Four Skills for All

The two seem to have always been evenly matched, but in fact there are still subtle changes.

Mo Xiu's movements were slightly behind Zhou Qiuwu's at the beginning, but just now, Mo Xiu's movements were already faster than Zhou Qiuwu's.

It can also be said that Moxiu predicted Zhou Qiuwu's actions and reacted in advance.

On the court, Zhou Qiuwu frowned, everything was different from what he imagined!

Zhou Qiuwu had watched all of Moxiu's previous games, and Moxiu didn't shy away from saying that skills are full attributes.

So Zhou Qiuwu predicted that the effect of Mo Xiuyi's skill would be to increase all attributes by 600%.

In this case, Zhou Qiuwu's first and second skills are fully utilized, and there is no problem in defeating Moxiu.

But in the battle, Moxiu's strength was clearly about 900% of all attributes, and it was still increasing.

Could it be that Moxiu has always preserved his strength? The more Zhou Qiuwu thought about it, the more frightening he felt, and it was the first time that he had the possibility of losing.

Zhou Qiuwu miscalculated because Mo Xiu had never used his full strength on the field.

Even in the most difficult battle, when he was fighting against Xiao Xinru, he only showed his extreme speed.

Moxiu used a special method of exerting force to increase his strength. In addition, he was familiar with Zhou Qiuwu's fighting style, and his movements were somewhat predictable. Zhou Qiuwu had the illusion that Moxiu was still increasing his combat effectiveness.

Since the skills of the two are melee, there is no chance of fighting wits in this battle, and the only way to win is to fight head-on.

After fighting each other for another five minutes, Mo Xiu hit Zhou Qiuwu's shield with a full blow, and took advantage of the rebound force to take a few steps back to widen the distance.

Moxiu put his hands behind his back and said: "You have already lost. This is different from what you said before the game. You said you want to learn my fighting style, but you have been timid and dare not attack. You should know that you can't win .”

Zhou Qiuwu still maintained a defensive posture to prevent Mo Xiu from attacking suddenly.

"I think I can win! If you have time for this nonsense, why not fight again."

Moxiu smiled contemptuously and said, "I'm standing with my hands behind my back, full of flaws, you don't even have the courage to attack, you lose!"

Zhou Qiuwu frowned and said, "I didn't lose! If you have the guts, come here!"

Zhou Qiuwu was already angry.

"Is the magic eagle still obedient?"

Zhou Qiuwu looked at Mo Xiu with disbelief, and then immediately returned to normal.

"What magic eagle?"

Moxiu's eyes turned cold. Judging by Zhou Qiuwu's expression, even if it wasn't the magic eagle he raised, he must know something!

Mo Xiu looked at Cao Fenglin in the background, he was so close, he should have heard what he just said.

After receiving Mo Xiu's gaze, Cao Fenglin nodded, turned around and was about to leave the venue.

Seeing that Cao Fenglin was about to leave, Yang Qingzhuo asked, "Mr. Cao, have you cheered for Moxiu?"

Cao Fenglin left in a hurry, without looking back, he said, "Mo Xiu has already won, I still have to leave beforehand."

On the stage, Mo Xiu looked at Zhou Qiuwu again. Even in this situation, he still didn't attack.

Moxiu exerted force on his feet and rushed towards Que Zhou Qiuwu at the fastest speed.

He also said, "I need to speed up!"

Startled, Zhou Qiuwu immediately raised his shield to protect himself.

Moxiu didn't care about these, his fists were as fast as lightning, and he attacked crazily.

But no matter how fast Moxiu's attacks were, Zhou Qiuwu blocked them one by one with his shield to protect himself.

Mo Xiu stopped suddenly, and everyone in the field screamed when they saw Mo Xiu's injured hands due to the shock.

Yang Qingzhuo even covered his mouth and looked at Mo Xiu's hands with tears in his eyes.

Mo Xiu just stood in front of Zhou Qiuwu, but Zhou Qiuwu still didn't attack.

"Coward! You don't even dare to attack, how do you win?"

It can be seen that Zhou Qiuwu's confidence is constantly shaking.

But he still didn't give up and said: "Who says I can't win if I don't attack?"

"Hahaha, it's so interesting, let me see how you win?!"

Mo Xiu's voice was loud and resounded throughout the audience. Unlike Zhou Qiuwu's cautiousness, Mo Xiu was extremely arrogant and arrogant.

Once again launching an all-out attack, Zhou Qiuwu still defended with all his strength, without a single flaw.

Mo Xiu grabbed the corner of the shield with one hand to prevent Zhou Qiuwu from moving freely, and punched Zhou Qiuwu in the face with the other hand.

Zhou Qiuwu raised the shield with all his strength to protect his head, Moxiu took the opportunity to take a step forward and hugged the shield with both arms.

The shield couldn't move, so Zhou Qiuwu hit Mo Xiu with his other hand, hitting Mo Xiu in the face.

Moxiu's mouth overflowed with blood, but he laughed out loud.

"Is this the strength?!"

Regardless of Zhou Qiuwu's fist, he raised his right knee and hit Zhou Qiuwu's stomach.

Zhou Qiuwu took a step back under the force, Mo Xiu refused to let go, put down his right knee and raised his left knee, another knee.

There are no moves at all, it is a fight without rules, a fight like a child.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhou Qiuwu could only turn his shield into a knife, trying to break free from Mo Xiu.

And the opportunity that Moxiu had been waiting for was this, in the moment when the shield turned into a knife.

A punch hit Zhou Qiuwu in the face, and Zhou Qiuwu staggered several steps backwards holding the knife. Just as he stood firm, Mo Xiu stuck up again.

Pinning the silver knife with both hands and continuing to stalk, Zhou Qiuwu couldn't use a conventional move, so he could only be beaten passively.

Off the court, He Lingyue was stunned, and said, "Mo Xiu has always been very cautious in doing things, why is he so desperate in battle?"

Liu Ziyang kept silent all the time, then he looked at the field and said, "I've always been curious about this question."

Du Ya said with deep understanding: "Aura! Even children know when fighting, whoever has the most aura will win half of the battle. Mo Xiu is using his aura to suppress Zhou Qiuwu."

Most of the audience felt the same way. From being evenly matched at the beginning to being overwhelmingly one-sided now, it was Mo Xiu's aura that firmly suppressed Zhou Qiuwu.

But only Moxiu knows the truth, momentum? Perhaps it is possible to suppress other people, but it is impossible to suppress Zhou Qiuwu, who is as stable as Mount Tai and has a deep mind.

In fact, it was Mo Xiu who figured out Zhou Qiuwu's fighting style in the previous battles. What did the stability come from?

It came from the rhythm. No matter how Mo Xiu attacked at that time, Zhou Qiuwu was always in his own rhythm, which made Mo Xiu unable to attack.

But it's different now. Several conversations made Zhou Qiuwu a little confused, but only a little.

What really matters is Moxiu's chaotic fighting style. The moment he grabs Zhou Qiuwu's shield, the whole rhythm is messed up.

It has been chaotic until now, Zhou Qiuwu is so annoying that he tried to counterattack and find the rhythm several times but failed.

He could only summon the shield again to block Moxiu, and Moxiu used all available joints to continue harassing.

Five minutes later, both of them were covered in bruises, and Moxiu stopped suddenly.

Zhou Qiuwu gasped and said, "What? Can't you move?"

Mo Xiu took two steps back and said, "Look at your feet!"

Zhou Qiuwu looked down, and his feet were standing outside the field impressively.

The referee also announced the result of the game at this time.

"Mo Xiu wins!"

At this time the host took over and said: "The champion is born, this is really a close battle, let us congratulate Moxiu!!!"

Cheers erupted immediately off the field, especially the members of the strongest club, waving their flags and shouting.

At this time, Mo Xiu ignored everyone's expectant eyes and stepped off the stage directly.

Make a phone call.

"Uncle Yue, move my mother and Zheng's family out of Shuncheng!"