I Became an Anonymous Boss

Just because of a mask, the audience has already competed with high iron ducks.

"Both sides are ready!" The host exited the field, and the referee raised his right arm and waved heavily: "The game begins!"

The sound fell.

Yu Gongying looked at the opponent, the saint of Jacob, born with supernatural powers, the weapon he used was a huge cross, which gave people the feeling of a hurricane, rootless and invisible, but ferocious and vast, scraping his face like a knife , Just fierce and mad.

She looked at herself again, she only had a tough wooden knife in her hand, and Budu Yuhun was left behind by her. She didn't want to leave a way for herself to retreat, and she didn't want to pick up the magic that would disappear at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

Pulling out the wooden sword, she was covered with moonlight-white zhenqi, as if she was holding a piece of moonlight.

She murmured in a low voice, as if reciting a spell for herself, covering all the emotions in her eyes under the silver light.

"Tianmo 様に Victory を Holding げる!"

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"She can't win." Gu Qingyi said: "If she doesn't use a real knife, she can't win."

"But with a real knife, it doesn't count as her winning." Cui Minghuan looked down: "Her self-esteem will not allow it."

"Did you lose the game because of your pride?"

"Not necessarily." Cui Minghuan shook his head: "I think she can win."

"why?"

"Because she is wearing this mask, she will not allow herself to lose." Cui Minghuan said.

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"Sister Ying learned swordsmanship since she was a child. The Amemiya style originated very early and belonged to the branch of the Yagyu clan. When it was the most noble, the Yagyu Xinyin style even became the swordsmanship studied by the Emperor's family, that is, the imperial swordsmanship... The Amemiya style is also good Whether it is Xinyinliu or Xinyinliu, swordsmanship pays attention to inheritance, while Yingzhou pays attention to tradition, the way Yingjie was taught since childhood is different from mine, she is actually an old-fashioned and stubborn character."

"In the past, samurai learned swordsmanship in order to be loyal to their masters, to serve their masters, to die for their masters, and to eat their salaries are all honors, but in modern times, this kind of thinking has gradually faded away, and swordsmanship exists only for itself. , gradually became an uncontrollable murder weapon, and finally backfired on itself."

"So Ying sister has always had a habit in order to restrain herself, and that is to find a shackle for herself."

"When I was in Yingzhou in the past, she often protected my safety. After knowing that I was haunted by evil spirits, she immediately accepted Budu Yuhun's proposal because she thought she had found the meaning of using a sword. "

"But she is not from the Jingu, nor is she from the Gaotianyuan clan. She is different from the Yata Yara and Qinglong Teng Snake."

"She doesn't regard me as the master, she just regards me as the reason for her to swing the sword, to protect my safety."

"This is just a temporary reason. I am already safe, and she has no reason to swing the sword."

"It's okay if it continues like this. As long as Sister Ying continues to hold Budu Yuhun, she can stay as Jian Yulei."

"But now, Sister Ying has let go of Budu Yuhun. The wooden knife she holds proves that she is resisting Jian Yulei's identity and power. What she wants to keep is the purest self."

"What Sister Ying really wants is not a 'reason' or an 'excuse', but something else. She must have realized this contradiction herself, so she must make a separation from her past self to recognize what she needs. What is it?"

"Actually, it's not as complicated as I thought. I know what she wants..."

"Sister Ying, what she needs is an object of service, a master who can drive her to swing a sword, a master who can make her burn her life and soul."

"She is not a wanderer like Cui Minghuan, but a traditional warrior with strong self-esteem and the concept of honor and disgrace. She dedicates her life and soul to the Lord. For a warrior, this is the supreme romance and glory."

Rei Hanyu knows Amamiya Ying best, so her analysis is also very clear, explaining the essence of Amamiya Ying in the eloquence.

"It is precisely because she is proud to the core and has extremely high self-esteem that she is unwilling to accept Jian Yulei's position, nor is she willing to be your subordinate." Duan Mujin continued: "Because in her opinion, even if you are already The god is still Rei Hanyu."

"This is just one point, the more important point is...someone convinced her one step earlier, that is a better choice than me." Rei Hanyu was not dissatisfied, but said proudly: "A good bird chooses a tree to live in. It's only natural for Sister Ying to look down on me, because how can I, a desolate god, compare to him?"

Duan Mujin was stunned: "Tsk, he must have done something superfluous."

Hanyu smiled reassuringly: "After all, he is a senior, so he can still seize the opportunity that should be seized."

"Aren't you worried?"

"That's for the future, but now I just want to cheer for sister Ying." Rei Hanyu said.

"She will win." Duan Mujin said.

"Senior sister is so confident?"

"As you said, she has been subdued, and this ideological stamp has been imprinted. With her character, she must be a foolish and loyal person." Duan Mujin looked at the bloody warrior in the center of the ring: "The emperor humiliated the subject and died... guess what?" Does she dare to risk her life to the death for the Heavenly Demon's fame?"

"I guess so." Rei Hanyu asked back: "Sister, do you think Tianma will smash this ring for sister Ying?"

"Do you still need to guess? Of course."

Chapter 670 Two Changes of the Moon

Race three.

After more than 10 minutes of fierce fighting, it still failed to decide the winner.

The title is Jacob, and the opponent wearing the mask of the saint is very strong.

From the perspective of physical fitness, he is undoubtedly ahead of Amamiya Ying in all aspects. If he is facing other players, he should have won.

But this time he didn't win cleanly, instead he was dragged into the opponent's rhythm.

The saint's ability is an attack-type ability, and when it is activated, it is like a storm being involved. This is not to control the air flow, but a simple use of energy.

Because he didn't know the principle or how to exercise, the enhancement of this ability itself could only grow with time, which was a kind of slow transformation brought about by the recovery of spiritual energy, so Jacob was not good at protracted warfare.

The style of play he is best at is to unfold his supernatural powers and carry out crushing berserk combos, defeating his opponents within a few minutes.

The arena is one-on-one, the space is not big, and the ability to control the wind is more suitable for this open place.

The opponents he encountered were either impossible to entangle with him for a few minutes, or he couldn't hurt the opponent for several minutes in a row.

So he never considered fighting a protracted war.

Jacob stepped on the ground with his right foot, and when he stepped forward, he looked like a heavy chariot. Holding a cross in his hand, he swung out a tornado hurricane from the air. One of the arenas, covering the view.

In this level of gusts, people are unstable and will be easily swept out.

But Yu Gongying insisted on rushing out of the tornado, the wooden knife was soaked in silver moonlight, as if a gap had been cut in the storm, she strode approaching, the wooden knife pointed at Jacob's fragile throat.

The saint held the cross upside down, swept it out, and unleashed a second tornado.

Two tornadoes sealed Yu Gongying back and forth, and the backlog formed by the strong wind was like two rotating knife arrays, with black hair dancing wildly, and a little gravel and surrounding objects were involved, turning into rapid blades. There were fine wounds on his arms and body.

Blood had already splashed on the silver cross.

Jacob thought he had the chance to win, but suddenly he felt a sharp pain, as if he had been hit in the chest by a heavy object.

The wooden knife pierced through the storm, pierced straight into the center of his chest, embedded in his chest muscles, and there was a click sound from the sternum.

The explosive energy caused him to retreat violently, and hit the guardrail of the ring directly. With a bang, he fell to the ground and even dropped the cross.

The two sustained tornadoes dissipated, revealing the figure of the woman in the center.

Yu Gongying maintained a forward posture, with the wooden knife pointing forward, one of her knees fell down with difficulty, panting in a low voice.

"What's going on, why all of a sudden!" The commentators in the commentary booth exclaimed: "Quick replay, quick replay, director, hurry up!"

After ten seconds, the playback comes back.

Although the camera was shaken and blurred, everyone could clearly see that Yu Gongying's tooth protrusion did not hit Jacob, and before the wooden knife touched Jacob, he had already been knocked into the air, and he was not pretending.

'It's sword energy, it must be sword energy! '

'I don't think so, the sword energy should explode'

The commentators don't understand, and neither do the audience.

But the saint understood. He clutched his chest and said in a low voice, "You can distort the light..."

"To be precise, it is the refraction of light..." Yu Gongying raised the wooden knife horizontally. The Sword Code is a complete set of classics. It is a unique skill in both swordsmanship and kung fu. There has been a slight attribute change.

This trace of attribute change is attached to the wooden knife to form the sword energy of the moon. Although it is not a complete sword energy of the moon, it has the characteristics of 'transformation', one of which is fluorescence, or in other words, attracts and gathers light.

She tried to control the density of zhenqi, and through subtle changes, the light produced a 'refraction' effect, just like chopsticks being put into water and breaking, it was just a simple physical phenomenon.

"I didn't expect you to hide this trick." Jacob said in a low voice, "It's amazing..."

"Is it powerful? This is just the most superficial application, and I am still far from being able to exert its full power, because my understanding, my realm, and my strength are not enough." Yu Gongying half-cast her eyes, and said to herself Said softly: "Even such a superficial comprehension, I suddenly realized it just now, it is really a treasure... In the end, I am still not worthy..."

The saint couldn't hear her talking to herself clearly, but felt an even more dangerous aura.

Yu Gongying held the wooden knife horizontally, and her true energy was attached to the wooden knife. In the eyes of everyone, the wooden knife in her hand began to twist and change, from a straight line to a curve, from a curve to an arc, from an arc to a break, In the end, even the length of the wooden sword itself began to change, so that the wooden sword itself completely disappeared between her hands, disappearing like a shadow with her swing.

This scene shocked the jaws of countless people.

'Wind King enchantment!Fuck! '

'I see, she is not using a wooden knife, but a curry stick! '

'Even the light can be controlled! '

The audience fell silent for a moment.

The splendor of this scene is far beyond their imagination, and this may be what everyone wants to see. Warriors with supernatural powers are fighting in the arena. Of course, martial arts movies with fists and feet are good, but aren't superhero movies better? what!

Yu Gongying whispered: "There are still 3 minutes."

She stepped forward suddenly, holding the sword and charging forward again.

Jacob smashed the cross into the ground, and the wind blew up: "You shall not pass!"

Three huge tornado storms leaned forward, but Yu Gongying's figure was only seen in a trance, and she was caught in the strong wind, but she seemed not to be restrained by anything, and she was still sprinting forward, like a projection without quality.

Jacob's pupils shrank for a while—it was an illusion!

She just deliberately applied power to the wooden knife to create changes, so that my attention was focused on the wooden knife.

But the wooden knife is just a cover, she has already used the power on herself, creating a false appearance to confuse the public!

So, where is the body!Where did the offset go!

The afterimage suddenly dissipated in the strong wind. In the big arena, there were only the howling wind and the frightened saints, and there was no shadow of Ying Gongying at all.

"What about people?"

Many had their butts off their seats and necks craning.

Jacob looked left and right, and suddenly his right eyelid twitched wildly, and a drop of blood fell on his shoulder. He realized something, and raised his head to look up into the sky.

In the empty midair, light and shadow overlapped, and a layer of hazy veil faded away. The tragic, bloodied woman held up her weapon, and the invisible and colorless wooden knife was soaked in the moonlight, like a sharp blade out of its sheath. What she pulled out was a A peerless famous sword.

Yu Gongying jumped up with the help of the wind tornado, and launched a fierce attack from a height of more than ten meters, condescending, cutting and ascending to the gods.

Amameryu·Luoyan!