The glory of the king

Chapter 97
A soft sword is a special weapon, generally suitable for use by women or assassins.

This weapon is not suitable for slashing and stabbing, but it can cut. It can easily sever blood vessels and ligaments at joints, and it can be swung like a whip with great speed.

Even if you miss a hit, you can quickly hit the next blow with just a flick, making it hard to guard against.The soft sword wounds people by cutting the carotid artery, so the soft sword is very lethal.

Of course, in this kind of competition occasion, such a weapon will naturally not start with harm, and stop it.

When Yun Chacha saw the opponent's weapon, he naturally understood that the opponent should prefer close combat.

And he is good at sonic attacks, so as long as he keeps a distance, he must be able to win quickly.

Kiss the green flute with lips, and the partridge flies away.

"A piece of "Partridge Flying" is dedicated to everyone present."

It seems to be talking to oneself, and it seems to be pouring out words.As soon as Yun Chacha finished speaking, the flute sounded leisurely.

The music is full-bodied, delicate in meaning, rhythmic in pace and distinct in strength and weakness.

In the auditorium, which was still extremely noisy, when everyone faintly heard the fluttering sound of the flute, they all fell silent for a moment.

The beautiful flute sound, which was still vaguely absent, seemed to have found a breakthrough, and it was clearly heard by every listener with a whistling sound.

Few people thought that a five-year-old girl's flute skills were already so superb.

Not to mention the other pieces, at least this piece "Partridge Flying" is definitely more than one grade better than the average flute master's performance.

Many listeners even closed their eyes, and the scene of the partridge flying in the sky, far and near, high and low, began to appear in their minds.

Of course, not all the audience enjoyed the melodious sound of the flute. There was one person whose face turned pale immediately after the sound of the flute.

It was none other than Yun Chacha's opponent, Cao Xueling.

At this moment, Cao Xueling's face was pale, and the hand holding the soft sword trembled slightly.

The sound of the flute that other people enjoy listening to is like the sound of a crossbow in her ears, constantly stimulating her eardrums and even her brain.

Although she covered her ears with a thick layer of wood, the peculiar flute sound was extremely penetrating and pervasive.She could only endure the pain continuously.

Cao Xueling knew that he couldn't delay any longer, otherwise he would definitely lose this competition.

She took a deep breath, forcing down the irritability welling up in her chest.Mobilize the thick wood into his soft sword.

The long sword that was originally soft like a swimming snake suddenly stiffened like a chicken blood.

It contains enough power to crush stones and break gold.

She laid the long sword flat, then swung it out lightly.A crescent-shaped sword energy was released soundlessly, and it came to Yun Chacha in the blink of an eye.

"So fast!"

Yun Chacha was startled, but he had already expected such a trick from the other party, so the flute kept playing, his body leaned back, and his short hair fell down like a waterfall.

The sword energy slid over Yun Chacha's lower abdomen.

"Huh, it's dangerous~"

Just as Yun Chacha secretly breathed a sigh of relief and was about to get up, suddenly, a gust of wind blew past in front of her.

"Crack-"

The emerald green flute was suddenly broken in the middle, and the cut surface was smooth.

The melodious flute sound stopped abruptly after a few strange tail tones.

Yun Chacha, who had just stood up, looked at the soft sword on her neck in disbelief.

"How is it possible, you and I were separated by nearly ten meters just now. You happen to have a disabled foot, how can you still explode at such a fast speed?"

The game is here, and the outcome is already decided.

Cao Xueling withdrew the sword, didn't say anything, just put the sword back to his waist, folded his hands on his lap, raised his head with a half-smile, and looked at the opponent.

Seeing that the other party didn't want to answer her question, Yun Chacha sighed helplessly, looked at the broken flute in her hand, turned around and walked down the ring.

At this moment, in the auditorium that had been quiet for a long time, a burst of strong cheers suddenly broke out.The high-pitched voice is definitely the highest among all the games that have ended.

"My god! Wasn't it just me who was dazzled? That girl in the wheelchair ran from one side to the other with a whoosh?"

"And still with a wheelchair!"

"Actually, to be more precise, she should be moving the wheelchair so fast that she almost teleports."

"Mist grass, how much effort will it take to do it!"

"Who knows? God closed a door on the disabled body, but opened a window on her will."

"Yeah, it's just because they paid what ordinary people can't give, that they get what ordinary people can't get. Isn't it a matter of course..."

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, but the parties on the stage left the ring indifferently. She seemed not to have heard a word of other people's comments on her, and her gaze was always fixed on the front.

"What a nice kid."

On the rostrum, Huang Yueying slapped Zhuge Liang's hand on her lap away as if nothing had happened, looked at the girl in the wheelchair, and smiled.

"Unfortunately, it's the enemy." Zhuge Liang said lightly, and put his hand on the woman's thigh again.

Then there was another "pop" sound...

Peasley also looked at Cao Xueling's slightly lonely but extremely strong back, with a solemn look on his face.

Level 15.

Just now he used 【Tianmu】

After checking it out, this disabled little girl actually reached the bronze level of 15.Just one level lower than him.

And the offense and defense are much higher than Huo Xunwu.

This little girl, I am afraid that she has secretly exerted a lot of ruthlessness to force herself to such a level, it is really terrifying.

Especially with the speed at which he was moving with the wheelchair just now, Peasley believed that the other party must have worked hard in this regard.

I usually turn the wheelchair and walk slowly, but when it is critical, I take the wheelchair and go fast.Recalling the last time he pushed the wheelchair for the other party, Peasley suddenly felt that his behavior was a bit redundant.

But some things may be predestined, and Peasley's unintentional actions may have a major impact on the future world structure.

The battle on the first day came to an end after more than a dozen subsequent matches.

The competitions on the second and third days were performances by the second and third graders.Peasley and the others can still watch the game, but Tao Tiantian and Li Ting have to go home temporarily.

In the past two days, Peisley got to know a lot of masters among the second- and third-year students.

There was a man named Ning Yi in the second grade, and Luo Xiang in the third grade, who performed very well.

The former Peasley hadn't heard much about it, but the third grader named Luo Xiang was Hu Feng's cousin who had a conflict with him in the cafeteria.

　Recently, the clicks have grown inexplicably quickly, and I am a little flustered.I don't know if there is something wrong with the data at the starting point.

　　Of course, if it is true that my readers have increased, then I am naturally very happy.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)