Sissoko's interlocking offensive rhythm, in a sense, did push Moyo into danger.

Of course, Hisoka never thought that this attack alone would kill Moyu.

The result he wants to see is to establish an advantage first and then gradually expand it.

But what he didn’t even expect was——

That black knife turned out to be a material object, and it tore apart all his careful preparations with ease.

The large amount of blood spurting into the air was reflected in Hisoka's eyes full of surprise, and his slightly chaotic thoughts formed scenes of images that flashed rapidly in his mind.

It was a picture of Moyu easily defeating his opponent in the previous ten duels without ever drawing the sword out of its sheath.

This is the scene where Moyu pushed the scabbard over at the beginning of this duel.

This is the scene where Moyu hides the shadow medium used for teleportation in the scabbard.

What was finally fixed was the image of the black knife turning into flying points of light, and then condensing into something in the next moment.

Although he has already mastered the teleportation and teleportation abilities, he still has the ability to develop the manifestation ability.

And it's still a long knife without any special abilities.

Not to mention whether this approach is rational, how can we have such sufficient memory capacity?

But more importantly...

"To mislead me?"

With the blood spilled, Hisoka fell backwards, looking past Moyu and looking at the scabbard inserted diagonally on the ring.

The knife is embodied, but the scabbard is not.

so,

this person……

It was specially equipped with a scabbard that roughly fit it, and I have been carrying the embodied sword for ten games in the Sky Arena...

Are you preparing for this moment?

It was as if I had already "anticipated" this moment when I noticed him?

No, absolutely impossible!

This guy--

It’s just pure insidiousness!

Hisoka's eyes trembled rapidly, and a deep crack appeared in his never-shaken state of mind.

Hisoka, who likes to use various deceptions and tactics to trick others in battle, never thought that he would be tricked by the same person twice in a row.

And the second time there was still "intelligence" support.

But now that I think about it, this "information" actually seems to be the culprit, and it will make people think that "that person's ability ends here."

Hisoka fell heavily to the ground with an extremely complicated emotion that was difficult to describe.

The referee immediately stepped forward, made a gesture to add two points, and said quickly: "A very good attack."

After saying that, he took a few steps forward and stood next to Hisoka.

"Fall to the ground and start counting."

The referee squatted down and looked at the unconscious Hisoka.

If Hisoka loses consciousness at this moment, the referee will immediately declare Moyo the winner.

But Hisoka still retains consciousness, so the referee can only act according to the rules and start the countdown.

If Hisoka can stand up before the countdown ends, Moyo will get one more point, which means he has accumulated four points.

On the other hand, if Hisoka fails to stand up, Moyu's victory can be declared directly.

Moyu held the blood-stained black knife in his hand and looked calmly at Hisoka who was lying on his back and the referee who was half-crouching next to Hisoka who was counting down the seconds.

At this moment, there was dead silence in the entire venue.

At a glance, the faces of the spectators who could be seen clearly with the naked eye showed reactions such as jaw-dropping and dumbfounded.

Even the host didn't dare to take a breath and waited for the referee's countdown to end.

too fast……

How could it end so quickly!

It gives people a sense of "sudden death"!

Countless spectators who had absolute expectations for this top-notch showdown never imagined that the battle would end so quickly.

They thought that Moyu and Hisoka would be inextricably linked, but the reality was that Hisoka was completely defeated and fell within half a minute.

"7,6..."

The referee's timing sound echoed throughout the venue through the microphone, which also lifted the mood of the audience.

Most of the audience here are here for Hisoka.

They were impressed by Sisso's will to "never give up", but now...

"Stand up!!!"

At this moment, in the venue where the referee's voice echoed, a bearded man who looked like a decadent middle-aged man suddenly stood up and shouted excitedly.

"Aren't you a tumbler? How could you fall down so easily!"

"Stand up!!!"

"I, Zi Zhu, have watched you all the way till now. Do you want to live up to my expectations for you!!!"

"Roly-poly, stand up for me!!!"

The spectator who called himself Zi Zhu blushed, his neck veins suddenly appeared, and he looked like he wanted to rush to the ring and lift Hisoka up.

The surrounding spectators who were stunned or had dull expressions on their faces were infected by Zi Zhu's extremely excited emotions.

yes!

They had watched Hisoka, the roly-poly, stumble along the way, and they had also seen Hisoka fall bruised and bruised countless times, but he could stand up every time.

But later on, I became accustomed to Hisoka's successive victories, so that I gradually forgot the original spirit of the roly-poly!

That’s right, that’s a roly-poly, and there’s no way it’ll stop there!

"Stand up, roly-poly!"

In less than a breath, a chain reaction occurred in the auditorium, almost simultaneously shouting for Hisoka to stand up.

Only the decadent man who was the first to speak seemed to have had all his bones taken away, and he slumped down on his seat weakly, with a gloomy look in his haggard eyes.

"It's over, my entire net worth..."

He stared blankly at Hisoka, who was lying on the ring with no sign of getting up.

The cheers and cheers echoing in his ears were more like mocking him.

The surrounding spectators were unaware of Hisoka's psychological activities, and they cheered hard for Hisoka.

Little did they know that their behavior of shouting "roly-poly" was accelerating Hisoka's "eyes turning black".

"5,4..."

The referee's countdown continued, unaffected by the cheers from the audience.

In a box high above the venue.

But Koko stood up and stood directly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the box, looking at Moyu with a bright luster in her eyes.

It's been almost two years since I've been away.

The young man who once turned the tide in the casino is now even stronger.

Really——

Heartwarming.

Koko stared straight at Moyu.

Power is really a fascinating existence.

It's a pity that I can't exactly control it in my hand.

"G2 plus my ability may allow him to..."

Koko suddenly had a terrible idea.

But in the next second, the rationality developed from being in a high place for many years made her decisively abandon this unrealistic and dangerous idea of ​​controlling Moyu.

The box on the other side,

Eredin turned his back to the floor-to-ceiling window, and instead looked at the LCD screen hanging in the box. The lens focused on it was Moyu with a calm and calm face.

"That's awesome."
To be continued...