The armor summoner will not be involved in the event

"From my perspective, those kids in China can only get into the bottom of the top ten. There is no one to take over. When the Doushen Cup was won by a Japanese, I knew that our generation was ruined. Now it seems that two generations have been ruined."

"It seems that there is not much national policy to support ordinary people to stand out independently, so it is normal for things to go badly."

"The older generation is clinging to what they have. Perhaps this is an opportunity for the new generation of our country to cheer up."

Niu Jian has not paid attention to this aspect for many years and has no comment on it.

They finally arrived at the corresponding viewing room and saw an unexpected scene.

A man in silver armor sat sideways on the back of a platinum-colored dragon.

In front of him, two swordsmen fell to the ground.

"Is this a three-person free-for-all?"

Niu Jian, who came here halfway and saw this scene, asked.

"No, it's a one-on-one match. Apparently, something went wrong. Be patient and wait for the organizer to show up. If nothing goes wrong, you can meet the Japanese demon who gained the title of fighting god because of your absence."

"Is he the one guarding the tower?"

Niu Jian looked a little more energetic, his leopard eyes fixed on the armored man on the field.

"If that Japanese [Fighting God] doesn't have some real skills, he'll be in trouble in front of him."

"This armored man is so strong? Is he a demon?"

Old Li was a little surprised.

Generally speaking, most demons, due to their own strength and transcendence, will try their best to avoid getting involved in major events involving a country.

By the way, the total number of demons in the Celestial Empire accounts for the majority of demons in the world.

So Lao Li's surprise was only superficial.

Anyway, it won’t be the sword-cutting warriors from China. After all, the old guys in the country never leave their homes, and the new generation doesn’t show off so much.

Then the armored man's next sentence in Chinese made Lao Li spit out the tea he had just drunk.

……

"Huh, the dragon body is quite uncomfortable."

Yang Pojun breathed a sigh of relief after regaining control of his body.

(Why did you throw me down, you idiot! Damn, if I hadn’t been quick enough to combine, I would have been defeated.)

"Isn't there an Emperor Armor that automatically protects the body?"

(?You, a person who didn't buy a ticket, barged in during the game and interrupted the game with weapons. You acted like an emperor hero when you were a villain. Aren't you afraid of having nightmares at night?)

"Then Shura-shi will be alright? Obviously...oh, three summoners and two wanted criminals, so it's alright then."

(Whether Lufa is a wanted criminal is still debatable. After all, King Pierre is not even willing to send more people to hunt him down. Of course, it is not ruled out that King Pierre is a fool.)

"I think he might be sending weaklings to defeat the mentally retarded bosses of the film industry. After all, it's hard for me to believe in the IQ of a guy who attacks heroes for that kind of reason."

(I'm going to take the armored beast back. What are you going to do next?)

"Humph."

Under the armor, Yang Pojun curled the corners of his mouth.

In fact, when he was bored before, he tried to find the hidden function of the Shura Summoner, and it turned out that he found an ability that is quite suitable for use now.

Press and hold the wind button for three seconds, then press the start button. This will allow everyone within the range of his energy field to hear his voice.

[I will not change my name when I travel, nor my surname when I sit. I, Emperor Yan, come here today to defeat all enemies.]

The arrogant words without any respect were accurately conveyed to the ears of everyone on the floating island where the Stubborn Tower was located. The noisy scene that was originally caused by the armored man who fell from the sky defeating the two finalists of the Stubborn Sword Dance Festival suddenly became quiet.

……

"What are you doing, old cow?"

Old Li grabbed Niu Jian who was stretching his wrist and preparing to leave.

"Go and deal with that guy who used the name of our country's ancient sage king. Damn, he dares to use any name these days. It's okay to translate it into Yandi from English, Japanese or Hebrew, but he has the nerve to call it this name in Chinese. He wants to die."

"Calm down, maybe someone is here to fish for you. This kind of thing is very common now. There are more than one or two people who use family tree to fish for you. The two of us came here directly using the divine foot skill. We didn't apply for visas. If you intervene casually, it will be very troublesome later."

"…Then I'll wait and see."

Niu Jian took a deep breath and sat back on the sofa.

……

(Excuse me, what are you doing?)

"I intend to attract hatred. I intend to make a strong enemy fight me, and then I will be disemboweled and my treasure will be taken out."

(Good idea, but why don't you just take it out yourself?)

"It's rare to have such energy reserves, why not take the opportunity to improve your reputation? And shouldn't you say that you'll make some minor changes at this time?"

(Is this something you should have known at that time?)

"Ok?"

Yang Pojun didn't quite understand what he meant.

And it is obvious that the event organizers will not wait until everything is settled before showing up like the police in detective movies.

"Is this gentleman from the Celestial Empire?"

The person who came over, wearing a kimono embroidered with an unknown family crest, was a short old man.

"Yeah, are you going to fight me?"

"If you can retreat now, I can let you go because I once lived in the Celestial Empire. Of course, if you insist on fighting, it's not impossible for an old man like me to do it."

"If possible, I hope to have a young and strong warrior come. If word gets out that someone beat up an old man, it will damage my reputation."

"Emperor Yan? I know a little bit about the history of that country. In the Celestial Empire, this title shouldn't be used casually, right?"

"Indeed, but Yan Di is my name, not a title."

"It's a bit surprising that the Chinese would give themselves such a name."

"Normal. More than one person has said so."

At least when watching Xing Tian, ​​several of Yang Pojun's friends had different opinions on whether Yan Di was Yan Di's name or a title.

By the way, he is a name-based person.

"Is that so? Well, although you seem quite powerful, it is against the rules to attack in the middle of a battle. Please just fall down obediently."

A cane appeared in the old man's hand.

The fierce momentum was overwhelming, and even the audience far away in the audience seats could feel the sharp momentum.

But since Yang Pojun was wearing armor, he basically didn't feel anything.

"Onkiri!"

A cane, no, a sword in a cane.

Yang Pojun watched as the opponent drew out the slender sword in the staff at an extremely fast speed and attacked him with the sword-drawing and slashing technique, and silently changed the super acceleration from ten times to a hundred times.

The slashing blow, which he originally considered to be swift, suddenly slowed down. Yang Pojun walked over, bent his fingers, and flicked the connection between the blade and the handle.

In reality, the actions of both parties could only be described as incredibly fast. In the eyes of the audience, it took less than half a second for the sword in the old man's staff to fly out.

"I told you, find someone younger. Old sir, you look like you're in your eighties or nineties. Why bother making yourself uncomfortable?"

Turn off super acceleration, Yang Pojun said.

"…Great! Are you from the Shenlong Temple?"

"Shenlong Temple?"

Yang Pojun tilted his head.

I remember that it was the top sect in the Celestial Empire of this world, and it seemed to hold a competition called Doushen Cup. Yang Pojun had considered whether to participate in the competition, after all, it was said that the competition was to determine the strongest regardless of status. If you wanted to gain reputation, it was obviously a good place to go, and you might even find a [hero] or a [villain] who could be the opponent of the [hero].

"Isn't it... That country is really full of hidden talents."

"Thanks for the compliment."

Although Yang Pojun is not from the Celestial Empire in this world.

"I'll just be a little more serious."

The inherent spiritual equipment appeared in his hand again, and the old man's figure disappeared.

……

Niu Jian stood up suddenly and looked at the field with fiery eyes.

"It's incredible. It's incredible."

"how?"

"That armored man is really extraordinary. Not only is there no flaw on his body, but he also has a powerful aura."

"The kind that can only be achieved after one has mastered the martial arts or even become a master, or is it something that a martial arts genius can practice?"

"Grandmaster." Niu Jian's eyes were burning.

"That guy is definitely a master who has been immersed in martial arts for more than sixty years. He is at least a martial arts genius who appears once every hundred years, forty years old or older."

[159] Ares...Flame Star Technology, old man!

Chu Zu is an ancient martial arts technique that exploits the blind spot of human attention.

The human brain does not have the ability to analyze all the information it receives, but the organs used for observation have an excessive ability to collect.

Although it cannot be compared with machines, the speed at which the amount of information increases is still far beyond the processing capacity of the human brain. In order to reduce the burden as much as possible, the brain will process some important information and many low-priority information will be regarded as redundant and abandoned for recognition. This part of the information that is abandoned for recognition will not be processed, but will be stuffed into the human subconscious.

It’s like when people walk on the road, they will see stones and weeds, but they often subconsciously ignore them.

The footwork of "Chu Zu" takes advantage of this point, allowing one's presence to slip into the opponent's subconscious mind, avoiding the opponent's knowledge, and thus breaking into the opponent's sight with dignity.

When the opponent clearly sees you but gives up on identifying you, the person using the pull-foot technique can quietly increase the distance between them to a level that is fatal enough.

The old man who won the title of "Fighting God" - Nango Torajiro, at this moment, approached Yang Pojun using this footwork.

Come on, let me see whether you were able to do what you just did by virtue of your superb martial arts, or just by relying on your sword-cutting ability.

……

Yang Pojun, wearing Shura armor, watched the old man on the screen in front of him twist and turn to get closer to him, with his hand on his cane, ready to draw his sword and chop.

This old man...does he think I'm blind? By the way, this awkward step looks a little familiar.

(My dad used it. I think it was called tiptoeing. The principle is basically to move in one direction to attract the other party's attention, and then move in another direction before the other party reacts.)

Oh, that's the fighting technique he mentioned that only weak people use. This old man doesn't look strong.

Yang Pojun remembered that when they were young, Yang Wuqu often used this method to snatch his sesame seed cakes, fruits and snacks, which made him so angry that he told his father about it. After that, the other party explained the principle while he was being beaten.

After that, people complained that this ability was useless. Because no matter whether the battle was a one-on-one fight or a life-and-death struggle, the target would always fall on a certain part of the opponent's body.

Human vision has power. If you can't use means other than your eyes to identify your opponent's position, this technique is a joke and anyone with a slightly keen sense can notice it.

Even if you don't use your vision to observe your opponent, you can't avoid the need to attack a certain part of the opponent's body, so as long as you focus on comprehensive defense or detecting the attack point within your reaction ability, this ability will become meaningless.

But Yang Pojun remembered that Yang Lucun did not use any of the above methods at that time.

(Limit your perception to a certain area, and you can't see, hear, smell or feel anything else. Once you lock onto your opponent, don't let go and beat him to death. This is how my dad beat up my great-grandfather.)

It sounds too mysterious, so Yang Pojun never learned it before. But now it is different, he can do this with the help of his energy field.

Although the Shura Armor's processor also helps eliminate the interference of this step.

But to be honest, this skill is not that magical. According to his father Yang Lucun, most people find it difficult to distinguish distance and position in a short period of time. It is still possible to get closer by circling for a few rounds, unless you say it is a different world with rules. Then Yang Pojun complained that it sounded like a fantasy.

He stepped on the old man's hand on the top of his cane to prevent him from drawing his sword. Yang Pojun broke the opponent's momentum with just this simple move.

……

"Excellent! He was not affected at all by the tiptoeing, and was interrupted in the middle of a nearly perfect build-up. This time, the old man's momentum was also hit. This battle is already half lost."

Niu Jian watched with great interest this attack and defense which was incomprehensible to an outsider, and explained it in a mumbling manner beside him.

"It's wonderful, but you need to put the knife back first."