Noble Husband At the Door



At this time, in the ring, with the sound of the ceremonial official's gong, the two strong men suddenly attacked each other.

The killing intent of the two men burst out. The saber and the spear were fierce. When the saber and the spear met, the fire burst out in all directions.

"As expected of the Demonic Spear Emissary. Although the Saber King's attack was extremely fierce, it was actually neutralized one by one." Someone commented.

"There has been such a saying since ancient times. As the saying goes, one inch longer and one inch stronger. The power of the spear naturally has its own reason. In less than ten moves, Saber King will be defeated." Another person echoed.

Samuel did not speak, but just stared at the situation on the spot.

Although the man using the spear did have the advantage in weapons, it was not enough for him to maintain the absolute advantage in a fight. The reason why he could do this was because of his steady footwork.

The spear shot out like a dragon, and the foot was like stepping on the Eight Diagrams.

Saber King would definitely lose within three moves, let alone 10 moves.

Those who rushed forward in advance would usually be not powerful enough. But from the perspective of the two guys at present, this should be a place where there were hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

Even if they were not very powerful, they were not bad.

Almost at the same time when Samuel was thinking, the winner had been decided as the spear tip went straight to the throat of the knife holder. Almost at the same time, the ceremonial official beside them also took out a stick of incense as thick as a thumb and lit it, slowly bringing it up. According to the rules, if there was no one else to challenge after the incense had been burned out, the spear user would naturally be the new king of the arena.

However, with such a rule and such a large number of people, how could they be so relaxed?

Before the defeated man could step off the stage, another strong man rushed onto the stage with a giant axe in his hand.

However, it was similar to the last round. With his spear technique and footwork, the spearman directly knocked the guy holding the axe out of the ring in just a few rounds. In a crowd of exclamations, the spearman won again. Even Zhu Yanshuo, who was watching in the stands, and Zhu Yan'er, who was beside the ring, couldn't help nodding repeatedly.

Samuel smiled gently, and at this time, he inadvertently swept his eyes over a white-faced scholar standing beside him.

The man held a folding fan in his hand and looked at the scene leisurely on the stage. His eyes were full of pride and arrogance, and he looked confident.

Sure enough, in the next second, the scholar moved his feet and flew straight over.

"Hehe, Ghost Masker is on the stage. There's going to be a good show."

The people around nodded

repeatedly and said, "Who says no? This Ghost Masker looks gentle, and even can be said to have no strength to bind a chicken, but in fact he is a cruel and merciless person."

"The so-called Ghost Masker is said to have a human face, but his face is as scary as a ghost's."

A group of people talked with assurance, as if they were very confident in this person.

Sure enough, not long after the scholar stepped onto the stage, the spearman was directly sent flying. At the same time, the incense of the scholar was ignited in the arena.

As the ceremonial official announced the victory, there was no longer the noise in the ring. Many people looked at each other.

Obviously, Ghost Masker was a powerful guy. Many people didn't dare to go up rashly.

Samuel smiled gently. While the

group of people were all stunned, he could finally find some gaps in the crowded crowd. Then, through these gaps, Samuel s crossed all the way and slowly walked to the arena.

"Is there no one left?"

On the viewing platform, Ghost Masker calmly put away his fan and looked around at the crowd below.

He was very happy. At least there were some people gathered at this time, but no one dared to come to the stage for the time being, which at least showed that he had enough prestige.

As a famous guy in Gai Luo City, his

confidence was naturally not

because he was inflated, but because he had his own unique skills, especially the folding fan in hand. Although it looked ordinary, it was actually full of killing moves in his hand.

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He had been in Jianghu for many years, but the number of people who could take ten moves from this fan was small.

Not to mention that Ghost Masker also had his best internal force and evil skills.

He didn't dare to say that the position of the ring was easy to get, but Ghost Masker believed that he was definitely the strongest competitor.

"One-third of the incense has been ignited. Who else wants to challenge?" The ceremonial official urged softly.

"Let me give it a try." A voice suddenly responded...