"Old Eight!
Old Eight … "
Just as Yang Tian entered the arena, he curiously looked at those rich people who are waving their banknotes and betting. Suddenly, he heard someone call "Old Eight". Moreover, the voice sounds very familiar.
Yang Tian looked in the direction of the voice and saw Zhao Wu waving at him.
Zhao Wu is surrounded by red-haired Xiao Fei, who looks very conspicuous.
There are also Zhou Feng, Liu Xiao, Wang Guang, Li Xuan and Liu Jian. All seven of them are here.
Yang Tian happily laughed and immediately walked over.
This martial arts arena was like a small soccer field, but in the middle was a square martial arts arena. The martial arts arena was surrounded by iron fences.
The iron bars are not very high, only about one meter.
Xiao Fei and others are all warriors, they are squeezing beside the iron bars.
"Old Eight, after this is over, let's go to Heaven on Earth. You promised." Xiao Fei said with smile.
"No problem!" Yang Tian nodded.
At this time, Zhao Wu waved the betting slip in his hand at Yang Tian and said with a smile, "Eighth Brother, I've taken out all the money I can to bet on you winning. You can't lose, or else my wife won't spare me."
"How much?" Yang Tian curiously asked.
Zhao Wu said: "5 million!
If you win, this 5 million will become 25 million. I will pay for your treat later. "
"Pa!"
As soon as Zhao Wu's voice fell, Zhou Feng patted Zhao Wu's head and said: "Don't worry, old Eight will definitely win. Just wait to count the money!"
Zhao Wu touched his head and said with wry smile: "Why did you hit me?
You bet 10 million, more than me! "
Zhou Feng awkwardly smiled.
"Old Eight, they all bet a few million or tens of millions. I bet 100 million!" Xiao Fei said at this time.
Of course, Yang Tian is happy that his teammates completely trust him. He said with smile: "Don't worry, this time you will make enough money!"
Yang Tian must win because if he loses, he will die!
After chatting with Xiao Fei and the others for a while, Du Xiongwu finally arrived.
When Yang Tian and Du Xiongwu stood in the middle of the arena with weapons, the surrounding audience all shut their mouths and looked at the two without blinking, especially the warriors.
Martial Artists were the wealthiest people in this world, almost all the Martial Artists had placed their bets. The outcome between Yang Tian and Du Xiongwu would affect their monetary benefits.
Also, as a warrior, they naturally want to see a showdown between experts and gain battle experience.
Yang Tian held his saber and quietly looked at Du Xiongwu who is more than ten meters away from him.
Du Xiongwu is using a type of hook saber. This is a custom-made weapon. The length and shape of this saber is similar to the Tang saber in Yang Tian's hand. The difference is that the tip of this saber is a sharp hook, just like the tip of a fish hook. If it pierces into a person's body, with a pull, a large piece of flesh will be hooked off. It is a ruthless weapon.
Moreover, it is very likely that this weapon is smeared with poison.
Du Xiongwu is also wearing simple leather armor.
This kind of leather armor is not simple. Its defensive ability is even stronger than the armor worn by Qi Xun and Wei Zhong.
The two of them looked at each other and then there is a long silence. Neither of them made the first move.
This situation lasted for a few minutes.
"Why aren't they fighting?"
"Yeah!
What are they waiting for? "
"Don't make a sound!
You guys don't know shit!
In a fight between experts, a moment of carelessness will give the opponent an opportunity. They are accumulating power! "
…
Soon, whispers of discussion could be heard from the surrounding crowd.
Most of the people who spoke were the family members of the warriors and wealthy businessmen. These people are not warriors and naturally do not understand why Yang Tian and Du Xiongwu have waited for so long and did not make a move.
As for the warriors, they are holding their breaths and watching the two of them without blinking. They are afraid that if they blinked, the two of them will make a move …
Looking at Du Xiongwu, Yang Tian was originally a little nervous. This is his first time dueling with a real Level Eight warrior. Being nervous is an instinctive reaction.
But after a few minutes of adjusting his mentality, there is only one thought in his mind, and that is to defeat the person in front of him.
This is the psychological quality that Yang Tian has trained in the forest for half a year.
"Peng!"
Suddenly, the two of them moved at the same time and rushed towards each other.
Both of their feet stomped on the ground, creating a deep hole in the grass.
Warriors do not know Qinggong. In order to exert power, they need something to borrow power from. The more power they use, the more damage it will cause to the object.
"Peng!"
Almost at the same moment the two of them moved, they collided. The two weapons collided and made a rapid vibrating sound.
Yang Tian and Du Xiongwu's figures bounced back at the same time.
"Phew ~"
After stabilizing his body, Yang Tian let out a long breath. He felt his arm is a little numb. Du Xiongwu is indeed a Level Eight warrior. His strength is incomparable to a Level Seven warrior.
Du Xiongwu also stopped at this time. He and Yang Tian had the same feeling.
"This kid, his body doesn't look strong, but his strength is great!" Du Xiongwu thought to himself as he looked at Yang Tian.
"Peng!
Peng! "
Suddenly, the two of them moved again. There were two consecutive sounds of feet stomping on the ground.
Their figures once again "collided" with each other.
"Tch ~"
This time, when the two of their weapons collided, there was no loud sound of impact. Instead, there was an ear-piercing sound of friction.
Just like before, the two of them were quickly bounced back by each other's strong strength.
What was different from before was that the two of them did not separate immediately. Instead, in a short two seconds, they exchanged more than ten moves.
Ordinary people could only hear the sound of metal rubbing against each other, but they could not see their movements clearly because it was too fast.
After the two of them separated, they once again rushed towards each other.
Yang Tian was very careful with Du Xiongwu, especially with his weapon. This was because the hook blade might have been smeared with Level Eight Sea Dragon Venom. This was something that should not be touched.
"Chi chi … Peng peng … Dang dang …"
The two of them constantly flashed in the arena that was less than a thousand square meters. It was a dazzling sight.
"Old Eight's speed is so fast. I am already a Level 5 Martial Artist, but I can't even last one move against Old Eight."
Xiao Fei said seriously as he stared at the battle between the two of them.
"Old Eight is so powerful!"
Zhao Wu said in surprise.
Xiao Fei did not explain because there was no need for him to explain.
To the spectating Martial Artists, a battle of this level was simply unimaginable. Yang Tian and Du Xiongwu's figures flashed like fleeting shadows. Their speed was too fast, like lightning. They were probably close to the speed of sound!
"Peng!"
At this moment, there was a loud sound. Yang Tian and Du Xiongwu separated at the same time.
The two of them fought for more than ten minutes. Du Xiongwu was already panting slightly, but Yang Tian was still calm. His face was not red, and he was not panting.
Seeing Yang Tian's calm and composed appearance, Du Xiongwu's eyes flashed with a fierce glint.
Yang Tian's growth was too fast. In just half a year, he had become a Level 8 Martial Artist. His advancement speed could only be described as "terrifying."
As a Level Eight martialist, Du Xiongwu naturally understood that it would take a long time for a martialist to grow from a Level One martialist to a Level Eight martialist.
Yang Tian's uniqueness naturally caused him to have a deep sense of wariness.