Chapter 118: . Dark Horse (on

It was another sunny day on Thursday morning. The competition venue was still crowded with people, and everyone's faces were a bit more eager than yesterday.
Today is the individual group qualifier. Compared with the multiplayer event that pursues teamwork, fighting alone can show the true strength of a mercenary. The battle between two people is simple and rude, and there is no obstacle in the way. Naturally, they feel more comfortable when watching. Dripping.
What's more, today the king of the arena called "J God" will also enter the competition. It is no exaggeration to say that half of the people present are directed at this legendary mercenary. There are rumors that he has never been defeated and that no one can stop his giant sword blow. Some even vowed to say that even the 100-meter-high giant city gate was split by him with a single sword. Although it was repaired in many ways, Until now, there is still a Z-shaped trace!
Among people, only gossip is the most unimpeded. This "J God" never explains, and it is even more magical to pass from people to cloud. It hooks the curiosity of countless people, all with wide eyes waiting to see how he is. "A sword smashes the city gate."
At the side of the ring on the east side of the infield circled by the fence, Gloria had people propped up a long awning early, moved a few wooden tables, put down chairs made of old trees and rattan, and brought herself Friends and family of sipping cold drinks, while chatting and waiting for the game to officially start.
It stands to reason that only the contestants can stay in this infield. It is really unruly for her to do so, but today Eamon will be on the stage for the game. As a "gold broker" and "backstage funder", how can Leah not be close Cheer for each other! ?
She has always been not a self-sacrificing temperament, no matter what the rules are, she should just watch the game in the field. Who in this rock city dared to refute her face, but just a few tables and chairs, left and right can't get in the way, so although these more than ten people occupy a corner, all the red-robed referees are also watching their noses and hearts. , Only if not seen.
Under the awning were all the people who attended the cocktail party that day, only the red-haired broad Sharonni was missing, but Yunxuan and the desert young Kukuwala with the white cloth covered head were more. Eamon had already stood on the front ring, still wearing a tight leather suit, standing facing the sun, holding a big sword without saying a word.
It didn't take long for three cannons to be heard from the city gate, which signaled the official start of the trials. Gloria jumped off the wicker chair first, ran to the protective fence happily, raised her hand to cover the sunlight in front of her forehead, stared at the opposite side of the ring, and only waited for the opponent who was determined by the draw to arrive. However, she accompanied the big man in the hot sun for a long time, her hands were sore, and there was still no one on the other side.
"What the hell! What about people?" She couldn't stand her temper, frowning and shouting at the referee next to her.
The man in the red robe couldn't figure out what happened to the other party, but he didn't even dare to leave his job without permission. He just raised his arm and looked at the timing watch silently. In a short while, a string of wind chimes rang out from the watch case. He took advantage of the situation and raised his hand to announce loudly that the opponent had exceeded the time limit and would not waive.
"Cut, coward! It's boring..." The girl waited for a long time. She was full of resentment in the sun, but she couldn't vent her. She could only stomped and walked back into the shed. She just sat down and drank a few cold drinks, murmured and complained, raised her head and glanced at the challenger on the ring. She quickly put the cup aside and walked towards it with wide-eyed eyes.
The visitor looked very thin, about thirty or forty years old, wearing a light leather helmet with windshield, wearing a brown camouflage leather armor with an ugly green hug, and did not see where the weapon is, guess no What kind of power it is.
As soon as the man came on stage, it seemed a bit awkward to rub his hands. It didn't seem to be a challenge at all. He just stood in the middle of the ring slowly, grabbed his hat by his hair, and carefully asked Eamon: "My Lord, that …Hey, it’s a shame to say…My little son is your supporter. He heard that I signed up for the competition, so he clamored for me to fight you all day long. Hey…I’m a little bit stupid. Which is your opponent, but you think we are on the same stage anyway, you...can you sign that kid? Really, I'm so sorry!" He said, he put his smile in his hand The helmet was handed forward, anxiously waiting for the answer from the other party.
Both the upper and lower stage of the ring were stunned by the man's almost nonsensical behavior. They didn't know how to react. The round stage was strange and silent for a while.
The Great Swordsman still held his sword and didn't speak, his sharp eyes swept across the sweaty face of the father and the leather helmet that had been patched up, and he slammed his sword abruptly. The sharp and decisive tip of the blade with almost invisible red light will pass on the leather helmet without any damage to the armor, but it also leaves a clear "J" like a seal. Heng Yigou didn't hesitate at all, vigorous and murderous.
The middle-aged man saw that he swung his sword at each other without warning, and his heart almost stopped in fright. But before he could call for help in the future, Eamon had put away the big sword, squinted and stood in the bright light without shaking, as if he hadn't moved at all.
The challenger consciously took his life back, and didn't dare to talk more to annoy the evil star, and retracted the helmet with his legs trembling, and seeing that it was actually signed with the name of God J, he was overjoyed and his fear was completely eliminated. He hurriedly bowed forward and repeatedly thanked him, wiped his sweat, dragged his weakened nerves, and staggered off the ring.
Everyone at the scene stared blankly at the figure disappearing at the exit of the venue. After a few seconds of silence, it suddenly felt like cold water was poured into a pan, and it suddenly turned tormented. Those players who were originally here to play soy sauce, or consciously hopeless to advance, are all rushing to the side of this ring, rushing to get on the stage and let the idol "sign", oh no, they are rushing to challenge. The order in the audience was out of control for a while, and the female alchemist who had no time to react was quickly snatched back into the awning by Rhea's handicapped eyes. She hid behind a wall blocked by several powerful men, staring dumbly at the almost crazy crowd in front of her.
In the blink of an eye, the ring turned into a swarm of hordes, and even small-scale fights began to occur, but the great swordsman on the stage remained motionless, despite the quarrel and curse rippling over his ears, even his eyelashes did not tremble.
With the sound of several police sirens, the Rock Guards in black and red uniforms finally entered the venue to suppress order. After several leading troublemakers were disqualified and expelled from the venue, everyone quickly calmed down and arranged a long line according to the instructions of the guards. Teams, one by one on stage to accept the "signature".
Leah stared blankly at the mercenaries who walked up to the stage nervously. After the big swordsman signed the name blankly, she ran off happily, suddenly feeling that she was watching this farce against the big sun today. It's really inexplicable...
When she thought about it this way, the strength in her chest suddenly relaxed, and she had no desire to watch the game again. She leaned back in the wicker chair listlessly, took a few more sips of iced juice, and then turned her head to sweep, only to find that the priest in white clothes was still sitting on the chair with his apprentice, smoking a cigarette and looking thoughtfully. distance. She followed Yunxuan's gaze and saw a big man standing on the ring not far away. A pair of grey fists were almost thicker than her waist, like two big rock connected to her arms. Kind of funny.
Who is that...Does the big money master know him? Leah had a few thoughts in her mind, then grabbed the drink cup and stepped forward, leaning closer to observe. Anyway, there is nothing left and right, the big gold master's vision is quite unique, maybe that person is a hidden master! Thinking like this, she focused her attention on the ring again and again, and saw a dark figure in the heavy armor of an ancient knight, taller than the "big boxer" (the girl gave him the nickname privately).
The knight's whole body is wrapped in heavy black armor, and he can't even see his eyes. The top of his head is soaring with horns. He is holding a two-meter-long spear with superb golden light on the tip of the spear. Powerful.
At this moment, the battle on the stage saw that the "big boxer" should have fallen. Those two rock-like fists swept through the vertical, seemingly unstoppable, but they would always be easily dodged by the knight. And that long-gun smartly pierced the opponents everywhere and was weak and weak, but it made the "big boxing man" only embarrassed to defend, and was scarred.
Leah was attracted by the dangerous battle between the two, and couldn't help but walked a few steps forward, but was grabbed by the abruptly drilled arm beside her. When she turned her head subconsciously, she saw her good friend Ria staring at her sternly, with warnings in her eyes.
She glanced at the crowded crowd in front of her suddenly, and couldn't help but smirked at her recklessness, rubbing the tip of her nose, and then rolling her eyes, she suddenly had an idea again, and she whispered in the ear of the lord, "Sister Riya, here. I can’t see clearly at all! Can you take me to a high place to see? Okay..."
The female lord was originally a stern posture of catching the naughty ghost, but she was softened by her remarks, she could only give her a non-threatening look and waved her arm. The blue light overlapped and shone, and the two were lifted up from the ground by the blue icicles condensed by supernatural power, and stopped to the side of the ring in a blink of an eye, more than double the height.
The battle in the audience was almost over. The heavy-armored knight was crushing his opponent out of breath, and suddenly felt the light of the ice-blue shining, and his men suddenly stagnated. "Big Boxer" caught the opportunity and rolled back quickly, finally out of danger temporarily.
The giant boxing man was covered with messy blood at the moment, mixed with salty sweat, and the wound was numb and painful. It was really miserable. Seeing that the knight on the opposite side reloaded the long-gun again, he looked calm and relaxed, and he didn't take himself seriously at all. He was really angry with sparks in his eyes. He clenched his huge iron fist and slammed into it a few times, his whole body flashed with gray light, and then turned around, turning like a spinning top. The gray gleaming human body whirlpools faster and faster, scratching cracks on the hard stone slab, and rushing towards the black armored knight wrapped in a strong wind.
The whistling sound rang around the ring, and the knight saw that the opponent had performed a trick, but he didn't panic at all. He stood silently and waited for the whirlwind to come over, leaped around and moved around, leading his opponent to circulate a few times, and then he found out the frequency of the fist rotation. The light from the long-gun spit out and turned into a golden rainbow. Into the whirlwind.
Hearing a loud roar, the gray whirlwind disintegrated in an instant, revealing a figure in the center still shaking. The rough face of the "big boxing man" was full of bulging blue veins, the pain was so that even the teeth broke out, a pair of giant hands transformed from divine power had also cracked countless gaps, and the gray light disappeared in a blink of an eye, revealing The body.
The victory or defeat is at once. The "big boxer" has lost his combat power, but the heavy-armored knight is still reluctant. He waved his long-gun vigorously without knowing which mechanism was pressed. The tip of the gun snapped forward, revealing a disk with the width of his palm underneath. Cutting knife. The knight leaped to his feet, and the golden light on the cutting knife trembled like lightning, cutting straight to the enemy's neck.
Gloria looked fascinated on the ice platform, unexpectedly meeting this moment of life and death, she was so shocked that she clenched her fist and shouted: "No murder!"
I don’t know if it was the girl’s cry that reminded the knight of the ban on the competition. The cross-cutting blade suddenly stopped. He wanted to withdraw but couldn’t hold his hand at all. The muscles and bones of the elbow were cut off, and the blood was sprinkled all over the place.
The "big boxing man" was dizzy and unable to respond at this time, and in a trance, he felt a sharp pain from a scorching knife hitting his forehead from his hand, causing his eyes to become red. He gritted his teeth and grunted, and barely turned his head. Before he could see what was happening, his eyes went dark and he fell to the ground dizzy.
There was a splash of blood, and just a few uproars came from the side of the ring, and there was a flash of white light in the awning. Yun Xuan wrapped the little doctor and blinked and stood on the ring, dangling his pipe and slanting at the black-armored knight, looking in his eyes. There is no joy and anger, and it is still light.
Yuno only came to watch the battle today and did not bring his medical kit. Seeing that the blood was flowing from the injured elbow, he immediately tore off a cloth band from the edge of his cloak and slapped it to the aorta of his shoulder, first stopping it. blood. The wound of this severed hand is not more than an ordinary incision. If it is directly applied with healing power, it will not be slow, but I am afraid that after the broken wound is healed, it will become disabled.
The little doctor has never really done a treatment similar to a severed hand. He dared not hold it big, and sat down on his knees with a frown, carefully holding up the half of his arm, the white light in his eyes was direct, and he was immersed in various complicated meridian diagrams. Show in.
Yun Xuan and the black armored knight faced each other but had nothing. They waited until the other party silently collected the long-gun and returned to a quiet state, then took off the pipe and let out a few circles of white smoke. He still didn't speak, and compared his hands to the red-robed referee under the ring, and asked him to call someone for help, then his eyes fell on the big man who was in a coma.
He still remembered having a relationship with this reckless man-Bulld in the "Fire Lord" tavern. He had a good impression of that straightforward temperament, but after all, he only stayed in the category of strangers. So even though he could have saved people, he still didn't make a move. He waited until now to clean up the mess, just for the word "cause and effect". There is a cause, there must be an effect. These two words conceal the world’s most important truths, the most mysterious. For the "old man" who has lived like this for thousands of years and still does not know how long he will continue to live, it is absolutely not a must Will be contaminated.
It's a heroic seedling, but his strength is a little bit worse... He remembered the scene of this man blocking his injustice in the tavern, and a few sighs flashed in his heart. Turning his head, he saw Yuno holding his broken arm and never saying anything. He couldn't help it. Asked lightly: "How is it, are you sure?"
The little doctor could not hear his question at all, and there was nothing in his eyes except the broken mouth. After sitting silently for a while, he suddenly reached into his arms, took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses frame and put it on the bridge of his nose. As soon as the glasses were put on, Yunuo's eyes suddenly showed a few sharp lights, and he pressed his mouth tightly and turned his head, his face was as if he was facing an enemy, but he was not timid, full of calm and confident look.
He slightly lifted the upper limbs of the unconscious man on his thighs, slowly moved the broken arm forward, about one centimeter apart, and compared the corresponding meridian ports, and finally nodded, the white light burst between his eyes, almost Spread out into a mask to cover the face.
I saw that his left hand was holding the broken limb like a cast of iron, but his right hand turned into a smart butterfly, lighting up countless crystals of white light, like a spider silk lotus thread between the broken arms, one by one, repairing one by one. The meridians on the wound that are hard to distinguish with the naked eye.
There were still a few chattering around the ring, but after he grabbed the broken arm and started trying to connect, the huge venue was silent. Eamon also stopped the engraving of his signature, and looked over with his giant sword tilted his head. Even the distant players temporarily stopped the game, holding their breath to watch the white light that was still dazzling and unconcealable even in the hot sun.
The white light was suddenly strong and weak, long and short, and the rhythmic sound of the little doctor's fingers was almost like an unusually complicated piece of music, but no one could taste the exquisiteness of it. About two minutes later, only a soft drink was heard from Yuno, and the white light between his palms formed a ball, directly covering the entire mouth. After a few breaths of light, the mass of light dissipated instantly, leaving an intact and strong arm.
As soon as the arm was unfolded in the golden sunlight, the mountains around the venue suddenly cheered and applauded. Everyone was amazed by the magical healing technique. However, Yunuo could not hear these cheers for a long time. Although the treatment in just a few minutes didn't consume much of his supernatural power, he was really demanding of the mental load. At this moment, he only felt that his whole body was soft, and his ears were all buzzing. Although the white light in his eyes was still there, it was the end of the force. After a tremor, he carried his consciousness into the darkness.
The little Physician's body shook slightly as he was about to fall back, a slender arm firmly supported him. Yun Xuan saw that Yuno finally successfully completed the treatment of his severed arm, suddenly something indescribable, filled his heart with a touch of comfort. He squatted down and gently supported the young man, and then looked at his spectacles face, unexpectedly stunned.
He widened his eyes inadvertently, staring at the familiar and unfamiliar face, his eyes flashed a lot, and after a long while he muttered two words: "Ian?"