2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

I have to admit that this boy's abilities are very powerful, but unfortunately he doesn't have enough combat experience. Both his offensive and defensive intentions are too obvious.

The weapon master's flaw just now was deliberately exposed. The purpose was to guide the opponent to use his ability to increase the weight of the long stick and then slash down.

He seemed to be unable to dodge, but in fact his body was already prepared. He saw the right moment and made a beautiful forward roll to avoid the opponent's stick very easily.

All of this was just like what he had rehearsed in his mind.

The weapon master who was squatting on the ground drew a perfect arc with his left leg as the center of the circle. He hit the boy's legs and kicked him to the ground. Then he smashed down the two sticks in his hands and hit the opponent's chest hard. Came twice.

Then the uncle in white training clothes got up from the ground and squatted next to the young man lying on the floor, as if his injuries could not affect his movements at all.

"Admit defeat, you are no match for me...what are you doing?"

The weapon master was keenly aware that the other person was reaching out to touch his clothes, and immediately slapped that hand with a stick.

"Hiss..." Yan Long's face twisted in pain under the mask.

"Are you admitting defeat?" The weapons master raised the broken stick in his hand as if to strike. The boy quickly crossed his hands in front of his face.

After a long time, he didn't feel any pain. Yan Long lowered his hand slightly and saw that the other party had stood up straight and was looking down at him.

"I originally wanted to have some fun today, but I didn't expect to be hurt like this by you."

The weapons master made a secret gesture towards the female host. The other party understood it and cut off the loudspeaker placed in the corner of the arena. The onlookers outside could no longer hear the sound in the glass cover clearly.

"Do you know who I am?" The middle-aged uncle looked a little scary at this time, his eyes were wide-eyed, and the whites of his eyes were faintly bloodshot.

"Weapon Master." Yan Long said nonsense expressionlessly while lying on the ground.

"I am the money tree of Peach Blossom Spring, one of the most popular gladiators here." The weapons master tilted his neck and kept spinning the two broken sticks in his hands: "As long as I want to, your opponent in every gladiator in the future will be me. ."

"I won't necessarily lose to you next time." The dark eyes behind the young man's mask were calm and determined.

The weapon master seemed to have heard a joke, and the corner of his mouth twitched with a stiff arc: "I already know what your superpower is, and you can no longer hurt me. Isn't the fight just now enough to prove this?"

Yan Taki didn't speak, he just stared at the other person, as if he wanted to imprint this unshaven face in his mind.

"In a normal gladiatorial fight, I would change between 4 and 7 weapons. However, to deal with you, I have only used a long stick so far." The weapons master narrowed his eyes and said softly:

"If I have a knife in my hand, no matter how heavy your stick is, it will be cut into pieces."

As soon as he finished speaking, the broken stick in his right hand turned into a long knife that flashed with cold light.

"If it's a flying spur, you'll have a few more holes in your body the moment the game starts."

The broken stick in the weapon master's left hand disappeared, and there were several black steel spikes with two pointed ends and a bulge in the middle between his fingers.

He suddenly raised his hand and waved, and these steel thorns pierced into the floor on the side of Yan Long's face, only a few centimeters away from his ears.

The steel thorn penetrated into the hard floor to a depth of two to three centimeters. You can imagine how powerful it would be if it were shot on a human body.

"If it's a spear, I'm sure I'll pierce your throat the first time I meet you."

A red-tasseled spear appeared in the weapon master's left hand. The tip of the spear shone coldly under the light, hanging a few centimeters above the boy's throat. The biting coldness made the hairs around his neck stand up.

"The arena is not the place for a little brat like you who has his tail raised to the sky as soon as he gets superpowers. Do you understand?"

The weapon master retracted his spear, squatted down with empty hands, and looked down at the eyes of the young man on the floor behind the mask: "Now, either admit defeat, or be beaten half to death by me and thrown away, choose one."

Yan Long didn't speak, but those eyes staring straight at the other person had already told him the answer.

"Okay, okay, I won't hold back anymore. If you break your arms and legs, don't go home and complain to your father. When the time comes, your father will come over and be beaten up by me, and he will have to do it again." Go back crying and call your grandpa..."

The weapons master shook his head and turned to leave, completely unaware that the eyes of the young man behind him suddenly became fierce.

Yantaki suddenly figured out something.

He came to the arena to collect money to save his grandfather, but the person standing opposite him was an obstacle no matter how objectively speaking. If there are obstacles on the way forward, you just need to clear them away. Why care about the feelings of obstacles?

He had to admit that the weapon master was not a bad person. The other party gave him many opportunities but did not make a heavy move.

However, if he wins this fight, he can collect enough money. If he loses, he can only mortgage his grandfather's brain in the Peach Blossom Spring. There are too many things involved in this victory or defeat, and I have no reason to hold back anymore.

"Hey, your eyes are pretty good. I'm finally a little fierce." Not far away, the weapons master held two broken sticks in his hands. It seemed that he couldn't transform into a third long stick.

Yan Long picked up the root from the ground and stood it up behind his back. He hid his left hand behind his back and held a handful of coins tightly in his palm.

He started running, holding back the severe pain in his body, and ran straight towards the opponent.

In the eyes of the weapons master, the boy's actions were no different from seeking death. He shook his head helplessly, and danced several circles in the air with the two broken sticks in his hands, preparing to hit the stupid young man's head hard.

However, the other party's weird movements finally caught the attention of the weapons master. Combining his abilities and the bag that seemed to contain heavy objects hanging around his waist from the beginning to now, he quickly guessed what the kid was planning to do.

"Grass..."

Before the middle-aged man opposite finished the last word of a word, Yan Long had already stood still, suddenly pulled out his left hand from behind, and threw out more than a dozen coins like a goddess.

There was nowhere to dodge. With such a close distance and so many coins, it was impossible for ordinary people to dodge.

Even if the opponent conjures a thick shield in his hand at this time, the powerful impact caused by each drop of dozens of kilograms of iron rain is enough to break the bones and tendons of the opponent's arms and shoulders behind the iron shield.

Yan Long suddenly regretted that he had used this trick because his brain was so hot.

However, in the next second, he suddenly realized that the scene in front of him had changed.

The glass cover, the gladiatorial platform, and the old man in the white training suit all disappeared inexplicably, and turned into the interior of a room.

There was a bed facing him, and a transparent display screen was attached to the inner wall. On it was a beautiful girl from the recently popular anime posing.

There is a desk and gaming chair on the left side. The latest display screen and game console on the market are placed on the table, and the holographic helmet and controller are placed on the chassis.

On the right side is a dazzling array of weapon racks, daggers, triangular spurs, tridents, scimitars, straight knives, and even an exaggerated gold-plated and silver-plated saber at the bottom...

Before Yan Taki had time to take a closer look, his vision blurred, the interior of the room disappeared, and the familiar glass cover and gladiatorial stage reappeared in his field of vision.

The weapons master standing not far across from him had a look of grief and anger on his face, and shouted angrily: "Damn it, I'll pay for the display screen of my host helmet!!"

Yan Long was a little confused, and all he could think about was, had I just been dazzled? What is that room? And where did the coin I just tossed go?

He couldn't continue thinking. The broken stick in the weapon master's hand not far away had disappeared and turned into a large display screen with a surface full of cracks.

The dejected middle-aged man's eyes were red at this moment, like a predatory lion. He raised the screen high above his head with both hands and smashed it down.

"In the end what happened?"

This was the last thought in Yantaki's mind before he lost consciousness.