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.
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