Hyper-fusion, I have infinite forms.

Chapter 107: People Who Can't Recognize Themselves
When Zhou Yan and the two sisters finished breakfast and arrived at the familiar competition venue, the exchange competition was about to begin.

Today is the knockout round of the top eight.

As for Zhou Yan, who ranked in the first few games of the first group on the first day of the competition from 64 to 32.

Today's game is naturally the first one to play.

So as soon as he arrived at the stadium, the staff asked him to prepare to go on stage.

When saying goodbye to the two sisters, the younger sister Luo Ke directly expressed her full confidence in him.

"Brother Zhou Yan, come on, get rid of Zheng Keren." Luo Ke smiled slyly, "I feel good when I think that the son that Zheng Laogou has carefully nurtured is going to be eliminated by you."

Instead, Luo Xuan took the initiative to comfort Zhou Yan: "Zheng Zhichang has high hopes for his son. Zheng Keren had already entered the fierce level last year. Now after another year of training, I also watched a few of his games. He won very cleanly. He should be a serious fierce player. You don't have to have too much psychological pressure. He has won three rounds in a row and entered the quarterfinals. It has saved the face of our sword hall."

Zhou Yan just nodded: "Don't worry, I watched his game too, I think I can win."

As he spoke, he looked at Luo Xuan with a smile: "Xiao Xuan, I don't think your eyesight is worse than mine, so, tell me the truth, what do you think?"

Luo Xuan looked at Zhou Yan for a few seconds and said nothing.

Zhou Yan chuckled, turned around and followed the staff.

After taking a few steps, Luo Xuan's calm voice came from behind: "If you lose, I'll twist your head off."

Then came Luo Ke's uncontrollable laughter: "Hahaha, I can't pretend anymore——"

Zhou Yan didn't look back, but just gave the two sisters a thumbs up.

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Soon, Zhou Yan changed into protective gear, took his sword, and entered the arena under the guidance of the staff.

Opposite him was Zheng Keren, who looked excited.

Zhou Yan looked at this guy for a while and found that after staying in the Disaster Realm for a while, he could hardly remember what the other person looked like.

Zheng Keren was obviously impressed by Zhou Yan. He stared at Zhou Yan's handsome face and deliberately acted superior: "You disabled boy, I don't know whether to say you are lucky or unlucky to be able to stand in front of me."

Zhou Yan's lips curled slightly: "Is your left hand okay? Three days should be enough for the swelling to go down, right?"

"Fuck you!" Zheng Keren broke down on the spot, obviously still feeling aggrieved about being tricked by Zhou Yan's prosthetic hand in the elevator that day.

He took a deep breath and looked at Zhou Yan with a bit of viciousness: "You idiot, I watched your match and you are indeed quite good, but you were just lucky. You were matched with rubbish opponents, but you managed to make it to the quarterfinals. However, that's it. I will let you know what a true genius is."

As he spoke, the corners of his mouth curled up: "I hope that after competing with me, you will still have the courage to pick up the sword in the future."

Zhou Yan endured the nausea and listened to what this bastard said, then pulled down his mask.

The next moment, when Zheng Keren was immersed in saying such "high-level" pretentious quotes, Zhou Yan's voice came out from under the mask.

"Three moves."

Zheng Keren was stunned for a moment, glared at Zhou Yan, and sneered: "What three moves? Are you ready to withstand three moves from me?"

Zhou Yan shook his head and said calmly: "I only use one move in one round, and I will send you home with three moves."

After the round of eight to four, because eight to nine out of ten teams were eliminated, the best-of-three system of sixteen to eight was further changed to a best-of-five system.

Although Zheng Keren was blindly confident, he was not a fool. He immediately understood what Zhou Yan meant - to shut him out.

He was so angry that he laughed, then looked at Zhou Yan coldly: "You damn cripple, forget about three moves, if you can really defeat me, I, Zheng Keren, will never pick up a sword again!"

After saying that, he pulled down his mask fiercely, raised his sword and took a stance.

Compared with the ferocious posture Zheng Keren displayed in rage, Zhou Yan just stood there easily like an ordinary person holding a sword.

Soon, the referee also came on the field with a long stick - this stick was used to separate the fighting players when necessary.

"In the first round of the quarter-finals, the person who wins three games first will advance. We will use a real-life simulation system."

The referee looked at the tense Zheng Keren and the relaxed Zhou Yan and asked the usual questions.

"You two, are you clear about the rules?"

Both nodded.

"Well, let the game begin!" The referee slammed his long stick with a sharp sound.

Zheng Keren immediately rushed towards Zhou Yan, and he crossed the distance of nearly ten meters between them in less than a second. Then he shouted loudly and swung his sword towards Zhou Yan quickly.

"die!"

However, at this moment, a cunning look flashed in Zheng Keren's eyes.

Before Zhou Yan could make a move, he had already dodged to Zhou Yan's side with a burst of sparrow steps, and the sword that was originally chopping was instantly switched to a venomous snake-like stab.

The secret sword of the Southern Ming Dynasty - poison!
It turned out that the confidence and irritability that Zheng Keren had displayed just now were all illusions he deliberately created in order to mislead Zhou Yan's judgment and make Zhou Yan think that he was an impulsive person.

And now Zheng Keren, whose attacks are as swift and ruthless as a venomous snake, is his true face!
"Zhou Yan, even a lion will do its best to fight a rabbit, you, just wait for me to defeat you——" Zheng Keren's mouth curled up when he saw his attack was successful.

pat!

There was a crisp sound of a sword blade hitting the protective gear.

The two passed each other instantly.

Zheng Keren wanted to look back confidently, but was shocked to find that his entire body's movements were locked by the protective gear.

"What's going on?" He looked confused, and fell to the ground dejectedly the next second.

"The winner of the first round is Zhou Yan!" The referee beside him immediately announced loudly. At the same time, the square screen above the arena immediately began to play the clip of the two people's previous fight.

In slow motion, it clearly shows how Zhou Yan calmly dodged Zheng Keren's attack with his secret sword and slit Zheng Keren's throat with his sword.

The masters and students of all the major sword gyms could not help but nod their heads repeatedly as they watched, with sporadic applause breaking out.

On the field, Zhou Yan slowly put away the sword he had swung with his backhand, turned around, and said calmly: "The best time to use the secret sword, Poison, is to kill the opponent with one strike the moment you see through his movements."

"And you seem to be using it as a trick to gamble on the enemy's inability to react. Is this the only way your father taught you to use it?"

Zheng Keren had just had his protective gear unlocked by the referee, and when he heard Zhou Yan's words, he immediately got up from the ground: "This round, it was my negligence that allowed you to seize the opportunity"

He looked at Zhou Yan with an extremely dangerous look: "In order to understand my attack habits, you must have reviewed and studied my previous games."

As he said that, without waiting for Zhou Yan to answer, he raised his sword again and stood ready: "If you can break my poison, you win the bet, but don't be happy too soon."

Zhou Yan listened to the other party's self-righteous inference in silence, feeling that it was really difficult to communicate with people who were not on the same channel.

He said no more and silently raised his sword.

Off the court, Zheng Keren's father Zheng Zhichang frowned, realizing something was wrong.

As a veteran master of the Miao level, although his temper and character are average, his eyesight cannot be bad.

Just now, Zhou Yan's movements in cracking his son's secret sword were as smooth as flowing water, as if he had practiced it countless times in private.

There are only two possibilities in this situation. The first is that Zhou Yan completely saw through Zheng Keren's actions on the spot.

The second possibility is that an expert has studied Zheng Keren's attack habits based on his games in the past two days and has given special training to the kid named Zhou Yan in advance.

The first possibility is too far-fetched, so the second one is.
The little bitch from the Luo family must be your plan. You hid it so deeply, just to slap me in the face today, right?
Zheng Keren turned his head and looked at Luo Xuan, who was sitting next to Cong Shiyun, with a sinister look in his eyes.

If Zhou Yan knew that these two people had such similar ideas, he would definitely be amazed at the accuracy of genetics. Like father, like child.

But he didn't know, so now he just stood calmly on the court and looked at Zheng Keren opposite him.

As the referee announced the start of the fight again.

Zheng Keren rushed towards Zhou Yan again.

As he sprinted, his eyes were fierce and his mind was quickly thinking about Zhou Yan's plan.

"It was my mistake to use the poison just now."

"This kid must have studied a lot of my games and thinks he knows my habits."

"However, he didn't know that when the difference in strength between the two reached a certain level, conspiracy and trickery were just things that were not worthy of being used."

"You want to wait for me to attack, right? Then I'll show you what it means."

Zheng Keren's eyes became fierce, and the sword in his right hand was so fast that it almost turned into an afterimage, and it suddenly enveloped Zhou Yan.

"Quick sword!"

The secret sword of the Southern Ming Dynasty - Crazy Crow!
The next second, Zheng Keren approached Zhou Yan and launched a series of intensive attacks at an extremely fast speed.

Chop, cut, lift, sweep, stab, pick, and wipe!
Dang Dang Dang.
A series of intensive sword collision sounds resounded throughout the venue.

Three seconds later, as Zhou Yan gradually blocked all the attacks, the smug smile under Zheng Keren's mask gradually became stiff.

Why? Why could this crippled man block his "Crazy Crow" so accurately?
No one has ever seen this secret sword except his own father Zheng Zhichang!
Unexpectedly, Zhou Yan on the opposite side still had the energy left to comment while swinging his sword to block Zheng Keren's attack.

"Your Crazy Crow is so slow!"

what! ?

Zheng Keren's breath was choked.

And at this moment, Zhou Yan turned his wrist and cut off the sword that Zheng Keren was attacking.

"Watch this!" Zhou Yan shouted, instantly switching from defense to offense.

This is the Crazy Crow!
Phew! Phew! Phew!

Amid the violent buzzing sound of the air being torn apart continuously, a white net woven by the silver light of the sword seemed to appear in front of Zheng Keren's eyes.

He subconsciously raised his sword to block, but was cut on his outstretched wrist at the first moment, causing the protective gear on his right arm to be locked instantly.

Immediately afterwards, there came a violent storm!
Chop, cut, slash, sweep, stab, pick, wipe.
Da da da da da.
Two breaths later, Zhou Yan suddenly put away his sword.

He took a half step forward and stood in front of Zheng Keren, who was stabbed in various parts of his body and his movements were locked.

Then he stretched out his finger and touched Zheng Keren's chest armor.

"It's pathetic that people can't recognize themselves."

As he spoke, he pushed lightly with his fingers.

thump.

Zheng Keren fell to the ground stiffly.

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I finished writing it overnight, so I might as well post it in advance

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