Chapter 2493
"Brother Tian, what do you think?"
After watching for a while, Lao Ma looked solemn and asked in a low voice.
Qin Tian sighed and said: "Zhuifeng is still humble."
"Do you still remember what Zhui Feng said when we saw Mu Taoist's information before?"
Lao Ma whispered: "Zhui Feng said that he can hit a hundred moves. After a hundred moves, the outcome is unpredictable."
Qin Tian nodded: "Zhui Feng is being humble. Although he is not a master, he has rich fighting experience. He can fight at least 150 moves with Mu Daoren, a master."
"As for after one hundred and fifty moves, well, it depends on fate."
One sentence of looking at fate has actually made it clear that chasing the wind is still inferior. If nothing unexpected happens, we can only lose.
If you win, it will be a blessing.
To put it bluntly, losing depends on strength, winning depends on luck.
Unfortunately, luck did not favor Zhui Feng after all. After one hundred and fifty moves, he was obviously struggling.
Mouton, on the other hand, still had a lingering breath and his expression remained unchanged.
The dark power carried on his wooden sword began to affect Zhui Feng's long sword in a subtle way. Many times, it could obviously deflect Zhui Feng's sword movement.
Although Zhui Feng discovered this, there was nothing he could do. After all, his inner strength was not as good as others. This was a hard move.
On the 180th move, Mouton suddenly shouted loudly, raised his wooden sword, and knocked away the long knife in Zhui Feng's hand.
The wooden sword was placed on Zhui Feng's neck.
With this move, I originally thought it would end the battle, and Mu Taoist was also ready to end it.
Who knows, Zhui Feng seemed to have expected this move a long time ago. Just when the wooden sword was barely placed on his neck, he suddenly rushed towards Mu Taoist.
Suddenly he bumped into Mu Taoren's arms.
At some point, there was a dagger in his hand, and it was stabbed into Mu Taoist's stomach.
Mu Taoist was shocked by this sudden change, and his expression changed drastically.
He didn't expect that Zhui Feng's combat experience would be so rich.
This time, if you switch to someone with a slightly lower level, you will be killed by your opponent.
As expected of a Mu Taoist, he was almost instinctive. While he retreated his body as much as possible, his other hand was filled with inner energy and was sent towards Zhui Feng's chest.
Bang!
A firm palm slapped on the chest.
Chai Feng instantly flew out like a kite with its string broken. He opened his mouth in mid-air and vomited a mouthful of blood.
However, at the critical moment, the dagger in his hand also remained on Mouton's body.
Even though Mouton retreated, the knife did not hurt any vital parts, but it still left an incision several centimeters deep.
"Asshole!"
"If I had known earlier, I should have killed you with one sword!"
Feeling the severe pain of the wound and the internal energy in his body beginning to leak out, Mouton said angrily.
Zhui Feng did not fall into the lake, but hit the edge of the ring.
He leaned against the railing, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a pale smile: "I'm sorry, Master Dao."
"This time, I lost. However, I am confident that I will kill you next time we meet."
"You -" Mouton's face changed color. He gritted his teeth and stared at Zhui Feng fiercely. He seemed to be considering whether to rush up and kill Zhui Feng with one sword to avoid future troubles.
Qin Tian hurriedly said loudly: "Master Dao, Zhui Feng said, he lost."
"According to the rules, once you admit defeat, you can't take action again. If you don't like it, I can fight you."
Mouton's face was livid, he snorted and walked back holding his stomach.
After all, he was injured, and he would definitely not be able to win against a master like Qin Tian. The veteran is still very self-aware.
Lao Ma hurried over and helped Zhui Feng back.
"Zhui Feng, how do you feel?" Qin Tian asked with concern.
"It's okay." Zhui Feng smiled, but his face was still frighteningly pale.
Chapter completed!