2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Two figures dragging long sticks quickly approached on the field.

Long Yan, a young boy with a thin figure and seemingly young age, took the lead. He first hit the weapon master with a stick across the waist. After being blocked, he turned his wrist and drew an arc in mid-air with the long stick, hitting him with even greater speed. He hit the opponent's head, but this blow was also blocked.

The two blows were extremely fast, and the two collision sounds heard by everyone present were almost connected together.

This exchange was regarded as a test. After these two blows, Yan Long retreated directly and distanced himself from the opponent. His movements were clean and neat without any sloppiness.

"Why don't you use your superpower? You don't think you can defeat me with this half-baked stick technique you learned in school." The unshaven weapon master had an expressionless face, and his eyelids were drooped and he seemed to have no energy.

Although Kotaki was wearing a mask, it only covered the upper half of his face. From the exposed nose and mouth and his slightly thin body, it was easy to tell that he was not very old.

Seeing that the boy opposite had no intention of speaking, the weapons master curled his lips and looked helpless, and took the initiative to move forward with his stick in hand.

Yan Long's eyes narrowed slightly under his mask, and he subconsciously held the long stick in his hand a little stronger, but he didn't take even a step back.

His fighting style is very stable. From the test just now, it can be seen that the opponent's combat skills and experience are definitely much higher than his own. Therefore, without being sure of defeating the opponent with one blow, he did not want to expose the effect of his superpower prematurely.

The distance between the two sides slowly narrowed, and they were about to enter each other's attack range.

Just as Yan Taki was hesitating whether to take the lead and seize the opportunity, the weapons master's shoulder suddenly moved, and a stick flower emerged from the long stick in his hand and swept down diagonally.

Yantaki subconsciously raised his stick to block, but the next moment his left hand holding the middle end of the long stick felt severe pain, and he almost reflexively let go of his hand.

However, the opponent's attack was far from over. First, the shadow of the stick swayed and struck him in the chest. Then, he moved his long stick sideways and turned to the tail of the stick, hitting him hard on the back.

Yanlong felt burning pain in his chest and back almost at the same time. He lost his balance and staggered forward a few steps, and received another poke on the crook of his leg. At this moment, he completely lost his balance and fell to the ground, and the long stick in his hand flew to the edge of the ring.

This extremely sophisticated four-hit combo was completed in just one second, and the weapon master's movements were extremely crisp and swift. When the onlookers around him reacted, he had already put away his stick and stood aside, while Long Yan, who was wearing a mask, lay on the ground inexplicably.

Only a few people can see that the weapon master's first strike is full of details. After being blocked, the stick slid directly along the opponent's stick, pressing like lightning on the opponent's left thumb holding the front end.

After Long Yan let go of his hand in pain, the weapon master's next three sticks were so smooth and pleasing to the eye that he knocked his opponent to the ground without any unnecessary movements.

"Continue." The weapons master walked aside, picked up the stick on the ground and threw it gently. The wooden stick spun and landed in front of the young man who had just climbed up from the ground with difficulty.

Yan Taki's left thumb was already red and swollen, and there must have been red stick marks on his chest and back under his clothes. However, there was no hint of discouragement or fear in his eyes as he grabbed the long stick and stood up straight.

"You won't have a chance if you don't use your powers next time." The weapon master seemed to have an itchy nose and stretched out his hand to rub it.

Yan Taki licked his lips that were dry due to nervousness, endured the pain in his body and clenched the long stick in his hand: "You will see it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he strode towards this side with his stick in hand, his momentum carrying an indomitable energy.

The weapon master frowned slightly, as if he didn't understand why the other party would make such a move that was no different from admitting defeat. The results of the two fights just now were obvious, which should be enough for anyone with normal IQ to see the difference in stick skills between them. right.

However, no matter what he thought, the other party had already walked up to him with a stick.

"drink!"

Yan Taki shook the long stick in his hand and made a vertical slash first. After being blocked, he used the reaction force to draw an arc in the air and sweep the opponent's neck. After being blocked again, he lifted the tail of the stick and swept towards the crook of the opponent's leg.

"you..."

The weapon master was already speechless. The stick technique used by the opponent was obviously a technique that was poorly taught in a high school martial arts class. With his eyes closed, he could tell exactly where the opponent would hit him next.

Sure enough, the masked boy took half a step back after the third failed attack, turned around, and then swept over with the long stick in his hand with a whirring sound.

This stick combined with the rotational force of the waist and abdomen is one of the most powerful blows in the stick technique. However, the shortcoming is also obvious, that is, the forward swing is too long and the intention of the movement is too obvious. Even ordinary people can react and block it easily.

The weapon master stood up the long stick at his side almost reflexively, thinking that after receiving this blow, he would beat the little devil on the opposite side so hard that he would never dare to enter the arena again.

Of course, although he looked listless on the surface, he was not at all relaxed in his heart. The opponent obviously can't be just a high school student who knows one and a half stick techniques. Anyone who can stand in this arena is an awakened person.

So what is your superpower? Are you going to use it now?

The weapon master's eyes narrowed slightly. The opponent's code name was "Dragon Flame". Even if he suddenly turned around and sprayed a fireball at him, or the stick in his hand suddenly burst into flames, he would not be surprised at all.

"Huh?" A confused hum came from his throat.

The long stick with the sound of whistling wind was about to collide with the stick in his hand at the next moment, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a great sense of uneasiness in his heart.

He had already figured out the young man's strength in the previous fights. Even if the opponent used all his strength to sweep out the stick, he could easily block it.

But he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he subconsciously felt that what was sweeping towards him was not a stick, but a rumbling dump truck.

"Bang! Click."

The two sticks touched each other.

Amidst the exclamations of the surrounding spectators, the stick in the weapon master's hand broke into two pieces, and the whole person was shot horizontally like a rag sack, hitting the glass cover at the edge of the field heavily.

Also flying over was a blood-stained wooden stick, which hit the glass with a soft thud, then fell to the floor and rolled around twice.

The blood on it is not that of the weapons master, but that of the newcomer gladiator Long Yan standing in the center of the field.

Yan Long lowered his hands, and the bright red blood dripped on the floor, blossoming into blossoming plum blossoms.

He had tried his best to control the weight of the long stick. After the two sticks collided and the other was knocked away, he immediately released his ability. However, the huge force coming from the stick at that moment still scratched the skin on his palm.

"It's over." Yan Long looked at the unknown figure lying on the ground opposite and breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked around. The faces of the spectators had different expressions, most of them were excited, shocked or confused. It was obvious that the effect of his attack had deeply shocked the people around him.

Why haven't I been declared the winner yet?

Yan Long looked at the beautiful host not far away with some doubts. However, the other party did not pick up the microphone, but looked directly behind him with a pair of watery eyes.

"Hey kid, it's not over yet."

Yan Long's heart sank slightly, and he turned around to see that the weapons master stood up from the ground unsteadily, holding on to the glass cover next to him.