MTL - Doomsday: I Have One More Keyword Than Others-Chapter 53 promoted to first class

  Chapter 53 Promoted to First Class

  Du Ge looked at Tong Shihong, smiled and nodded: "Okay."

  Tong Shihong heaved a sigh of relief, luckily adjusted his fighting state.

Duge pulled out the long sword behind his back, held the sword in both hands, and clasped his fists at Tong Shihong, saying solemnly: "Master Tong Shihong, this sword is three feet seven inches long, one inch and three inches wide, made of fine steel, once cut The fierce beast Taotie is named Taozhongjian."

  The sword in the gluttony?

  Tong Shihong's pupils shrank, and some not-so-beautiful pictures unconsciously broke into his mind, and the momentum he had just built up suddenly let out.

But seeing Duge's serious look, he took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions again, imitated Duge, and showed his fist: "I don't use weapons, I use a pair of iron fists to fight all over the world. The name of the boxing is "Overlord Fist". Chief Feng, please enlighten me."

  Du Ge glanced at Tong Shihong again, stretched out his hand to pull Wang San, and said: "Wang San, the demon has taken away his life, and he is good at using sound waves. The sound waves can confuse people's minds..."

   Hum!

   Like a bolt of lightning, it exploded in Tong Shihong's mind.

  His mind went blank. Let’s compete in martial arts. It’s fine if you introduce the sword. Why introduce him?

  Tong Shihong glared at Duge angrily, and said angrily: "Master Feng, it's a fair fight between the two of us. If a third person intervenes, even if Tong loses, he won't accept it."

  He was cautious and calm all his life, but he didn't expect to break his defense several times in a short time when he met Feng Qi, what a hell!

"Oh, I see that Sect Master Tong has been looking at him, so he wants to introduce Wang San to the Sect Master. He won't get involved in the battle. Sect Master is thinking too much." Duge smiled lightly, pointed his long sword forward, "Master, please."

  Tong Shihong is the world's top master, and his martial arts represent the world's first-class level.

   After settling down, Duge's dream of martial arts revived again.

But Gao Yong and others with super high attributes just cut melons and vegetables. After finally meeting Tong Shihong, I naturally wanted to compete with him, to have an addiction to competing with masters, and to verify how high my ability is. You can't take Wang San with you everywhere.

  However, in the face of the unknown, Duge did not dare to be arrogant, so he took it for granted to find a way to dampen his spirit first.

   This is not a trick, it is a psychological warfare before the master contest.

  Wang San's Jiaozhi fear is also a kind of psychological warfare.

The influence of Jiao Zhi's fear is too great. Once it is used on a master like Tong Shihong, he will be abolished. Before Feng Yunjie and Han Zuo, those who fell into Jiao Zhi's fear are now demoted to incense masters, let them stay away from the king as much as possible. Three, play the biggest role.

  Nowadays, there is a shortage of peacekeepers, so try not to use them as much as possible, and masters still have to rely on faith and ideas.

  In case Tong Shihong really can't be defeated, it won't be too late to let Wang San speak up.

  Dug believes that Wang San will not be so pedantic.

  …

Looking at the Taozhong sword in Duge's hand, and Wang San standing aside with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth, Tong Shihong was impetuous, and couldn't calm down no matter what, he took a deep breath, trying to stabilize his emotions: " please."

   The voice fell.

   In front of him, Duge had already disappeared.

  The sound of breaking wind came from the left side of the body.

  He turned sideways slightly, dodging the sword that was piercing his heart, and punched Dug in the head with a backhand punch.

   A punch came out, but it was in vain. Tong Shihong, who has rich combat experience, subconsciously withdrew his punch. As expected, the sharp sword light had already cut down his arm. If he was slow for a moment, half of his arm would be gone.

   So fast.

After the two moves, Tong Shihong took a deep breath. Just now, from Feng Qi's position and the hand holding the sword, he could see that Feng Qi didn't have much martial arts skills, but his amazing speed and reflexes were enough for him to crush him. Overwhelming more than half of the top players in the arena.

too fast!

   As everyone knows, Duge on the opposite side is also frightened. His keen five senses can clearly see every move of Tong Shihong, but the opponent can always avoid his ultimate move in time, as if he could make a prediction in advance.

   Moreover, the seemingly slow fist was actually very fast, as if it could break through space, and it arrived in front of his eyes in no time.

  The boxing champion on earth is said to be able to punch more than a dozen punches per second. Tong Shihong's punching speed obviously far exceeds this frequency, and it also has strength.

  The most important thing is that he can maintain this punching speed all the time, and he can also make changes in the middle, which is terrifying.

  Worthy of being a first-class master of martial arts with the blessing of internal strength.

  Before the unification of Luyang City, he was definitely not Tong Shihong's opponent. Even when he stabbed behind him, he would have a chance to turn around and punch himself in the face.

   And this terrifying fighting instinct.

   No wonder Qiu Muqian invited him over to deal with him. If he hadn't grown up so fast and met this old man, he would have fallen in all likelihood.

   Sure enough.

   Only maintaining a small Luyang City is not enough to suppress the world by itself.

  The future is long, and life still needs hard work.

  …

   "Fuck, this old man is too fierce!" Feng Zhong was speechless, "The speed can keep up with Brother Seven."

   "Are you fierce?" Wang San didn't think so, and said sullenly, "Three sects, five sects, two gangs and one family, counting the hidden masters who are not in these sects, such guys add up to 20..."

   "Twenty is still less?" Feng Zhongdao, "I found that your tone is getting louder."

  Wang San glanced at him and asked, "How long have we been in this world?"

   "..." Feng Zhong was stunned for a moment, and when he looked at Tong Shihong again, he was much calmer, "From this point of view, he is just average."

"Compared to Seventh Brother." Wang San looked at Duge, his eyes full of fascination, and muttered, "In the past, there has never been such an awesome person as Seventh Brother in the simulation field. I am afraid that he will go to the Alien Battlefield in the future. .”

   "Yes!" Feng Zhong nodded in agreement, "I don't know who has cultivated such an astonishingly talented character as Seventh Brother. This time he is out of the simulation field, I am afraid he will become famous..."

  …

  Qiu Muqian looked at the two people in the fight with a sad expression on his face. Feng Qi has such skill, even when he hit her father, he even sneaked up on her. He really doesn't speak martial arts at all!

   Too shameless!

  At this moment, Qiu Muqian felt a sense of sadness in her heart. She suddenly realized that she might not be able to rescue her father and take back the Iron Palm Gang in her life.

  …

   "Wang San, what are you doing?"

  Suddenly, Doug yelled.

  Tong Shihong subconsciously revealed a flaw.

  Du Ge swept his sword towards his shoulder, and he dodged along the way, and he had already circled behind Tong Shihong.

   Back thrust.

   At such a close distance, Tong Shihong couldn't react at all, and a fine steel long sword was already placed around his neck.

  The cold sword edge pressed against Tong Shihong's throat, Du Ge smiled slightly: "Master Tong, you lost."

   It's hard to guard against!

   Sure enough, he attacked from behind much faster than from the front.

Tong Shihong sighed secretly, feeling the cold sword edge on his neck, he was taken aback suddenly, as if he smelled a faint foul smell, his expression changed involuntarily: "Master Feng, take the sword away, The old man lost!"

   It's over!

  Qiu Muqian closed her eyes in pain.

   "Sect Leader Tong, let me go."

  Duge withdrew his long sword, and took a step back with a smile. He was quite satisfied with the result of the comparison test. Without Wang San's assistance, he defeated a first-class master. Now, he is more sure of upholding justice in the world.

  (end of this chapter)