Chương 201: Breaking the game
The opponent is now full of energy, and it seems that he can only temporarily lure the enemy to make moves on the edge of the attack, which consumes the opponent's physical strength.
Ning Xiaotian has no choice but to stop quickly. Close space.
For a while, the two were at a stalemate.
"Nima, it's like a tortoise shell, how do you fight this?"
The audience outside the venue felt their scalps go numb.
"I feel like I can only use up the opponent's physical strength, and now I can't get close at all."
Someone shook his head and complained,
"This gladiator is a real dog, he just stood there and swung his stick, dare to take a few steps forward? Blush for him."
In his opinion, those who don't take the initiative to attack are cowards.
"If I were a Golden Warrior, I would just sit there and rest."
A mocking voice came from the side.
"You rest, isn't that gladiator resting?"
The companion rolled his eyes.
"That's really going to be dark."
A man in the back row grabbed the front seat with both hands and laughed.
"Let's see how the Golden Warriors break the game."
The man who spoke first in the front row shook his head helplessly. After he finished speaking, he slapped his thigh, raised his brows, and shouted loudly:
"What do the stewards of the arena think, sending such a person here is far from the last one."
"Agree!"
Everyone around said in unison.
They came to the arena to watch the fight, so what's the point of not having a fight now.
Stick to the flesh, sword and sword see blood is the man's splendor.
"I feel like I'm okay with it."
Suddenly one person made a strange cry.
The partners stopped talking, and all their heads looked over with a look of caring for the mentally handicapped.
The man beside him also smiled, winked and said,
"You go, I can take the brothers to your house for dinner at noon."
The boat of friendship turned over, and he glared at his mates:
"You just hope my father and me so much. Die sooner?"
Ridiculously ridiculed, he is not really blind, the timing and strength of the giant man's swing, the elders of the soul king in the clan can't do it.
"Go away!"
Everyone found a vent and attacked hard.
"Damn, don't slap your face!"
the man wailed.
"Who's pulling my pants?"
His face suddenly panicked, and some of the partners had the wrong taste.
"......."
On the audience stage, people's heads were moving, and there were noises one after another.
Many people gathered around and discussed vigorously.
"How should the Golden Warriors break the game?"
became the focus of the topic.
Ning Xiaotian turned a deaf ear to this commotion, his eyes were focused at this time, staring at the shoulder blade of the giant man in front of him, his mind was active,
"When swinging a heavy object like a long stick and a mace, the force of the arm starts from the shoulder, Then comes the upper arm, arm bend, forearm and wrist.
The bones and muscles are linked to maximize strength and save effort."
"That's why this giant man can wield the mace so far."
His pupils flashed back and forth. Move,
"Directly observe the swing of the mace, even if you find a space to shoot, it's already too late, you must shoot earlier."
Ning Xiaotian's eyes were bright, concentrated, and the world in his sight gradually became "slow" up.
The flying dust was slowly "rising", the ferocious hammer nails were clearly identifiable, and the armor on the shoulder blades of the giant man was intertwined, swaying and pressing in a very small amplitude, the amplitude was too small to be discernible by the naked eye, but at this time But it was clearly seen by him.
Although the soul tool worn on the wrist can imprison the soul power, the spiritual power cannot be imprisoned.
As a method of eye training, Ziji Demon Eye has greatly increased his eyesight, which has already reached the realm of subtlety.
Now, with the blessing of powerful spiritual power, the effect is even more remarkable.
"Puff. Puff."
He could even feel the other person's heartbeat.
It seems to be beating faster.
The giant man wielded his mace almost instinctively, swinging, spinning, intercepting, blocking, flirting, carrying, and picking all the most basic attacking movements.
"What an annoying guy!"
The giant man looked disdainful, even a little annoyed, and the little man in front of him jumped around him like a disturbing monkey.
"No matter how many times you try, the result is the same!"
He sneered, confident in his speed, reflexes, strength, and the attack range of his mace.
The little guy on the opposite side didn't dare to rush in at all.
Anyone who tries to get close to him will be smashed to pieces.
What's more, he is also wearing a heavy armor of fine iron, and even the neck and joints of the limbs are protected by a layer of chain mail.
As long as he doesn't get hit in the eye, he's invulnerable.
"Little dwarf, is there no way?"
The giant man mocked.
He is 2.4 meters tall, and the opponent is not even his shoulders.
As long as he dares to jump up and attack his own eyes, he can slap it away with a slap. only fly.
Ning Xiaotian turned a deaf ear and continued to swim around the strong man, noting the movement of the giant man's shoulder blades, and at the same time paying attention to the rotation of his opponent's ankles.
Like a cheetah ready to go.
After a while, Tongren shrank suddenly, without any hesitation, the sharp sword was on one side and rushed in.
"Damn it, the Golden Warriors rushed in!" In the stands, someone jumped up excitedly.
The two had been deadlocked before, and he felt aggrieved.
"His"
More people held their breaths, leaned forward subconsciously, and stared at them with piercing eyes.
At the top of the mace, the hideous thorns just brushed past Ning Xiaotian's face.
Lowering his body, the giant man's ankle was still turning to the right,
"Swing!"
The sharp sword stabbed horizontally, hitting the inner joint of the knee.
"The chainmail at the joints is not as thick as the tortoise shell on your body."
Ning Xiaotian sneered, the sharp tip of the sword passed through the gap of the chainmail,
and under the huge force,
the keyhole was forced to scratch The break, though not deep, is enough to touch the muscle.
"Hey."
The blade cut through the muscles and blood flowed.
"Ah damn!"
The giant man groaned, his right foot subconsciously bowed because of the severe pain, his body quickly swayed back, and his mace swept across, trying to split the enemy.
"Hey!"
The blade has been twisted and pulled out quickly, and while the giant man felt more pain, Ning Xiaotian put his left hand on the ground, and his body jumped to the left by force.
"Ah!"
The giant screamed.
Due to the severe pain, the right leg was shaking constantly.
And the mace that wanted to sweep, also stopped abruptly because the right foot could not move, and the waist was thrown to the limit.
"Now, you're not that tall."
Ning Xiaotian sneered, stabbed his sword on the ground, pulled his right hand with all his strength, and the giant man's head, attached to his neck chainmail, slammed backwards.
"Cough cough..."
The giant man gritted his teeth, feeling that his neck was about to be pulled off.
The huge pressure from his upper body made his twisted waist and spine burn like fire, and at the same time made his leg wound even more painful.
Kneel down on the right leg and lean back at a forty-five degree angle.
"Your neck is not as hard as you thought."
Looking down at the giant man, Ning Xiaotian hummed.
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