Chapter 215 Han Sword

Walking into the lobby on the top floor, Song Jian found that the interior decoration was the same as that of the NBA arena. In the middle was the ring, which was almost twice the size of the normal ring. On the ring, there was a projection TV, which played the battle scene on the ring.

Around the ring are a circle of stepped seats, not many people are watching at this time, only about one-third of the seat is seated.

In the ring, two boxers were fighting fiercely. Song Jian narrowed his eyes, and neither of them were wearing defense or boxing gloves.

"How about it, it's true, only this kind of place is the most suitable for you!" Wu Xuan pointed at the ring with an excited expression on his face and said, "As soon as you come in today, I can see that you and Gutou are not the same. All the way, the coaches in the fitness club, although some have been on the battlefield, but you can see how bloody they are now?"

"Even the old head has a self-cultivation appearance. Learning swordsmanship with him is a waste for you!" Wu Xuan said.

Song Jian glanced at Wu Xuan in surprise. When he was training with Gu Gu, he felt this way, so he chose to leave without hesitation. Unexpectedly, Wu Xuan showed it. This man's eyesight , really nasty.

"Hey, a little surprised?" Wu Xuan said with a smile: "We rely on this pair of eyes to do our business. Look first and tell me if you want to play. I will arrange it. There is no introduction from the agent here. Way to go on stage!"

"So, you are my manager?" Song Jian laughed.

"Haha, eat a meal!" Wu Xuan nodded and said with a smile.

"Okay, if there is a weapon battle, sign up for me, but I don't have a weapon in my hand right now, you have to find me a sword with a better quality. In addition, if the hand is heavy here, people will No more..." Song Jian hesitated.

Hearing that Song Jian wanted to play, Wu Xuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he waved his hand quickly and said, "It doesn't matter, the backstage of this game is extremely hard, but you have to be careful yourself, if you really stumble here, then... "

Song Jian nodded and stopped talking.

Wu Xuan glanced at Song Jian, patted him on the shoulder, told him to wait here, and then ran towards the office next to him. After a while, Wu Xuan returned to Song Jian's side.

"Say hello, you can play in two more games, this is your opponent's information, take a good look!" Wu Xuan handed Song Jian a piece of A4 paper with the opponent's information printed on it.

"As for the other weapons, you need to choose your own weapons. Generally, players will bring their own weapons. Although the weapons in the field are of good quality, they are still their own weapons. Anyway, there is still time, otherwise we will go and get them now. It's too late..." Wu Xuan said hesitantly.

Song Jian waved his hand and said, "Just use the weapons here."

"Okay, come with me, go pick weapons first!" Wu Xuan said, and took Song Jian down the aisle to a room next to him.

In this room, there are rows of equipment racks with various weapons on them. A man in his twenties is sitting behind a wooden table by the door, playing with a computer.

"Xiaohui, you are on duty today!" Wu Xuan handed over a voucher and stuffed another pack of cigarettes.

"Angkor, have you found a good boxer again?" The man called Xiaohui looked up at Wu Xuan, pushed off the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked up and down at Song Jian.

"Hey, let's find a good sword for us first, we'll be playing soon." Wu Xuan said quickly with an embarrassed look on his face.

"Okay, the second row of shelves on the far left, go pick it yourself, this time the company has bought a batch of new products, and the quality is okay!" Xiaohui pointed to the left and said.

"Okay, then you're busy first, let's go and see!" Wu Xuan dragged Song Jian toward the inside;

When I came to the place where Xiaohui pointed, there were three rows of equipment racks, all of which were all kinds of long swords.

"Song Jian, choose it yourself, see which one is in your hand!" Wu Xuan said.

Song Jian took out a long sword closest to him, unsheathed it and took a closer look. These long swords were all just forged. Although they were all sharpened, they had never been used.

Song Jian stretched out his hand and lightly flicked on the blade, "click", a tiny crack spread from the place where he flicked.

"What are these things!" Song Jian's face suddenly darkened, he put the long sword back into the sheath, and put it back on the equipment rack.

Wu Xuan, who was next to him, was stunned when he saw it, and whispered, "It shouldn't be, how can such a fake product appear? This rebate is a bit too cruel."

Song Jian cracked seven or eight long swords in a row, becoming a little impatient;

"Hey, this is a good one!" Song Jian took out another sword. The weight of this sword was a little heavier than the previous ones. The blade was long and narrow, and it was ground on eight sides.

With a flick of the flick, a crisp sword sound of "Om~" sounded, the blade trembled slightly, and the light was refracted like a puddle of clear water.

"That's it!" Song Jian put the sword back into the scabbard and held it in his hand with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Okay, it's fine!" Wu Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. Weapons are very important in weapon battles. If the weapons are not good, the strength will be lost by more than half.

After waiting for more than an hour, it was Song Jian's turn to play. At this time, there were a lot of bloodstains on the arena. Three or four service staff were busy wiping it. After another ten minutes, the ring was wiped clean.

Stepping on the hard rubber floor on the ring, Song Jian could still smell the faint smell of blood, and he couldn't help feeling a little sad. As long as he stepped on this ring, he would be fighting for his life. spent in bed or in a wheelchair.

Song Jian took a deep breath, and his eyes fell on a man in a white long shirt opposite. The man was holding a long knife in his arms and a short knife hanging from his waist. He stood straight and his eyes were cold.

Song Jian turned a deaf ear to the explanations next to the ring and the noise of the audience, and only saw his opponents;

"Why does this guy look like a little Japan?" Song Jian narrowed his eyes and looked at each other up and down;

clang~

"Game start!"

A crisp bell rang, and the man in the white long shirt on the opposite suddenly shouted, drew out a long knife, and rushed towards Song Jian;

"Fuck, the samurai sword, it's really a little Japan!" Song Jian narrowed his eyes and pressed the spring with his right hand, and the scabbard suddenly popped out.

The left hand grabbed the scabbard and threw it forward, and the scabbard flew towards the opponent like a sharp arrow;

"Tasso!" Little Japan swung the samurai sword forward sharply, and even cut the scabbard into two pieces, and the killing intent rushed towards him.

Song Jian swung his sword with one hand, and while rushing forward, his wrist kept flipping. The long sword was as light as a lantern in his hand, making a low whistling sound;

"Death!" Song Jian waved his right hand when he saw Little Japan coming towards his face, and smashed the long sword in his hand towards the opponent's head;

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