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At 10:20, Lu Ming arrived at the boxing ring with Gu Ying and Hu Dad.

The audience is still full.

When Lu Ming appeared, more than 60,000 people shouted Lu Ming's name together.

Many professional athletes from all walks of life were also watching the Lu Ming boxing match. They were also envious when they heard the uniform shouts at this time.

This is their dream treatment.

Lu Ming's narrow eyes narrowed, looking at the handsome man in a white samurai uniform with a single ponytail across from him, his information would come to mind in his mind.

Miyamoto Isshin, the direct descendant of Miyamoto Musashi, the most famous sword sage in the Sakura Country, has shown superb kendo talent since he was a child. Under the means of the Miyamoto family, the various famous swordsmanships of the Sakura Country almost let him use it at will, and even let him use it at will. On the basis of Miyamoto's first-class kendo for two days, he has made innovations and walked out of his own way. He is an out-and-out kendo genius!

Just looking at this man, Lu Ming could clearly feel the sharpness in him, his pupils shrank, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Interesting, this Miyamoto Yixin is stronger than Setos before!

At this time, a staff member came to Lu Ming with a document in his hand.

"Mr. Lu, please sign this!"

"Consent letter? Interesting." Looking at the agreement letter in front of him, Lu Ming's face was cold, his sharp lips pulled out a blade-like arc, and his eyes were cold.

The content of the consent form is very simple, to let Lu Ming in the sixth boxing match, both fighters can use weapons.

For this request, he had already predicted in his mind.

After all, his opponent Miyamoto Isshin, the descendant of the Sword Saint.

But there is still uncontrollable anger in his heart, and his anger is not whether he uses weapons or not.

It was the fighting ring that notified him less than ten minutes before the start of the boxing match.

This is disrespectful to him.

Lu Ming raised his head and looked at the camera above his head that was facing him. A cold light flashed in his eyes, with a sneer.

"You want me to lose? I'm sorry, your wishes are going to fail!"

After the camera, in the presidential suite, the senior members of Fight Island saw Lu Ming's cold face through the monitor, and felt cold all over at the same time.

The man with glasses couldn't help but say, "Lu Ming... Lu Ming seems to be aware of our plan, so there won't be any changes, right?"

"Won't!"

The bald fat man said confidently: "Miyamoto Yixin is not a waste like Setos, Lu Ming will definitely not be his opponent!"

"Using weapons, Miyamoto Isshin is the strongest!"

"Gan, can weapons be used in this match?"

"Fighting arenas are all sluts, and I have only notified Lushen now."

"Uh... haven't you found out? I've thought about it for a long time. Is it possible that the descendant of the Sword Saint can still fight with Lushen with his bare hands?"

"Although I can think clearly, I still think these people in the fighting arena are so shameless!"

Lu Ming said coldly, "What will happen if I don't sign?"

The staff said: "If you don't sign, this boxing match will be regarded as an automatic abstention."

Anger flashed in Lu Ming's eyes, he pondered for a moment and said, "How many boxing matches are there today?"

"Sorry, Mr. Lu, I don't know."

"Pen!"

Lu Ming took the pen and signed his name shyly.

After signing, the staff pointed to the distance: "That is the weapon rack, Mr. Lu, you can choose the weapon you need, our fighting field is fully prepared, and we have all the weapons in Daxia."

"You guys are really planning ahead!" Lu Ming sneered.

Lu Ming walked slowly to the weapon rack, and Miyamoto Isshin, who had been sitting quietly with his eyes closed, also came over at this moment.

"Hello, Lu Sang, I'm your opponent in a while, Miyamoto Isshin!" Miyamoto Isshin is a very pure Sakura countryman, and his every move carries the unique seriousness of Sakura country people.

"Hello!" Lu Ming spoke good Japanese, looked at him blankly and said, "Miyamoto Isshin, with your family, Fighting Island shouldn't be able to invite you, right?"

Miyamoto smiled lightly, perhaps because he had used the knife for too long, even in his smile, there was a hint of sharpness in his smile: "No, I came by myself."

He put his palm on the hilt of the knife and stared at Lu Ming with hot eyes: "I have seen many videos of you, Lu Sang, you are very strong! You are an opponent worthy of a fight!"

"So I took the initiative to come to Fighting Island, Lu Sang, I hope we have a real fight!"

"The real fight, hehe..." Lu Ming sneered, turned around and left.

Miyamoto was stunned for a moment, as if he suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly chased after Lu Ming: "Lu Sang, may I ask you just learned that you were fighting against me and using cold weapons just now?"

"You do not know?"

"terribly sorry,"

After receiving Lu Ming's reply, Miyamoto Yixin's expression was a little ugly, and he bowed to him and apologized: "I don't know this, the arena we are about to enter should be a fair duel, if you are not good at using Cold weapons, I will not use cold weapons in the boxing match brought back, this is respect for you and the sacred arena, and I don't mean to slander you, I hope you can understand."

Lu Ming looked at him with a surprised expression, smiled and shook his head and said, "I'm a little surprised by your honesty and Bushido spirit, but there's no need for that, weapons, I'm good at it too!"

This Miyamoto Yixin is really good. He is a real warrior. There are very few people like this now. Being able to play against such people, Lu Ming feels that the blood in his heart is gradually boiling.

Miyamoto's eyes lit up, and he said with full of fighting spirit: "Then I can rest assured, Lu Sang, I am looking forward to fighting with you!"

"I'm also looking forward to it! See you in the ring later."

Miyamoto nodded, turned around and returned to the rest area.

Lu Ming turned around and walked towards the ring.

"This Miyamoto is single-minded and very principled!"

"This is the true spirit of Bushido. How did Fight Island invite people here?"

"Didn't you listen to them? They came by themselves to fight Lushen."

"I hope Lushen can start a little lighter later. I think this person is quite good."

"Have you made a mistake? This is the Weapons Bureau. It's not certain whether Lushen will use cold weapons."

"Hmph, what are you worried about, my husband is invincible!"

Zhang Yan's face was solemn: "It's the Weapons Bureau, Lu Ming is in trouble this time."

"Wei Peng, do you think Lu Ming can win?"

Wei Peng shook his head, and said solemnly: "I don't know, after all, I have never seen Lu Ming fighting with cold weapons, but as a master of fists and feet like Lu Ming, he may also be involved in cold weapons, but it's easy to say in the face of ordinary people, But in the face of Miyamoto Isshin's master, it's hard to say!"

...

Lu Ming stood in front of the weapon rack, looking at the dazzling variety of weapons, and felt a little troubled for a while.

Knives, spears, swords, halberds... Almost all weapons are available, even the unpopular weapons such as the Emei thorn and the giant sickle can be seen on the weapon rack.

The staff said it was good, they were really well prepared.

In the end, Lu Ming settled on a long sword shaped like a sword.

Tang knife!

"brush!"

Lu Ming pulled it out, weighed it slightly, and quickly swept the blade with one finger, and flicked it lightly when it was close to the tip of the blade.

"Ding!"

A crisp voice sounded, and the voice of Qingyue was endless.

"Good knife!"

Lu Ming couldn't help but exclaim.

Apart from character, these weapons prepared by Fighting Island are indeed extraordinary.

A few dozen meters away, Miyamoto Yixin, who was closing his eyes and resting, couldn't help but open his eyes when he heard the voice, and looked at Lu Ming, who was standing with a knife, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes were full of fighting intent.

Before, he was still doubting whether Lu Ming would use cold weapons, but now he is sure, Lu Ming is the real cold weapon master!

His shot just now seemed simple, but the force penetrated the fingertips and hit the most vulnerable part of the blade. Only those who really know the knife have such a level.

Those who are extremely fond of swords are extremely fond of swords, and those who truly understand the sword must also be the masters of the Dao of the Sword!

Miyamoto Yixin closed his eyes again, but at this time he was calm before he disappeared, his body was tall and straight, his spine was like a straight, and his whole body exuded a palpitating sense of sharpness.

If the previous Miyamoto Isshin was a treasured sword hidden in a scabbard, now he is out of the scabbard!

The magic weapon is unsheathed, it must be earth-shattering!