Chapter 2258: A Sword

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After all, there is still a big gap between the teaching of the Juggernaut and the teaching without the Juggernaut.

No matter how high the talent is, without a famous teacher to lead the way, it is useless.

That's not to say it's impossible to be talented.

It's just that there are no guides. To become a talent, there are definitely many more detours to go through than there are guides.

But it is precisely because of this that if the contestants can pass the second round of the test, they will usually attract the attention of the Sword Saint.

However, the defeated Sword Saint disciples will probably be punished when they return.

As a disciple of the Sword Saint, if he was defeated by another disciple of the Sword Saint, it would be excusable.

But you can't even beat a self-cultivating martial artist, so what else is there to say?

If you haven't been expelled from the teacher's door, it's already opened up.

"It's okay, Pesha, don't be nervous."

"My master is the Dragon Slayer Sword Saint! I will definitely win!"

Peisha, who was standing on the stage of the competition, had no expression on her face, but she was constantly cheering herself up in her heart.

Born in the Varan Empire, Pesha of the Oka family, originally this life, just passed.

It is really difficult to get the favor of the Juggernaut.

So I was fortunate enough to worship under the door of the Dragon Slayer Sword Saint. No matter what, Pesha did not want to embarrass her master.

Qi Le was sitting on the spectator seat, quietly watching the situation on the competition stage.

Every Juggernaut's viewing seat is the best viewing position.

After the game starts, the sword saints who are familiar with each other will also exchange their views.

Because the sword skills of these young people are too superficial for the Sword Saint.

So chatting can be considered fun.

It's just that Dragon Slaying Sword Saint has always been aloof and arrogant, so this time no one came to find Qi Le.

This also made Qi Le a lot easier.

...

Nine in the morning.

The official martial arts competition starts on time.

There are ten competition platforms, a total of twenty contestants, all standing on their respective competition platforms.

Then under the referee's signal, the two sides bowed and saluted.

The rules of the martial arts competition are very simple.

On the competition stage, no props other than weapons shall be used, and no killer shall be deliberately used.

One of the parties can no longer fight or admit defeat, and the game is over.

The extremely simple rules are to allow the contestants to exert their strongest strength, so as not to be tied.

For this, Pesha naturally knows.

So after her first opponent stepped onto the stage, Peisha also took a deep breath.

Finally, it begins!

"I heard that you are the first disciple of Dragon Slaying Sword Saint, and it has been less than a month since you entered the door of Dragon Slaying Sword Saint."

"Just come to the official competition of the martial arts competition, are you not afraid of embarrassing your master?"

Standing hand in hand with Pesha was a burly man.

The weapon used is an epee, and the fighting style shown in the audition is biased towards opening and closing, and is good at suppressing the enemy with powerful attacks to achieve victory.

A formidable opponent.

The audience in the square was also discussing at the moment.

"Is this the disciple of Dragon Slaying Sword Saint? It seems that this is the first time to participate in the martial arts competition."

"I heard that she has only practiced with Dragon Slayer Sword Saint for less than 20 days."

"What? In less than twenty days, you dare to participate in the martial arts competition?"

"Yeah, I've never heard of such a person before. Why did Sword Saint Dragon Slaying accept her as a disciple?"

"Listen to what you said, this year's Martial Arts Competition, the first disciple of the Sword Saint to be eliminated is probably the disciple of the Dragon Slayer Sword Saint."

"It seems to be called Pesha..."

"Pesha Oka, the Oka family from the Varan Empire."

"exactly……"

Because Pesha's experience is so peculiar, almost no one is optimistic about her.

In every martial arts competition, there will always be a few dark horses that can eliminate the disciples of the Sword Saint.

So this time, the people of the Azer Empire felt that Pesha must be the first to be eliminated.

There is no way, what's the use of just hanging the name of a sword saint disciple.

Peisha followed the Dragon Slayer Sword Saint and practiced for less than a month. What can she learn?

And they haven't used the audition to prove their strength.

It's strange that someone can take it seriously.

"I don't need you to care if I will embarrass Master. I only know that you will be embarrassed soon."

When Pesha heard the burly man say this, her face sank immediately.

"Hmph, the tone is not small."

"Do you really think that with the name of a Sword Saint disciple, how strong can you become?"

The burly man snorted coldly and said disdainfully.

Among the hundreds of thousands of applicants who can pass the audition, who is not a proud person.

They were convinced of the Sword Saint, or else they would not have gone through untold hardships and wanted to worship the Sword Saint.

But for the disciples of Juggernaut, they did not

What awe.

In the eyes of these arrogant and arrogant people, they just think: If these guys were not from a better background, why would they be the disciples of these Sword Saints?

So for Pesha, the burly man naturally has no good breath.

"Then come try it."

Pesha's eyes were cold and she said indifferently.

At this time, the referee left the field and announced the start of the game.

"Okay, then let me show you how powerful you are!"

The burly man pulled out the epee behind his back with a backhand, and slashed towards Peisha.

What this sword needs is ferocious momentum, in order to seize the initiative in this battle, so as to suppress the enemy and achieve victory.

However, seeing the sword getting closer, Pesha did not move at all.

This scene can not help but make the audience a little stunned.

"Is this, are you scared stupid?"

"The disciple of the dignified Dragon Slaying Sword Saint was actually frightened and fooled on the martial arts stage. This is really a big joke."

"Shame, shame!"

"Alas, Dragon Slaying Sword Saint became famous in the first battle, but was destroyed by his disciples."

"I can't even hold on to a formal competition. I'm afraid that after the martial arts competition, I will be directly expelled from the division."

Under the stage, there was a one-sided voice of bad chanting, all lamenting that the reputation of Dragon Slayer Sword Saint was not guaranteed.

But on stage, Pesha's eyes showed a strange look.

"Drawing sword - unsheathed!"

The hand resting on the hilt of the sword moved suddenly.

Pesha's sword, like a flash of lightning, swept across the competition stage.

Then in the next moment, everyone only saw Pesha standing with a sword on the competition stage, but the heavy sword of the burly man stopped in mid-air and did not cut it down for a long time.

"Full of flaws."

Pesha made a sound, then slowly sheathed her sword.

A bloodstain appeared on the neck of the burly man, and blood spilled out.

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