Chapter 446 Divisional Preliminaries
Area A Arena.
The specifications of this arena are the same as those of C.
The beautiful female host had a beautiful professional smile on her face, stood on the highest stage, and gave a beautiful opening speech.
The clear and melodious voice continued to echo in the venue through the miniature microphone worn on the black lace edge of the stalwart chest.
After finishing the basic content of the competition system and some scene words to arouse the audience's emotions, the female host pointed at the entrance channel, swaying into a turbulent wave.
The audience howled fiercely.
"Then, today's first opening match is about to begin! We invite two contestants!"
In the dark passage.
Hawkeye Mihawk and another unknown swordsman walked out together. The moment the two appeared, the atmosphere in the arena reached a climax!
In order to ensure the atmosphere of the sword trial meeting, the two warring parties in the opening match directly selected two powerful swordsmen, one of whom was the "initiator" of this sword trial meeting.
Mihawk and the strange swordsman looked at each other in the air, and almost simultaneously stepped onto the large arena in the central area.
The imaging phone bug projected every move of the two contestants on the screen with great clarity.
The beautiful female host briefly introduced the basic information of these two powerful swordsmen to the audience, and then left the stage without any further nonsense, leaving the stage to the two talented contestants.
A ten-second countdown began to appear on the big screen.
The tense atmosphere quickly spread, and the cheering audience on the opening stage gradually became quiet and held their breath.
Only the two judges in the commentary box began to talk about pre-fight strength analysis and prediction of the outcome of the battle.
"Three...two...one!"
Bang!
The moment the countdown ended, Mihawk immediately reached out to hold the cross sword on his back, pulled it out like a flash of lightning, and waved his right arm heavily.
A cyan flying slash that was half the size of the main arena was swung out by Mihawk. In the blink of an eye, it flew dozens of meters away and came to the front of the strange swordsman.
Boom——
The unknown great swordsman also drew out the famous sword he wore on his waist, and condensed a layer of extremely tough black armed domineering energy on the blade, which barely resisted Mihawk's flying slash.
But under the huge power of the cyan slash, the strange swordsman was still pushed to the edge of the ring.
Seeing this situation, there was an uproar in the commentary box and the audience stage.
The strength has not reached a certain level, and many people simply cannot see how strong the character they are judging is.
Just like before the competition officially started, the two judges believed that the strange swordsman should be almost as powerful as Mihawk, or at least a "huge trouble".
But in fact, even if they are both great swordsmen, the gap in strength between them can be terrifying!
The strange swordsman had blue veins on his forehead, and with both arms, he pushed the green flying slash in front of him into the sky.
Looking across the ring from a distance, Mihawk's iconic "Eagle Eyes" were reflected in the pupils of the strange swordsman, causing him tremendous psychological pressure.
"What a monster!"
There are three ways to win the Sword Trial Tournament: Defeat your opponent, have your opponent admit defeat directly, and knock your opponent off the ring!
After just one blow, he was forced to the edge of the ring.
If you don't want to lose directly, the unknown swordsman has no choice but to use his unique skills to defeat the enemy!
However...
Mihawk didn't give his opponent any time to react.
He held the cross sword in his hand and swung it from top to bottom again.
A vertical flying slash was bombarded along with his movement, and once again it instantly spanned more than half of the arena and landed in front of the strange swordsman.
Wherever the cyan flying slash struck, the extremely hard arena floor was easily separated, cutting out an extremely deep black ravine.
Bang!
A muffled sound!
The strange swordsman lost his balance and fell off the ring, raising a cloud of dust.
"…Winner, Hawkeye."
The judges dryly announced the results of the competition, and there was silence in the audience.
No one expected that Hawkeye Mihawk just made two flying slashes, and the great swordsman opponent carefully selected by Toriyama Island officials would be knocked off the ring and lose the game directly.
The opening game ended so quickly!
"Is this a win?"
"That's it?"
Incredible whispers sounded from all corners of the stands, and then gradually turned into sporadic cheers.
Although the audience's original expectations were to see a bloody and hearty battle.
But they also enjoy straight-up crushing games like this.
"Muqiang" is almost the instinct of the people in Dahai!
……
The opening game of Zone A was forced into a crushing game by the Hawkeyes.
But in the opening matches of the remaining three districts, the six selected swordsmen fought vigorously and fiercely.
The moment the opening match finally ends, after the winner of the opening match is decided, the normal qualifying rounds begin.
Including the middle arena, a total of nine arenas have referees, and draw duels are held at the same time.
Thousands of swordsmen competed in the first round of preliminary rounds, keeping everything simple.
Most of the battles between swordsmen are fast and dangerous, and a battle can end in about ten minutes.
Area C.
After Adrian silently watched the ring match for more than half an hour in the stands, the number "388" was finally announced on the radio.
Pointing his toes to the ground, just using his own speed, Adrian was as fast as a phantom, appearing directly on a small ring in the lower right corner of the arena.
The one chosen to be his opponent was a young swordsman with the serial number C64, wearing a black armor that was extremely gorgeous in appearance but extremely cumbersome in reality.
The title of "white flour" has been known to most people after fermentation in the past few days.
At least the referees and opponents in the ring have obviously heard of his reputation.
"Drink!"
The armored swordsman let out an angry roar, as if to cheer himself up, and ran over with a clanking sound, dragging a suit of extremely thick black armor.
Covered with [Virtual Face], no one can see Adrian's expression.
[Snow walking] collided with the one-handed rapier in the armored swordsman's hand.
The opponent's battle information pops up on the panel.
‘Level 52… has no value, not even the value of communication. ’
Adrian exerted a slight force on his arm and directly knocked his opponent and his sword away to the bottom of the ring.
The fight ended in the blink of an eye, and the referee was not surprised at all.
He walked quickly to Adrian and asked very respectfully.
"Mr. White Face, would you like to continue the competition, or choose to step down and wait for the next round?"
There are unwritten rules for the Sword Trial Conference.
If someone defeats his opponent and feels he still has some strength left, he can choose to continue fighting in the ring.
Keep winning.
Or until death in battle.
Adrian naturally didn't want to waste time waiting, so he said quietly.
"Continue."
Thank you very much to "Wen Changbuhui" for the 500 starting coin reward! !
Well, I went to read other people's books again...
This is the first update, and there will definitely be another update today.
Otherwise I am a pig.
Probably after ten o'clock.
(Don’t worry, the cold is much better)
(End of chapter)