Vol 2 Chapter 213: Not a flaw, but a trap

The preliminary day passed quickly.
　　On this day, Richard, Nancy and Raymond fought in multiple battles.
　　 The strengths of Richard and Nancy naturally needless to say-they steadily entered the so-called quarter-finals. And Raymond, although it consumes a lot of exercise at night, but swordsmanship is not too bad. He gritted his teeth, worked hard, and finally reached the quarterfinals, but the ranking was slightly behind compared to Richard and Nancy.
　　In a blink of an eye, the next morning, the quarter finals.
Thousands of spectators shouted and shouted in the glade field in Kailuo City under the sun. But on the VIP seats that were specifically segregated, there were few chatters, especially the king seat in the middle-his master did not appear at all.
　　Richard, Nancy, and Raymond stood at the entrance and exit of the arena, glanced at the seat, and realized that the chance of King Khufu appeared in the morning was not very high, and Macbeth could not do it.
　　 Sure enough, Macbeth appeared at the entrance and exit of the trio, and whispered to the trio: "Khufu did not come, so you guys perform well in the morning and guarantee to enter the semifinals in the afternoon."
　　 "Ah, yes." Li Cha nodded.
　　 "The game started." Macbeth said.
　　The three of Richard immediately looked into the field and saw that the eighth-ranked swordsman in the quarterfinals and the seventh-ranked swordsman had already met on the open field of the court.
　　 For the three Richards, the two of them are obviously strangers. At this time, the three of them looked at the audience. I saw that after the moderator's white handkerchief was dropped, the two guarded each other for a short while. The seventh-ranked swordsman shot first, and then quickly got into a piece.
The person who can enter the quarter-finals is naturally not too weak. Both of them use long swords, which reflect the dazzling light under the sunlight, and the "booming" collision continues, causing the audience in the audience to issue The mountain shouted like a tsunami.
"Kill him!"
　　 "Slain him!"
　　 "Left side! Be careful of the left side!"
　　 "Fool! He is on your right!"
　　 "He is going to shoot again..."
　　 "......"
The two were constantly fighting under the various voices of the audience, and the final result was a bit surprising-the seventh-ranked swordsman who first shot and ranked higher lost, and the battle was at a disadvantage for most of the time, and the lower ranked The eighth swordsman won the victory-but it is within the range of acceptance.
　　After all, not necessarily high rankings represent everything. Maybe the opponent hides his strength and deliberately ranks low to pretend to be a pig and a tiger. You should know that although the youth-level swordsmanship conference is not as good as the adult-level swordsmanship conference, the top three of the conference still have a lot of rewards. In addition to their reputation, there are many gold coins. means.
　　Finally, the seventh-ranked swordsman covered his sword wound on his arm and stayed away from the center of the open space for more than ten meters to prevent being chased by his opponent. Then he raised his hand and waved, expressing the choice of "surrender" to the host.
　　The host of the quarter-finals is no longer the one in the preliminary match of the previous day.
　　 The other party was wearing a black noble costume, with two-handed babbles, and the shiny light of her hair. Standing on the high platform, he glanced at the seventh-ranked swordsman and waved a short white cane in his hand. He simply announced the result: "This game, Uras from Tok City wins! Congratulations!"
　　 The host's voice came out, the eighth swordsman Uras immediately stopped his attacking attitude, and the defeated seventh swordsman also breathed a sigh of relief, and then walked towards the entrance. Behind him, the audience booed for a long time, and admired his opponent.
At the entrance and exit where Richard and his team were located, Macbeth raised his eyebrows and looked at Raymond: "Okay, it's up to you to play. You have also seen what will happen if you fail. Although as long as you have one person Entering the finals, this time the plan is successful, but I still hope that each of you can win as much as possible.
　　 This is not for any reward-don't think about rewarding you-I will kill all the kings of the people, then do you still want to wait for someone to carry the box to send you gold coins?
　　This is mainly for your own consideration. After all, the feeling of being scorned and despised is a bit uncomfortable. Oh, of course, if you have limited ability, don't force it. "
　　 "Yes, Lord Macbeth, I remember." Raymond nodded seriously. Yesterday because of his physical exhaustion, he was very clear in his heart and behaved very poorly, not being favored by Macbeth. But after a night of rest, Raymond felt that he had returned to the peak of his strength today and could win.
　　 Take a deep breath and confidently face Macbeth: "Master Macbeth, I will definitely win."
　　 "That's good, go." Macbeth said.
　　 "Well." Raymond nodded and walked out of the entrance with his long sword. In the opposite direction, another entrance, his opponent dragged a heavy two-handed broad sword upside down.
　　The two of them walked to the middle of the field. The host in a black noble costume made a sound and began to introduce the situation of the two roughly. For example, as the sixth-ranked swordsman holding a broad sword, where does it come from, how famous, how big has he done, and how many famous opponents have he defeated. As for Raymond, it is a similar introduction, but most of it is fake-Macbeth is fictitious.
After some introduction, the host successfully aroused the interest of the audience, and then Shen Sheng announced: "The following game will be officially started. Let me see if it is the Tortoy in Norwich City or Raymond in Pompetz. Awesome?!"
When the words fell, the host raised his hand from the high platform, and threw a handkerchief in his hand to the ground~EbookFREE.me~The handkerchief fell to the ground. Raymond and his opponent Tuo Tie moved immediately, both of them Unobtrusively grab the first mover advantage.
　　 Raymond stabbed with a sword, but he was very sure. In his opinion, his sword is light and fast, and it can definitely attack its opponent first. Then you can force your opponent to go down at his rhythm and let him win.
　　 But after Raymond stabbed out, he saw his opponent Tuotie didn't dodge, but he chopped at him with a heavy broad sword, but he was a little flustered. According to the current situation, when he pierces the opponent's stomach, his head will also be cut off by the other party-this is not cost-effective-piercing the stomach will not necessarily die, but the head will definitely die.
　　 Raymond panicked, his movements hesitated, the long sword didn't puncture completely, the broad sword had reached his eyes.
"what!"
　　 Raymond hurriedly screamed, dodge quickly, and finally somehow evaded this attack. The next moment, his opponent took the initiative to launch a continuous attack.
While Raymond kept dodge, he was thinking in a panic in his heart: "Damn opponent, he actually concealed his strength. In the preliminary match yesterday, the opponent was obviously not so difficult. Today, he is directly suppressed. This No, it will never work like this. He has to win, he has to win."
　　 Raymond thought, after dodgeing for most of the day, he grabbed a flaw exposed by the other party with a bite of his teeth, and stabbed it with a fierce sword. But the sword just stabbed, and Raymond felt a cold in his heart, because he saw his opponent facing him, with a cold smile, with a bit of mockery in his eyes.
This!
　　 Raymond's pupils contract.
　　Damn! This is not a flaw, but a trap! ...