Chapter 129: .The Battle of Champions (Part 2)

The red sun is slanting, it was the cold time when the night was falling, but there was still a crowd inside and outside the Rock City Arena, and the atmosphere was as hot as a hot pan.
The golden energy shot from the chest of the gun warrior destroyed the protective pillar in a blink of an eye. It was even so powerful that it could not even resist the "J God" who had already become a master, and it caused a heated discussion among the crowd.
Everyone is speculating about how the energy ray was formed and why it is so terrible. There are different opinions. In comparison, Rhea and his party, as the "family and friends" of the parties involved, seemed much silent.
"Go and pick up Leah." As soon as the female lord saw the protective cover on the ring disappeared, she immediately patted Analei on the shoulder and asked him to take the girl away from the infield that was no longer safe. The team leader didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly led the giant bear Panda to the stone staircase aisle to pick up people, and the remaining few continued to look at the table in a daze.
Yuno stared at the collapsed protective pillar on the edge of the ring. In the broken limestone, some crystallized layers produced after extremely high temperature burning could be seen, reflecting a little fluorescence in the sunset. This made him feel familiar. Something flashed in his mind, but he didn't catch it for a while. When he had to think about it again, he felt a needle-like tingling on his forehead, and he couldn't help taking a breath.
"What's the matter?" Rhea glanced back at him in an instant. The young man had been in a state of delusion the day before, and she had paid extra attention to him in the past two days, and she was still worried.
"It's nothing..." The little doctor felt embarrassed when she received her concerned eyes. He lifted up his wrist as a cover and wiped the non-existent sweat. He thought about it for a few seconds before cautiously saying the reason, "I seem to have seen... I have passed this kind of energy beam, but I forgot where I saw it..."
"Have you seen?" The female lord raised her eyebrows and was a little surprised, just about to ask again, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Gloria on the back of the giant bear at the corner of the stone ladder.
"How are they playing!" As soon as the girl walked out of the dark aisle, she hurriedly leaped off the bear's back and ran over, grabbing on the stone railing, staring round her eyes and sweeping down, as if it took just over ten seconds. Intermittently, there will be sudden changes in the ring. Fortunately, the two of them were still facing each other silently on the stage, and there was no sign of eagerness to tell the winner.
"Damn black iron cow! What an annoying!" She saw the scorched black scar on Eamon's arm. Although she knew it was not the skin and flesh, she couldn't help being angry, frowning, gritting her teeth, and muttering in her mouth. I don’t know any wicked guy who designed such a despicable armor. No wonder he didn’t dare to leave a mark... Hmph, wait and see, this lady must find you!"
Rhea was not surprised by the power of the golden ray when she heard her talk. Just about to ask about the reason, Leah suddenly turned her head back, squinting her eyes as if she was out of the way, just looking at the cat with dried fish in her mouth. The boy yelled: "Looky cat! I know how to eat all day long, come and watch the game obediently for me!"
Kony was lazily leaning on the stone chair to enjoy the afternoon meal, but he did not expect to be scolded for no reason. She was shocked and shivered all over, and she didn't dare to swallow the food full of mouth. He just got a suit of armor from someone else. How dare he retort, he moved to the railing with trembling pointed cat ears, pretending to look at the ring, his eyes straight to the cloth bag with dried fish in Gray Eagle's hand From time to time, I bulged my cheeks and chewed secretly. As long as I didn't look carefully, no one would find it.
The girl scolded him for no reason, and the resentment in her heart also vented a lot. When she looked at her partners silently looking at herself, she felt a little embarrassed. But anyway, he scolded him, and the cat would never hold a grudge. It's a big deal. Give him more food at night...
She pretended that nothing happened, turned her head to look at the ring, and saw Eamon rushing towards her opponent with a flaming power, immediately holding her breath, holding onto the railing, and staring at the red light. Throw this cautious thought out of the cloud.
After a standoff for a few minutes, the two finalists, who seemed evenly matched, finally collided again.
The Great Swordsman is no longer as calm as it was before the war, his eyes are full of murderousness, his mouth is sneered proudly, his momentum is as fierce as a hurricane tornado. Before the others approached, they swung their big swords again and again, and threw three arc-shaped light cuts from the blade, slashing at the opponent from different directions. Two of the red lights seemed to have their own aiming, and they hit the spinning golden disk without any deviation, and the other was the energy core of the gun warrior's chest, seeming to want to destroy the weapon that the opponent relies on in one fell swoop.
Maitel's reaction was also extremely quick, slightly bending down and leaning down, with a golden light on the tip of the gun, and he looked at the opportunity and swept lightly against the incoming red light blade. The golden gun seemed to have been calculated countless times, and it happened to have cleaned up the arc from beginning to end, without missing the slightest. He swept away the opponent's attack, and there was another bright light in the core of his chest, and the golden beam of light with the thickness of the wrist rushed out again and went straight to the chest of the swordsman.
The other party tried the same trick again, but Eamon was well prepared. He had been urged by the violent aura long ago into a surging blood and fighting spirit, and he was about to try the power of this beam of light. But seeing the golden light flashing on the iron gray armor, he immediately stopped, condensing all the divine power on the blade, holding the hilt in both hands, lifting and falling, as if chopping wood, lifting weight and slashing forward.
The terrifying light was on at this moment as he had calculated. The beam of light was too fast to see clearly, but was stopped by the ruby-like light on the blade in the middle. The two powerful forces with different attributes should have exploded into a considerable divine collision, but the golden and red light seemed to come from the same source, except for a few soft waves, there was no obvious divine power confrontation field. The strong light ray only stayed on the red light for half a second, and was strangely divided into left and right halves by the sword blade, and rushed straight to the side audience stage without stopping.
Sudden changes made everyone unable to prepare. Fortunately, the aiming position of this beam of light is low, and coupled with the big sword from top to bottom, it can pass under the infield fence without hurting any spectators. Only a smooth hole is punched under the stands on both sides. That's it.
Even so, such a thrilling encounter was enough to cause an uproar in the hearts of the spectators. That is a super energy ray that even "J God" can't resist. Although there are many extraordinary cultivators in the audience, there are also mortals and ordinary mercenaries. It would be nice to be touched by that ray, but just in case, it shoots straight into the vitality of the human forehead and chest! ?
There was a panic around the stands. Few people dared to sit on their chairs. Even the Rhea had to be guarded in a circle, but the two in the arena were ignorant of the commotion they inadvertently caused.
The golden beam of light lasted for two seconds and then abruptly interrupted, but the red light attached to the horse-slashing sword was still shining like a gem, not half of its decline.
But so...Eamon condensed all strength to split the opponent's unique move, not to mention the slightest chance, and continued to slash forward with a flick of his wrist. Maitel immediately lit the golden gun and wanted to swing the sword from the side, but he couldn't fight the strange power of the Great Swordsman, and it was enough to separate the epee by a line. With the sparks that collided, the giant sword slashed straight at the armored arms holding the gun, and he could only emit beams of light again to attack and defend.
But how can this simple trick hit Eamon? With his far beyond ordinary prediction, he easily escaped the deadly beam of light that could only be shot in a straight line.
The Great Swordsman no longer put the energy beam in his eyes at all, but his dodge caused the spectators in the audience to suffer. The unobstructed ray rushed straight to the opposite stand, even though it might not hit anyone, but the threat of the imminent disaster still suppressed the crowd just wanting to flee in panic.
However, in the blink of an eye, before the golden light arrived, the nearby cultivators, under the agitation of death pressure, involuntarily used their own housekeeping skills, trying to intercept the beam of light. Countless messy colored divine light clusters emerged in an instant, flying straight to the beam regardless of recklessness, blocking its path firmly.
I thought that the power of all people was enough to offset the energy of the beam of light. Unexpectedly, their divine power and "J God" were not the same attribute, and they were messy and disorganized. How could they be comparable to the terrifying concentrated rays. The golden beam of light pierced all the welcomers one by one like a ruin. This mess of light exploded in an instant, causing various shock waves of divine power and colliding with each other like bumping balls. After several times of noise, the whole area was actually nearby. The stands were ruined into gravel ruins, and many people were injured, shouting and wailing.
"I'll go over and take a look!" The waves of divine power that exploded on the opposite side looked at Yuno, who was on the other side, frightened. He subconsciously wanted to run forward to check the injured, but Rhea suddenly grabbed his arm .
"Latis!" The female lord could not help but shoved Gloria, who was still holding the railing and refused to let it go, behind the ice giant, clutching Yuno's arm tightly with her left hand, and leaning out the railing with her right hand, she lifted her supernatural power to create a smooth The incomparable ice blue mirror surface protects all the partners under the mirror shield.
Latis's huge body was behind her, holding the axe handle with both hands, the bright blue divine power surged all over, and he was clearly prepared to deal with it.
"Don't block me!" Leah was unwilling to be obscured, and she squeezed onto the back of the giant bear again, and through the crystal clear ice wall, she continued to focus nervously on the situation on the ring.
The two figures, one gold and one red, are still entangled. The spear warrior's most threatening trick has been seen by the opponent. It seems that the skills are poor, but while maintaining the defensive position, it continuously emits a beam of energy.
On the other hand, Eamon played more like a reckless novice. Seeing the golden light came, he could easily avoid it, but he wanted to swipe his sword hard to resist. His leather suit was burned to pieces by the overflowing heat energy, and he didn't care about it, as if he was rushed by blood. The bewildered fighter.
The radio tower kept coming from Jesse’s danger warnings and requests for rescue to the audience, but Rhea still stared carefully at the golden energy pillars shooting indiscriminately, watching them rush through the infield, causing widespread chaos. Then penetrate the outer round wall of the arena and disappear into the sky. He waited until a beam of light hit his own ice wall, but was instantly reflected to the ground, he breathed a sigh of relief, and began to carefully guide everyone to the exploded area.
Emmon didn't notice the commotion in the stands. His current state can be said to be an unprecedented excitement, like a hungry traveler who has been lost in the desert for a long time, greedily enjoying the pleasure that erupts from his chest, like drinking a spring.
Although the opponent in front of him is not very powerful, and he has not even ranked in the top ten in the battles he has encountered over the years, the golden divine power with unknown attributes can actually block his all-encompassing red light. He was ecstatic about it.
He has never been able to release his power so heartily once, and in front of the big red sword attached to it, even if it is as hard as a black stone, it cannot withstand a blow. However, this samurai wearing luxurious armor, whose martial skills seem to be trivial, can dissolve his sharp fangs and even make a counter-attack... it's really enjoyable!
The blood in his eyes became more agitated, and the giant sword was swung faster and faster, making the gun warrior almost powerless to fight, and could only dodge awkwardly. However, deep in his writhing heart, there was gradually a trace of regret that could not be desired.
From the battle up to now, he has been able to assert with great certainty that his opponent is just a low-level repairer who uses power armor to maintain energy. This also means that when the energy of the armor is exhausted, the only beam of light that can deter him will disappear, and everything after that will be no suspense.
It is really rare for an opponent who can let him make the most of his moves... He suddenly felt a deep reluctance, this feeling, just like the violent aura in his body that continued to turn with the divine power pulse, it only felt extremely strange to him. But he did not reject these fresh and abnormal feelings, because every new force active from the accelerated blood flow, from the gradual rapid breathing, from the crazy trembling of the muscles of the whole body, fascinated him.
He was still swinging his sword non-stop, colliding with the energy beam from the opponent intermittently, as if he wanted to take advantage of this opportunity and leave as much time as possible to memorize.
However, as the sun gradually dimmed, his opponents became more and more impatient: not only there were a few obvious deviations of the center of gravity in the pace, but even in the long-stab swings, they showed the same as in the preliminaries. Resolutely leaving room--it seems that everything proves that the energy that power armor can use is indeed not much...
The reluctance in his heart expanded further, and the violent breath in his chest gradually shrank. In order to retain these inexplicable impulses as much as possible, he simply thrust his big sword into the stage, and easily tore off the fluttering and trembling torn leather jacket of his upper body, and tossed it everywhere, with a bright red light in his pupils, and greeted him with his bare hands. Samurai with a gun.
The golden long-spear in Maitel's hand is still dancing like a dragon, and even with the rotating circular saw, it seems that as long as it touches the body, it can tear a large amount of wounds.
However, even with bare hands, this superficial move can't stop Amon at all. He just waited for the golden light thorn to come forward, twisting his toes and easily flashing the band saw gun head, his right hand condensed the red light and hammered it on the barrel to smash it away, and his left hand swung out two of light, blocking the pair in the air. The obtrusive golden plate, another light leap without thinking, avoiding the strong light ray that followed, the front of the gun warrior finally opened wide.
He was about to carry the falling momentum, bursting into red light and destroying the heavy protective armor of his opponent. Unexpectedly, Maitel responded in an instant, abandoning the spear and giving a strong kick, and greeted him with an iron fist. In an instant, countless cracks appeared on the surface of his armor, with golden light in the cracks, and he did not know what killer move was hidden.
Seeing that he had abandoned his weapon, Eamon seemed to have an afterthought. He was not surprised and rejoiced. He couldn't help but chuckled. He closed his right fist slightly, and aimed at the iron glove without worry. The golden and red fists gathered in the air. After the almost silent divine collision, the crisp golden iron sound finally rang with the wind.
How could Maitel withstand the brute force of Eamon holding a big sword like nothing, and being pressed against the ring by the red light fist. The heavy steel body slammed into the hard black stone, and it was swallowed by the golden light shining from the gap in the armor as soon as it blew a small spark. The gun warrior obviously wants to condense the energy of his whole body to perform the final blow, and two iron tongs stretched out from the front of his arm more instantly, one left and the right clasped the opponent's right fist, preventing him from escaping from the attack range.
The whitened energy core on the breastplate watched the golden light gather again and was about to come straight to his chest, but Eamon was greatly disappointed. He thought that the other party had built up for a long time, and there would be some new tricks, but he didn't expect it to be this trick... He was already very familiar with the process of launching the energy beam, and he did not hesitate for a moment. Using the opponent's iron fist as the fulcrum, he easily twisted his waist. Avoided the front of the armor.
Unexpectedly, the energy ray of the full blow did not rush towards him, but shot out strangely and diagonally, aiming at the disc that had stagnated in the air behind him for some time. The light turned on the golden light shield of the disc, and turned back at the angle that had already been calculated, unbiasedly shooting towards Emmon's tightly clasped right hand.
The speed of the golden light turning direction was so fast that there was no way to react, and it burned to the inside of the arm that was exposed by the great swordsman after turning around. It was the instinct of Amon God that had a premonition of the crisis earlier. Under this unavoidable situation, he just moved his arm muscles a little bit, and the divine power gathered in his right hand has not dissipated, and it is somewhat offset. Part of the energy. But the remaining strong rays of light were still too powerful, and drilled a muscle on the side of his arm like a red hob, leaving a scorched arc-shaped gap.
The pain in the heart failed to attract too much attention from Emmon, because after the beam of light passed straight through his arm, it hit the other disc that was already in the air. The beam of light folded through a narrow angle, moved up abruptly, and rushed to the chest of the swordsman again.
It's just that the same method can make Eamon suffer again. Although he had time to look back and find out in the future, as soon as he felt the pain of burning fire on his wrist, he instantly guessed the method the other party could use.
This golden divine power can actually turn, it's interesting...At the critical moment, he still did not forget to praise his opponent's elusive and strange power, but his men were merciless. With the force of the tumbling force, he ignoring the wound on his arm and violently lifted the gun warrior weighing several hundred kilograms into the air with his arms and legs just in front of him.
The double-refracted beam of light unbiasedly hit its owner's shoulder joint. Although it has been weakened many times, the golden light still has enough power to shoot directly into the black stone ground after passing through the power armor, leaving a deep hole the thickness of the arm.
The gun warrior made a full blow, but after tossing twice, it finally fell on him. His shoulders were also burnt with a large pitch black hole by the hot energy, but even though he could not help shaking with pain, he didn't let out a groan. However, the power armor suffered serious damage after all, and the energy arc flashed along the circular gap, and accompanied by several slight explosions, the energy core in front of his chest was finally darkened.
Because Eamon used too much force during the crisis, the two of them did not stop their castration, and both rolled a few times on the ground. When he got up, he realized that his opponent had already dispersed Jin Guang and fell into a coma because of the double blow of energy loss and severe injuries.
It's pretty good... He recalled the opponent's performance in this victory and defeat, and couldn't help but nod in praise for him, but suddenly realized that just after the memorable fist confrontation, the violent energy in his body was also Disappeared completely. At this moment, in addition to the tranquility that was clear as water, there was only a hint of unclear and unclear feeling in his heart, a sense of sorrow.
Is it a pity? Without the agitation of the external aura, he was a little unsure of his own feeling, but the only certainty was that if he could retain the breath that made him feel so fresh, it would be OK... his cold heart was even I couldn't make a sigh. I could only slowly pull the opponent who had been strong enough to the last to the edge of the ring, and then glanced at the red referee who was cautiously hiding in the blind corner.
The heavy horn sounded, and the chaos of the championship finally came to an end. Although there was a mess in the stands, cheers and applause still came from all corners without hesitation, paying tribute to the veritable king of the arena.
However, these voices could no longer get into Emmon's ears. He stood quietly next to his unconscious opponent, the Slashing Horse Sword was inserted in the ground not far away, but he didn't want to put it away, and there was no expression on his indifferent face. He just stood blankly, looking towards the sky, wishing to fall. Setting sun.
The heavy mechanical roller sound evokes Eamon from his cranky thoughts. He casually glanced to his side, and four rock soldiers in red and black military uniforms were driving a caterpillar ambulance into the ring, and wanted to take the seriously injured player to the treatment.
He silently watched with cold eyes, watching several people work together to help the gun warrior on the special trailer behind the car, and then drove down the ring with the rumbling roar. It was as if his ears had been opened, and he heard it from the audience. Yes, there was a delay of a little time but it added a warm applause.
Countless bright red streamers fell from the sky, mixed with shattered sequins that flashed colorful light, which was the final ceremony marking the end of the conference.
He looked at the ribbon flying in the air, and suddenly remembered that there was still a wound on his arm that had not been examined. He was about to look down at it. He heard Gloria's excitement and trembling shouts from afar: "Great Tall! This way! Here we are!"
He turned his head habitually and looked back. The girl was standing on the railing next to the rubble, no matter whether it was in danger or not, she gestured to him happily. The female lord stood behind her with a group of partners, and kept waving at him. Although there are still many injured people who were slowly transported away behind them, most of them have some smiles on their faces. The pride that comes from being close is enough to offset the sigh left by the previous explosion.
Eamon didn't respond, just looked at the group of people solemnly. They should be regarded as companions, at least in terms of his relationship with Leah, but he didn't know how to respond to those kind smiles. Without the violent aura, he didn't seem to be interested in putting on an expression that made him very confused, and he didn't even want to think about it.
The setting sun shone long afterimages through the wall holes on the side of the arena. He can only stay in the dark shadows that are still being continuously elongated, as if he is a part of the wall, and even the shadows stretch and change exactly the same.
The girl danced over the railing for a long time, and she couldn't help but whispered when she saw that Eamon hadn't come back. She usually just shouts, no matter what, the big guy will always respond in various ways, even if she doesn't say anything, at least people have to come over? Even if people can't come, at least...well, it seems like I haven't encountered this situation before!
Could it be that... the big man was injured too badly? Although she didn't believe that the invincible Eamon would be easily seriously injured, but when she thought of the horrible beam of light that caused the chaos just now, she inevitably raised concerns, and quickly summoned Kony as a big cat, grabbed his neck and jumped down the fence.
Facing the setting sun, the figure of the girl getting closer and closer, finally made Eamon turn out of the clay sculpture state. He subconsciously didn't want Leah to see his strange emotions at the moment, turned around and took a few big steps, picked up the big sword and looked back again, the girl had jumped off the cat's back and stood on the pitted stone surface of the ring.
"Big man! Huh... hurry up, come here." She came to the neighborhood and realized that Emmon was and undressed!
She suddenly blushed and she didn't know why she was a little embarrassed. After rolling her eyes for a few times, she looked at her side and turned into a human again. She looked up at the young cats who were staring at the red ribbons in the sky, and immediately had an idea. .
"Like a cat, let me use the cloak!" She smiled and patted Connie's shoulder, looking up and down, eh...should it barely cover the chest of the big man?
"Cloak? Why do you want my cloak?" The boy was taken aback for a moment, not understanding the girl's intention.
Leah was so embarrassed to give the reason, and vaguely asked for it: "Well...Oh, don't ask, let me use it first, and I will pay you back later."
"...No. If you don't make it clear, I won't give it to you!" It's not that the boy has never suffered from her loss, and guarded his cloak vigilantly.
"Let me use it, I'll pay you back soon!... Hey, really stingy." The girl pulled him back and forth a few times, but she didn't get the cloak, but she was so tired. She ran back and forth this day, and there were several strange and scary accidents in the arena, and it can only be said that she is exhausted. She didn't bother to wrestle with Kony, and threw out the bargaining chip straightforwardly: "Three bags of dried fish fillets, can you give me?"
The young cat squinted his eyes for a few times, then shook his head verbally and refused: "Ten packs."
"...Four packs."
"...Nine packs."
The two were in this highly anticipated arena, arguing over a few packets of dried fish.
Emon quietly watched the plot that had happened countless times in the workshop, and suddenly a familiar temperature of comfort came from the bottom of his heart, warming his sudden cold mood a little.
Then he felt something falling off his shoulders. The red ribbon flying in the sky, finally settled down, overlapped on his body, wrapped around his arms, hanging down to his chest where he still didn’t see any sweat, as if weaving layers for him. A blood-red shawl that leaks.
He turned his head and looked at the bright red ribbon on his shoulder, only to feel like the warm potion spilled by the masked puppet after the explosion. Perhaps it was the plasma-like potion that caused his deep heart. The restlessness that has been suppressed for a long time.
Try to catch one. He made this decision without hesitation, and immediately repressed all thoughts that shouldn't be floating like Shen Yuan's heart, his face remained indifferent as usual, and he could not find any change.
In the radio tower, Jessie, who was almost crazy, kept screaming at the name of "J God" and drove the audience. They all responded by agreement, calling his name as if praying for God's help.
In the same shout that surrounded the audience, the red-haired swordsman's heart did not fluctuate. He just stepped forward quietly, draped in a red silk fluttering in the wind, carrying a golden sunset on his back, carrying the horse-cutting sword that was still sharp and undamaged, and straightly toward the girl who cared about him the most, and walked without hesitation. go with.