Chapter 82 Zen Heart Martial Arts: I am not a wild beast amplifier!
When the leader said he wanted to use the ring, everyone on the ring came down. Rather than fighting on the ring themselves, they wanted to know who the leader was going to fight against.
Also, observe more closely where the gap lies between himself and the seventh-level masters.
Since it was a ring match, they naturally couldn't be as reckless as a life-and-death battle. Margaret changed to a wooden sword, and Mo Cheng looked at the weapon rack and drew out a wooden sword that suited him.
Seeing Mo Cheng holding a weapon, Margaret raised her eyebrows and was slightly surprised, "Priest, are you good at using a sword?"
With a flick of his wrist, the sword swung create several sword flowers, demonstrating with his actions that he was not completely ignorant of swordsmanship. "I know a little bit. As long as the weapon is not too weird, I can use it to some extent."
It's a ring match, and there are spectators present, so naturally some rules need to be set to prevent the spectators from being affected.
"No drugs, no light, no super injuries, any problems?"
Subconsciously, he brought up the usual rules of the fighting arena, and after he finished speaking, Mo Cheng realized that this was not the [Foreign Land], and not everyone might understand what he said.
"Potion-based amplification is prohibited, heart-light bodies are prohibited, and damage above the Elite level is prohibited. Is this how I understand it?"
Margaret seemed to have been in various fighting arenas, and could easily understand the rules in Mo Cheng's words, "In this way, for you, the priest, the rules are not in your favor."
"I don't care. Let's get started."
Hearing what the other party said, Margaret raised her sword in front of her and performed a noble etiquette. At the same time, Mo Cheng also held the sword with both hands, with the tip of the sword facing down, and returned the greeting with the fighting etiquette commonly used by national server players.
The moment the two sides finished their salute, the air was cut, sliced, and squeezed out of its original area by the sword pressure.
Margaret's sword flashed continuously at an extremely fast speed in an extremely short distance, not only blocking Mo Cheng's direct but powerful thrust, but also disturbing the air on the ring to form wind blades, attacking Mo Cheng from all directions like birds, looking for Mo Cheng's flaws.
If dragon scales appeared on his body, then this powerless wind blade would only end in defeat by the dragon scales, but it had been agreed before that the heart light body was prohibited, so Mo Cheng naturally would not break the rules.
"Ha, interesting little trick."
Mo Cheng grabbed the hilt with both hands, and with all his strength, he caused the wooden sword to explode from the inside out, with countless wooden thorns and fragments flying everywhere. "Then I'll show you something interesting in return!"
The fragments shot in all directions, and each piece carried a ray of holy light. The holy light used the fragments as a carrier to collide with the wind blade. The light and wind canceled each other out, and the fragments lost their power and fell to the ground after flying out of the ring.
One for one, but Mo Cheng no longer had any weapons in his hands, so if you really count it, he lost a move.
Realizing that the advantages between the two had widened at this moment, Margaret decisively stepped forward, dragging the sword with both hands, and with a step, her right elbow brought a strong wind towards him.
Mo Cheng bent his waist backwards, forming a 90-degree right angle with his waist as the center, and his upper body was parallel to the ground, thus avoiding the elbow aimed at his face.
But the elbow was just a prelude. After the strike missed, Margaret turned her wrist and chopped down on the head with the sword in both hands. The wooden sword made a "humming" sound, and if it hit her, her skin would be red for a long time.
Mo Cheng supported himself with both hands, using his hands as a support point, exerted force from his waist, and kicked the female knight in the face with his legs like a startled snake. The female knight slowed down her sword and placed it across her chest to block the path that Mo Cheng's feet must take, while kicking out silently.
Mo Cheng seemed to have eyes on his back. He grasped the female knight's foot tightly with his right hand and used only his left hand for support. At the same time, he crossed his legs and clamped Margaret's forearm. Then, he burst out with strength from his waist and knocked Margaret to the ground.
According to Mo Cheng's habit in the fighting arena, he should rush forward and punch the face in a series of punches in a riding position, but considering that this is not the [ Foreign Land , he gave up this idea.
It's just a competition, there's no need to show hatred.
The moment Margaret fell to the ground, she exerted force suddenly, flipped backwards, and with a beautiful dive, she avoided the possibility of further attacks from Mo Cheng.
"Nice attack, Priest. Wasn't that Jiu-Jitsu?"
"What? Are you going to admit defeat after just a small attack?"
The environment of the ring made Mo Cheng subconsciously want to spray trash talk, but luckily he remembered that the person in front of him was not an enemy, but the largest purchaser of Albert House's Glimmer Ointment, the financial sponsor, and also one of .
"How is that possible? Be careful, drink!"
With a low shout, Margaret covered the arena in the wind field she created. The wind that was moving all the time formed a restraint, slowing down Mo Cheng's speed, and even his body became unstable due to the influence of the wind.
Realizing that Margaret was about to show her real strength, Mo Cheng's pupils dilated and he looked like a dead tree, neither alive nor dead, neither clean nor dirty, neither here nor there.
The Zen Heart Martial Arts accelerated Mo Cheng's five senses and thinking. Mo Cheng saw at this moment that a high-intensity wind vortex was condensed on the wooden sword in Margaret's hand. Although the penetrating power formed by the high-speed rotation of the whirlwind was consciously controlled within the destructive power of the rules by the opponent, if Mo Cheng was hit by this move, the only outcome waiting for him would be failure.
Mo Cheng doesn't like failure!
Facing the sword-shaped wind vortex, Mo Cheng stretched out a finger, a finger wrapped in holy light.
Before the fingers touched the wooden sword, the vortex of wind started fighting with the holy light. The sharp wind cut the light, and the overbearing light eroded the wind. The two refused to give in and attacked each other.
At this moment, Mo Cheng's fingers passed through the whirlpools of wind and touched the wooden sword.
Immediately afterwards, every part of Mo Cheng's body vibrated with a very small amplitude and a very high frequency, and his body spread the vibration throughout the body as if in resonance, and then condensed under Mo Cheng's powerful control, and all the power of the vibration rushed to his fingers.
then……
"collapse!"
The wooden sword could not withstand the high-intensity shock transmitted by the fingers, and it broke in the middle of the sword, with half of the wooden sword flying into the air.
The two men on the ring locked eyes and in an instant, they launched the final attack.
The wind was howling, and it blinded the eyes of others. When the audience opened their eyes again, they saw an unimaginable scene.
The female knight held the broken wooden sword across the priest's neck, while the priest also held the half of the wooden sword that was shaken away between his fingers and held it across the female knight's neck.
Judging from the results, this is the result that the law enforcement team members are most reluctant to believe.
Both sides suffer!
As the leader of a seventh-tier law enforcement group, he fought a priest of the Church of Light to a draw.
As everyone knows, the clergy of the Glorious Church have almost no combat power.
