Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 71

There are four venues for the competition, and the disciples of each academy are evenly divided into four arenas.

All spectators, no matter which arena they go to watch, can see the martial arts of all schools.

Zhang Ang also followed the crowd to a stadium that was closer to him, which was just west of the Eiffel Tower.

The competition venue is very large and built relatively high, and it is surrounded by railings to separate the audience.

Some of the audience pushed forward, some looked for higher ground, and some simply picked up the child and carried it on their shoulders. Everyone raised their heads and looked at the flat competition arena.

At this time, a strong man in strong clothes leaped onto the stage and announced loudly: "Okay, no nonsense, the competition is officially starting now. The rules are very simple: those who admit defeat, those who are beaten to the point of losing their ability to resist, and those who are knocked out of the competition ring , count as a loss. One round determines the outcome, and the winner advances to the next round. Alright, West No. 1, West No. 2, come up and start."

After briefly explaining the rules, the well-dressed man stood aside, but he did not enter the competition ring, so he seemed to be a referee.

After a while, two people jumped up on the competition stage.

One was a young boy of a different race. He was dressed in white linen clothes, his head was tightly wrapped in a yellow scarf, only his eyes were exposed, and he held a scimitar with a cold light in his hand.

The other is a young girl, obviously in early spring, but she is wearing a short red skirt, her white thighs are all exposed, the tight skirt outlines her amazing body line, and she is holding a long brown whip in her hand , looks very sexy.

Many men in the audience stared straight at it, and many of them were swallowing their saliva constantly.

Zhang Ang used the "Eye of Data" to scan over, and found that both of them were at the level of great warriors, with excellent talents and proficient martial arts skills. They deserved to be representatives elected by the academy.

Judging from the data, the girl in the red skirt is more agile, while the boy of a different race is more powerful.

At the order of the strong man, the game officially started.

The girl in the red dress spread out the rolled whip and dragged it to the ground, while the boy of the foreign race hid the scimitar behind his back.

After a confrontation, the girl in the red skirt attacked first, and swung out a whip. The whip spun around in the air and rolled towards the boy of the foreign race.

The alien boy reacted quickly, jumped up to avoid the blow, and rushed towards the girl in the red dress.

Then there was some chasing and fleeing. The girl in the red dress wanted to distance herself from the attack and kept swinging, while the boy of the foreign race wanted to fight in close quarters and kept dodging.

In the end, it was the experienced young man of the foreign race who sold an opening, grabbed the long whip that was constantly waving, twisted it with a knife, and then put the scimitar on the neck of the stunned girl in red skirt.

"In this round, the Sanctuary of Truth has won." The well-dressed man announced briefly: "Okay, the next round will be West No. 3 vs. No. 4."

The girl in red ran off the stage crying, and the two new contestants jumped up again.

The audience in the audience is also talking:
"This Moulin Rouge Academy member obviously has no real experience, and he is still digging into such an obvious trap."

"The training at the Temple of Truth is all about actual combat, and blood is often seen. How can it be compared to those dancers at the Moulin Rouge."

"Anyway, I won't let my daughter go to some shitty Moulin Rouge. Poor martial arts, dancers, etc., it's not good to say it. It's better to go to Rose College, where they are all noble ladies. The atmosphere is good, the environment is good, and the swordsmanship is also good."

"If you want to go to the Rose College, they will accept it. The top colleges are so easy to get into."

"The sword skills in the Temple of Truth are not bad, but they only accept their own people, which is too closed."

The following competitions were also lackluster. They were all small academies, and most of the participants were warrior-level players. Some down-and-out academies even sent warrior-level players up to embarrass themselves, and were kicked off the ring by their opponents.

Suddenly, the noise of the audience suddenly increased, and Zhang Ang also looked over. A man like a steel tower stepped into the ring. Just by looking at his figure, he knew that he was the representative of the Iron Tower Academy.

His opponent was visibly nervous, and his ax hand was shaking.

The match officially started. The man stood still and did not move. He just stretched out one hand and made a seductive gesture.

The opponent with the ax yelled to dispel the fear in his heart, he raised his head and slashed at the strong man's arm.

But it was useless, not only did there not flow out of blood, there was not even a Dao mark.

The opponent wasn't surprised either, howling, he swung his ax and slashed desperately at him, the arena suddenly became clanging and clanging, as if a blacksmith was forging iron.

However, all these efforts were in vain.

The sound stopped, and the iron ax was held in the hands of a strong man like an iron tower, changing its shape at will, while the owner of the ax fell to his knees and cried into a ball.

There is no doubt that Iron Tower Academy won.

Such a result did not surprise everyone at all. It was basically a dream for a great warrior to break through the defense of a martial arts master, and this martial arts master specialized in body-building martial arts.

After a few less intense matches, the representative of the Rose Sword Academy took the stage.

It was a girl with big braids, wearing a white swordsman uniform with bright red roses embroidered on it, and a silver rapier around her waist, she looked indescribably dignified and beautiful.

His opponent was not simple either. He was a knight in full body armor, using the classic combination of a sword and a shield. This was the representative of the Invalides.

Only in the first round, they encountered a situation where two strong players collided.

Everyone in the audience was excited about this duel, and the noise around them suddenly decreased a lot. Everyone held their breath and stared closely at this battle.

The Les Invalides was originally the place where the French Empire placed wounded officers and meritorious veterans. Later, these veterans were unwilling to be lonely and collectively petitioned the emperor many times, wanting to return to the battlefield and use their spare energy.His Majesty the Emperor was overwhelmed by the disturbance, so he entrusted them with the task of teaching the reserve knights.With the passage of time, the Invalides became a top martial arts academy, specializing in teaching various battlefield martial arts, and trained many outstanding civilian knights for the French Empire.

Standing on the ring now is an outstanding knight representative from the Academy of Invalids.

With an order, the competition began.

The female swordsmen of the Rose Academy attacked first, and the swordsmanship of the Rose Swordsmanship Academy was fully displayed, and countless sword shadows flew, fully displaying the gorgeous, fast, sharp and other characteristics of this swordsmanship.

And the knight with full body armor also defended as firmly as Mount Tai, relying on the sword in his right hand and the steel shield in his left, he received all these sword movements steadily, without even taking a step back.

Suddenly, the female swordsman thrust out another extremely fast sword, piercing the knight's throat.

The knight turned his head as usual, moved the steel shield up to protect his head, and then swung his sword to cut out.

Looking for opportunities to counterattack while defending is the safest tactic.

However, the stabbing sword seemed to come to life suddenly, the blade twisted like a light ribbon, lightly avoiding the block of the steel shield, passed through the gap between the helmet and the breastplate, and rested on the knight's neck.

(End of this chapter)