The entire battle took less than two minutes.
He could end a match in two minutes! He could fight thirty matches in an hour!
"I will play with you slowly in the next round. I won't let you fall so easily.”
Ye Zhiqiu turned to look at Wang Wu and said coldly.
"Hu hu hu…"
Wang Wu panted like a bull, he took off his helmet with lingering fear and threw it to the side, his eyes looking at Ye Zhiqiu in horror.
"His forte is actually speed? Would giving him a longsword reduce his speed?!”
Right now, Wang Wu only wanted to walk out of this underground arena with his two legs.
"From today onwards, I am your senior.”
At this time, Ye Zhiqiu calmly jumped down from the arena and came in front of the dozen professional swordsmen.
The dozen professional swordsmen looked at each other in dismay. Clearly, they had yet to recover from their shock, as if they did not dare to accept this fact.
At this time, Ye Zhiqiu turned to look at the host.
"Host, can we change the number of matches? How about changing it to ten minutes per scene and six per hour?”
After six rounds, he had earned 30,000 yuan.
30,000 yuan was not a small sum in 2008.
Wang Wu subconsciously touched his pocket and found that he had just brought 30,000 yuan.
This was his monthly salary…
"That's not very good."
A Swordsman said in a deep voice with an ugly expression.
"Senior is speaking, junior shouldn't interrupt.”
Ye Zhiqiu gently patted his left shoulder and said in a low voice.
After saying that, the expressions of the Swordsmen changed.
"What senior?"
Wang Wu's expression gradually became ferocious. He angrily raised his wooden sword and threw it at Ye Zhiqiu's head!
He could not accept such an outcome!
"This idiot!"
Seeing Wang Wu's actions, the host hurriedly stood up from the audience seats, wanting to remind Ye Zhiqiu.
With so many people watching, if they really hurt someone, they would be out of luck!
Just as the wooden sword was about to hit him, Ye Zhiqiu suddenly turned around and struck out with his right palm at lightning speed, steadily catching the flying wooden sword.
"In the next battle, I won't let you have any extra strength to throw your sword.”
Ye Zhiqiu said coldly, throwing the wooden sword under his feet and stomping it to pieces!
At this time, the audience saw Wang Wu's behavior and booed at the same time. They looked at Wang Wu on the stage with disdain.
Now, they had a new idol.
That was the new underground king, Ye Zhiqiu!
Among the professional Swordsmen present, no one could defeat Wang Wu so easily.
"Just you wait!"
Wang Wu, who was burning with anger, once again found a staff member to change into a new set of protective gear and a new wooden sword.
His protective gear was brand new, but Ye Zhiqiu's protective gear was "scarred".
He and the staff had no intention of helping Ye Zhiqiu change his protective gear.
A minute later, Ye Zhiqiu and Wang Wu went on stage again.
"Die!"
Wang Wu lowered his head and roared. He raised his even more powerful wooden sword and slashed fiercely at Ye Zhiqiu's helmet!
This time, it was the power that allowed him to break through his limits!
"Can't even withstand a single blow."
Ye Zhiqiu's expression became grim. The wooden sword in his hand turned into a black shadow and hacked at the protective gear on Wang Wu's chest at an even faster speed.
"Bang!"
The force was so great that Wang Wu, who had a ferocious expression on his face, retreated repeatedly. His left hand, which was tightly holding the wooden sword, involuntarily loosened.
"Kacha ~"
The protective gear on his chest shattered once again!
The expression on Wang Wu's face became extremely pale, and he no longer looked ferocious.
He was already very clear about the gap between him and Ye Zhiqiu.
It was like the difference in strength between a kindergarten child and an adult.
"How long did it take to solve this?”
At this time, Ye Zhiqiu's cold voice sounded again, his tone carrying a bit of doubt.
"Less than a minute."
The host's expression was aghast as he spoke in a trembling voice.
"Pa, pa, pa!"
Just as the host finished speaking, Ye Zhiqiu's right hand once again gripped the hilt of the sword, and the wooden sword in his hand hacked at Wang Wu's protective gear.
Wang Wu could not dodge this thunder-like attack at all. He stood on the spot and was beaten up in vain.
When the minute was up, Ye Zhiqiu took back his wooden sword again and glanced at the host,""Now, one minute is up, right?"
"We're here."
The host swallowed his saliva and suppressed his excitement as he spoke uncalmly.
"Help me get a new wooden sword."
Ye Zhiqiu waved the wooden sword in his hand and said expressionlessly to the staff below the stage.
The staff no longer looked down on Ye Zhiqiu, hurriedly went backstage, found a long sword, and handed it to Ye Zhiqiu.
This longsword was Wang Wu's.
"Help me change my protective gear! Hurry up!" After seeing Ye Zhiqiu get the sword, Wang Wu's entire body was filled with cleanliness. He shouted excitedly at the staff below the stage.
Ye Zhiqiu was a speed-type Swordsman.
This kind of longsword that was not suitable for him would definitely weaken his strength.
Wang Wu had a chance!
Nine minutes later, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the two of them once again began to fight face to face.
The difference was that Ye Zhiqiu was holding a huge sword.
"Wang Wu has hope in this battle. Ye Zhiqiu is a speed-type Swordsman, so he's not suitable for this longsword.”
"I hope Wang Wu can dampen his spirit. I don't want to be his junior!”
More than a dozen professional swordsmen began to discuss in low voices, guessing the outcome of this battle.
"Let's fight!"
Wang Wu angrily gripped his wooden sword tightly and ruthlessly stabbed towards Ye Zhiqiu's abdomen!
"Bang!"
Right at this moment, Ye Zhiqiu held the long sword in one hand, and as if he was waving a giant ruler, he ruthlessly slapped at Wang Wu's left arm!
The speed at which Ye Zhiqiu brandished his long sword was actually faster than the speed at which Wang Wu brandished his wooden sword!
"Bang!"
The giant sword slammed heavily on Wang Wu's left arm, instantly sending him flying and crashing into a corner of the arena.
"Ahhhh!"
Wang Wu's expression turned ferocious as he hugged his left arm that was in extreme pain and screamed repeatedly.
"How long did it take this time?"
Ye Zhiqiu casually threw the sword in his hand on the ground and turned to ask the host.
At this moment, the host was still in a state of extreme shock and did not pay attention to Ye Zhiqiu's words at all.
After a minute or two, he raised the microphone and said in shock,"20 seconds! You broke the record! You are the fastest person to finish the battle in the underground arena! Your opponent is still your senior, Wang Wu!”
"You said something wrong."
Ye Zhiqiu's cold eyes swept across the faces of the professional swordsmen below the stage and said indifferently,""I'm the senior of all the swordsmen here. Call me by my name, not my signature, but Senior Ye!”
After that, he dragged Wang Wu along and forced him to play three more rounds.
In a total of six rounds, he earned 30,000 yuan. Wang Wu was beaten by him until he could not walk.
And he had naturally become the number one person in the underground arena!
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