Chapter 145 Moro VS Loli Bisiki
A sudden fight.
This shows that Moreau agreed to the previous proposal.
Bisji should have been happy, but Morrow's strange behavior just now made her feel that something was wrong.
At least it is certain that at that moment, Moreau must have had some kind of plan to mess with her.
Morrow turned around and left without giving Bisiji more time to think.
Bisi Jiqing frowned and looked at Moreau's back.
Forget it.
Let's beat this guy up first, hehe (><08)
The 244th floor.
This was originally the exclusive floor for the landlord of Ma Rui.
It belongs to Moreau now.
The landlord can control everything on the exclusive floor at will, including modifying the structure and decoration of the floor according to his own preferences.
Morrow has no need in this regard, but he cannot accept the messy things that Mai Rui has transformed before.
Hence why the Sky Arena did not deliver the exclusive floor to Morrow as soon as possible yesterday. Instead, it took a day to restore the floor to its original appearance with astonishing efficiency.
It was not until half an hour ago that someone was sent to invite Moreau to the 244th floor to inspect the results.
Morrow naturally declined the so-called acceptance invitation and turned around to watch Kurapika's game.
Now, he and Bisji can just use the arena venue on the 244th floor.
But before going to the ring, Moreau still had to make some preparations.
He notified Hua Shi Dou Lang and Kalista to watch the battle. As for Men Qi, he had no time to come because he had to deal with the ingredients.
Humorily, in Moreau's expectation, Yungu would also be one of the audience.
But after a second thought, Moro thought that Yungu probably knew Bisji's true image, so he didn't waste any time looking for Yungu.
That’s right!
Hashish Douro and Kalista were specially called to watch the battle, just to seal Bisji's muscular form.
Judging from the nature of the ability of "Starlight Condensation", Morrow certainly feels that the muscle form is more fragrant than Siji.
But reason helped him refuse.
After all, if Bisji was in muscular form, it would be possible to punch him into the intensive care unit.
In order to avoid this potential risk, the presence of Hua Shi Doulang and Kalista was equivalent to an insurance policy.
Under this premise, Moreau will do his best to deal with this battle.
Even if there is only a small chance of winning Loli Bisji, he will try his best to seize it.
Morrow slowly led Bisji to the arena venue on the 244th floor.
At this time, Hua Shi Doulang and Kalista had already taken their positions in advance.
It's just that the two of them still don't know the true relationship between Moreau and Bisji, let alone them.
Even Yungu is still confused.
Hence, after receiving Moro's notice, Hua Shi Dou Lang and Calista felt even more confused.
"What is the relationship between Master and her?"
Even Hua Shi Doulang's strong curiosity was aroused at this moment.
After all, they have reached the point where they are about to enter the ring. In addition, in the past two days, there have been all kinds of tidbits about Moreau and Bischi. It is difficult not to arouse people's imagination.
Hashish Doulang is probably more curious about Si Ji's strength.
It must be extraordinary to think that my master can be so cautious at this moment.
Under the curious gazes of Hua Shi Dou Lang and Calista, Bisji slowly stepped onto the ring and stood still.
Her peripheral vision glanced at Hua Shi Dou Lang and Calista who were in the audience nearby. She was actually a little bit surprised by the presence of the two of them watching the battle.
She was actually somewhat surprised.
But when I thought about it, I felt a little gloating that the starting point of this actual battle was a special training method led by her.
But that will happen later.
Now she just wants to beat Moreau in the first actual battle.
This way you can not only be satisfied, but also completely convince Moreau.
Kill two birds with one stone.
From her point of view, Moreau had no idea that she was going to use public affairs for personal gain in the first actual battle. She only thought it was a serious special training, so she called others to observe and learn.
What a pity.
What these two people will see is the funny look of you being beaten all over your head by me.
Bisji turned to look at Morrow directly in front of him, smiling in his heart.
Before Morrow called Hua Shi Dou Lang and Calista to watch the battle, he certainly anticipated the possibility that they would see him being beaten up by Bisji.
It's just that compared to accumulating materials to become stronger, he doesn't care about such trivial matters at all.
"Bisji, don't you change your clothes?"
Standing still on the ring, Moreau raised his hand and pointed at Bisji's princess tutu that was not conducive to fighting.
Bisgi put one hand on his hip, raised the other white-gloved hand, shook his index finger, and said with a smile: "No need."
"Oh."
Moreau nodded.
Seeing that Moreau's reaction was so dull, Bisgi raised his eyebrows and asked strangely: "Why don't you ask me why I am so confident?"
Morrow was dumbfounded, thinking that even if he asked, wouldn't you say in front of a few people that you are actually over fifty this year?
"If you don't want to change clothes, let's start directly."
Ignoring Bisgi's question, Moreau immediately entered combat mode.
He could intuitively feel Bisji's confidence.
What should I say about that kind of confidence?
It was as if he was a rookie student and Bisji was the instructor.
Happily enough, Bi Si Ji really has this kind of capital.
Even in the lolita state, Bisji does not possess the physical strength that has been tempered for thousands of years.
But the experience accumulated over the decades and the superb reading skills can also build a barrier that is difficult for Moreau to break through.
Seeing that Moreau had entered a fighting state, Bisji immediately calmed down. He first stood up on his horse, and then smoothly and powerfully moved his right palm forward, with his left hand hanging in front of his chest in an offensive and defensive stance.
Not changing clothes is, after all, just a reflection of her confidence.
It does not mean that she will underestimate Moreau's level and the actual battle that will follow.
After making the starting move, Bisgi made no real action, apparently giving up the initiative to Moreau.
Morrow was not polite when he saw this. As he stepped forward, he raised his hand to form a flying star the size of a basketball.
Phew!
The flying star shot at Bisji one step ahead of Moreau.
Looking at the oncoming flying star, Bi Siji was as steady as a rock. The palm he pushed forward suddenly turned into a sharp blade. He mobilized just the right amount of thought energy in an instant, and immediately struck the flying star with one palm.
There is a soft sound of .
Feixing was actually split apart by Bisji's palm.
Morrow's pupils shrank and he suddenly stopped.
It's too exaggerated.
The movement of mental energy between attack and defense is ridiculously fast, so forget it.
With just one glance, he was able to judge the approximate power of the flying star, and then he thought of the best way to deal with it in a very short time and took action.
This perfectly-timed palm sword smashed the flying star, which was equivalent to smashing Morrow's idea of using the flying star to pave the way for the offensive.
A normal opponent would usually make a temporary evasive response when seeing a flying star without knowing anything about it.
Because not every person with telekinesis ability can be like Bisji, who has the terrifying explosive power of instant thinking,
and the rich experience of being able to discern the details of the power of flying stars at a glance.
Morrow stopped and looked at Biskin's motionless body in silence.
This is the true master of martial arts.
It does not rely on diversified mental abilities, only the most basic things of a martial artist.
Bisji said seriously: "Why, if you don't come over, I'll go over instead."
After hearing this, Moro silently continued to concentrate his thoughts on his hands,
A flying star,
was not enough