I did it based on my true ability. I should say it or not, but that old guy is so strong. My own arm almost broke."

Xia Feng knew that Nanfeng was from the orthodox royal family of Victoria and had inherited the "power" from the bloodline of the previous king. To be called a powerful person by him, Master Yefur really had a lot of tricks up his sleeve.

Nan Feng sat down next to Xia Feng.

"This may be the last time I help you. This time I sneaked into someone else's rest area. Now the guards remember me, you have to rely on yourself next time."

"no problem."

Xia Feng knew that this time it could only be regarded as good luck, but not everyone was as good-looking as Yefur.

Nanfeng didn't use any underhanded tricks, he broke Master Yefur's wrist in an honest and fair manner, and Yefur himself knew this very well.

Of course, he was embarrassed to say it out loud, and he agreed to it after a fight. Wouldn't it be embarrassing to say it out loud?

The third game starts immediately.

In the ring, Yevel had one hand behind his back and only used his left hand to hold the sword to pretend to be calm.

Xia Feng asked pretendingly.

"Hey, Master, I just saw that you are not left-handed, are you? Are you deliberately giving way to me?"

"Stop talking nonsense. I can beat you, a layman like you, with just one hand."

Master Javl said it with full confidence, but it turned out that one hand was not enough. Of course, during the game, he himself found that one hand was not enough, but there was nothing he could do.

Xia Feng only knows one move, but this move moves like falling leaves in the autumn wind, and is as fast as heavy rain and lightning.

Yefur was obviously not used to using a sword with his left hand, and the excruciating pain in his wrist greatly reduced his overall strength. When the two swords clashed, Xia Feng dodged and forced himself to his right side.

"puff!"

The Shenyue Sword brought out a trace of blood.

Yefur gritted his teeth and fought back, but Xia Feng continued to dodge to the right like a loach.

"Pfft!" Pfft! "puff!"

After a few rounds, Javr was covered with bruises. Although it was not fatal, the victory or defeat was already obvious.

In desperation, a voice of reluctance came from his mouth.

"I admit defeat."

Javr is one of the strongest championship candidates in Xia Feng's group. After getting rid of him, the next game became relatively simple. Xia Feng passed five levels and defeated six generals, and finally broke into the top 16 in the morning. .

afternoon.

The players that Xia Feng paid attention to were all perfectly separated. He used all his overt and secret tricks, and miraculously made it into the quarterfinals amidst the cheers of Guigui and Ansel.

However, he was not unscathed. In the afternoon, he also met a folk master. Although he won in the end, a deep bone-visible wound was cut on his left arm.

After the game was over, Xia Feng sat on a chair, gritted his teeth, and wrapped gauze tightly around his injured left arm.

Du Wei watched with fear.

"Xia Feng, don't you need stitches?"

"Need not."

"Now that it's like this, stop competing. Don't lose your life then."

Xia Feng's forehead was sweating due to pain, but he still managed an indifferent smile.

"It's okay, just a minor injury."

Now he can no longer make a single mistake. The quarter-finals have been decided. Tomorrow is the semi-finals, and his error tolerance rate is getting lower and lower.

At dusk, the names of the top eight players were officially announced.

Tai Lin, Skadi, Peter, Xia Feng, Xiao Yunye, Erzhu, Dong Burian, Hela.

That's right, Franka and Sanwa were both eliminated, and Grani disappeared at some stage.

Sanwa lost to Skadi. Although they fought for a while, they were eventually knocked off the field by a sword.

Franka, on the other hand, lost to Dong Zian and was slightly injured.

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