Supreme Emperor of Swords

Chapter 74 A Strange Battle

Chapter 74 A Strange Battle

Of course, the fat man was a special case of the games. In the next competitions, he would definitely have an opponent, which meant that Ren Xiaoyao would have to fight against one of the three strongest players, Li Muyun, Liang Feixue, and Ding Hao.

At this time, the crowd would know whether Ren Xiaoyao was a master or not.

Many people were gnashing their teeth and waiting for the fat man to be defeated in one movement.

You could not blame them since this fat guy’s was having excessive good luck.

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Since the game would be over today, the next round of the game started not long before the end of the semifinals.

The players of the games were posted on the stone tablet next to the first arena.

Liang Feixue VS Ren Xiaoyao!

Li Muyun VS Ding Hao!

The two strong men in the Central Academy of white shirts were respectively confronted with two masters from the Eastern Academy of green shirts and the Northern Academy of yellow shirts.

That had been expected by many people.

The semi-finals officially began after a short break.

The first game was the battle between Liang Feixue and Ren Xiaoyao.

When the two players walked onto the ring, many disciples were shouting. They hoped that the fat man was defeated at once.

In the eyes of many disciples, this fat man was not handsome at all. He did not have a good temperament. He was just like a fat pig. Why could he enter the semi-finals only after fighting a single battle? He deserved to be beaten!

The game began with the resentment toward the fat boy. The crowd shouted, “Defeat the fatty!”

Then soon, such a shout screeched to a halt.

When the disciples around the ring saw the dexterity and speed of Ren Xiaoyao, which was not commensurate with his fat body. He continuously avoided Liang Feixue’s slaying sword. They could not help but gasp.

“My God! Is he a monkey?”

Everyone was amazed at the flexibility of the fat boy.

When they saw the fat man avoided Liang Feixue’s powerful sword movement, which had blown off Lyu Kuang, the first man of the Southern Academy of purple shirts, with his flexible footsteps, they understood that they had looked down on him before.

It turned out that this guy was a man who kept a low profile. With his excellent body technique alone, he was able to reach the top seven at least.

Liang Feixue suffered a serious injury in the battle with Li Lan, but apparently, he had completely recovered and the injury had not affected his combat effectiveness. He could exert 100% strength.

An ordinary long sword, in the hand of Liang Feixue, burst into a terrible power, stirring in the ring, whistling like the wind.

The surrounding disciples only felt a horrible and sharp wind, and they could hardly open their eyes.

Like a giant panda, the fat guy jumped up and down between the sword light, like a small leaf on the surface of the stormy sea. It almost sank into the cold sea water many times, but every time it managed to narrowly escape from its fate.

It was very hilarious that Ren Xiaoyao screamed while avoiding, like a frightened fat hen fleeing in panic. However, every time, he had escaped.

He resisted with his sword only when he could not avoid the attack.

His every collision produced clashes of metals on the platform.

The fat man’s flesh shook with the sound of each attack.

He looked embarrassed, but the long sword in his hand could always withstand the power of Liang Feixue. He lasted for quite a while.

In a blink of an eye, this contest had lasted for two hours.

At this moment, those disciples who used to scream and shout “defeat the fatty”, zipped their mouths. They feared that the fat man would remember them and do something to them in the future. Whether the fat man won or not, he had shown his powerful strength, which was stronger than theirs.

Even some people suddenly felt that the fat guy was a little cute.

Liang Feixue also did not think that this fat man was so slick. For a while, he simply could not do anything with the fatty man like a tiger that wanted to swallow the sky.

On the platform, the fat man in a yellow shirt was like a meatball. He shouted and screamed for help while running in the sword light. It seemed to be dangerous, but in fact, every time he had escaped from danger.

His accomplishments in his body technique even surpassed Chen Qidong, the sixth leader of the Honorable Alliance of Seven, who had a scholar temperament and was famous for his body move speed.

The disciples of the Northern Academy of yellow shirts were both surprised and happy.

When the beautiful young man, Lin Xin, was defeated by the first swordsman of the Eastern Academy of green shirts, they were very disappointed and everyone thought that things could not get worse. They had considered Ren Xiaoyao a joke in semifinals. However, unexpectedly, this fat man, who was not handsome or famous, had such amazing strength.

In the blink of an eye, another two hours had passed.

There was some sweat on Liang Feixue’s forehead.

This continuous high-intensity combat had consumed a lot of his Qi.

The fat man was even more awkward. He was screaming. His face was pale. He seemed to be extremely fearful but still carried on the battle.

He sweated and drenched his yellow gown, which clung to his body, revealing his fat body, and even his red underpants. Some disciples under the ring were whistling.

This battle now was a war of attrition!

In the blink of an eye, another two hours had passed.

The fat man still jumped up and down like an anxious monkey, but he was still in the ring.

This fatty had more tenacity than Lin Xin, the beautiful young man, who was known for his toughness. Although he looked embarrassed, he could persist in Liang Feixue’s sword light for such a long time, which had proved his powerful strength.

Liang Feixue was also sweating.

After all, during the battle with Li Lan before, he had suffered a serious injury and that had consumed a lot of his strength. On the other hand, the fat man became the top four without any fight, and he had preserved all his strength. If the situation continued, the victory must be the fat man’s.

Under the arena, some clear-minded people had already had an inkling of this battle.

“Is this fat man really going to enter the finals?”

Many people found it hard to accept the fact.

Ding Hao was also very surprised. This fat man was really a miracle. His style was calling for help while fighting. It seemed that the more afraid he was, the more power the fatty man could utilize to avoid danger.

The balance of victory was gradually leaning toward the fat man.

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