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At this time, the audience was silent. Even the fox people who were hoping that the werewolf Hess would lose soon forgot to cheer for the moment. Instead, they stared blankly at the stage, and some of them were still rubbing their eyes desperately.
How long did it take for the two of them to start fighting?
The fixed-point magma column is almost instantaneous. Then, while approaching at the speed of the phantom, it condenses the polar storm and releases the palm. The whole process seems to have been tempered thousands of times, completed in one go, without any extra movement, so the time does not exceed One second.
The moment the werewolf Hess turned into a lump of ice and flew out, multiple fire storms also condensed. Fire Storm is the first-level skill that has been used the most and has the most improved forms. I have long been able to cast it instantly, and it has a cooldown time. Less than two seconds, it can be said that even those advanced adventurers of level 70 or 80 are not much better than me in the fire storm skill.
Therefore, the casting time of multiple fire storms will not exceed 5. When it hits the opponent and produces a violent explosion, the total of all the processes will not exceed 5.
How long is 5? Perhaps it means a lot to a master. They can perform hundreds of moves in these five seconds.
However, for most people in the audience, it is just a matter of yawning, looking back, and chatting for one or two words. Is that all?
Previously, the werewolf He kept chattering for several minutes, causing the foxmen in the audience to boo, subconsciously thinking that this was another long battle, but the battle suddenly started and ended in just 5 minutes. It was so big The contrast was such that no one could react for a moment. The square with tens of thousands of people was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could hardly be heard.
"Elder Fan really doesn't have any respect for himself."
On the high platform. Prince Chris stared blankly at the werewolf Hess, who was black and smoking all over the ring. And squatting on the ground, still stabbing Hess in the head with the hilt of his sword. Someone to carry out additional attacks. He smiled bitterly.
"The mainland star is indeed well-deserved. It seems that he has not used his true strength yet. He is old. He is old. This world belongs to you young people. Hahaha~~~"
Next to him was Elder Mamajia. He was stunned for only a short moment. Then he reacted. He said with a cheerful smile.
"Of course. That bad guy likes nothing more than hiding. Huh~~"
The little fox hugged Mamajia's neck affectionately from behind. He said cheerfully. Not forgetting to glance at Chris triumphantly. It seems to be saying: Who said I didn’t give you face? That bad guy. I've already given you enough face.
"Your Highness Lucia. She seems very happy!" Chris did not accept Lucia's provocation. Instead, he smiled calmly. Take a sip of tea. He said meaningfully.
"What's none of your business?"
Lucia immediately glared at him fiercely, and then returned to her position with her beautiful brown furry tail. However, after carrying everyone on her back, her face was a little hot. She always felt that the annoying prince with a fake smile Chris and Mamaga, who regarded her as their own, looked a little weird and sharp, which made her feel depressed that her thoughts had been seen through.
Who is Lucia? The clever little princess of the fox tribe, even she herself couldn't figure out her little girl's thoughts, was actually seen through by others, which made Gao Ao couldn't bear this breath. She returned to the chair and said that to all women. The perfect body she wanted to envy was curled up on it, with only a tail hanging down from the back of the chair, swaying unconsciously following her confused thoughts.
After thinking about it, she clenched her two little tiger teeth in frustration, and decided to continue to charge the debt to the bad guy. If it weren't for him, how could she be upset? No, no, who is worried about him? The mother in question seems to like him. If I can spend even one second every day thinking about him, he will burn incense. Hum~~~~, it should be him thinking about me. I should spend at least one second every day thinking about him. Just think about it for a minute, no... an hour.
Seeing Lucia getting into the chair alone and getting into a tangled state, Prince Chris seemed a little bored. His eyes fell on Linya again with a smile. Looking at Linya who kept a calm smile from beginning to end, he looked at her. asked with a pun.
"Ms. Linya doesn't seem to be worried about Elder Fan at all?"
"Really? I didn't expect His Highness Chris to see it." Linya turned around, the smile on her face became brighter and more cordial, and she replied with a pun: "Brother Wu is my husband, I know him, and I believe he."
"It's incredible, it's incredible. The Alliance thinks so highly of us that it sent such a powerful envoy. It seems we have to wake up and deal with it." Chris turned to Mamaga and said with a smile.
"As long as everything is based on sincerity, I believe the alliance will definitely give us a satisfactory result, right? Ms. Linya?" Mamaga turned her smiling face to Linya.
"What Elder Mamaga said is true. I believe that the alliance will definitely unite with all the races that love this continent to drive away the hell clan and support a common peaceful sky." Linya said with full expression. With sincere blue eyes, she met Mamaga's gaze and said.
The three of them laughed in unison, and a harmonious atmosphere suddenly filled the high platform. However, if someone were here, they would definitely mutter: "Three old foxes."
"Hey, hey, why don't you say a few words, brother?"
In the ring, I kept poking the werewolf Hess in the head with the hilt of the sword, and then I realized, Damn, how did I learn the trick of the old drunkard? Could it be that I have been abused like this too much, and I subconsciously vented it on others?
How can it be! ! A pure and kind person like me.
I poked him a few more times with unfinished thoughts, and then I stopped and looked at Hess. Well, he's very good. His eyes are still open, which means he's not unconscious. His eyeballs are still moving around, yo! ! Still staring at me, me!
"Well, ahem, Lord Fan, do you want me to announce the result of the competition first?"
It seemed that even the fox referee on the stage couldn't stand my atrocity of "whipping the corpse" and quickly interrupted and asked. Then, the werewolf Hess, who had a swollen head stabbed, was carried off the stage by several fox people. It's great. I also want to lean on the soft arms of the fox people and be carried down by them. Is it better to lose the next game on purpose?
Forget it, if you do this, I'm afraid you will immediately lie in the little fox's arms - she will strangle her neck from behind and strangle her to death...
"I declare that this battle is won by the human race representative, Druid Wu Fan."
After Hess was carried off, the fox-human referee raised his hands high and shouted with his loud voice that he had honed over time. The word "victory" that echoed in the sky was like a catalyst, causing the original to be defeated. The fox man who was in silence got excited, and the referee was also sweating. If the werewolf was allowed to win again, he, the referee who announced the result, would be punished by his wife when he got home later, let alone the referee. Kneeling on the washboard...
"Handsome boy, step down those wolf cubs. If Your Highness Lucia doesn't accept you by then, I will be your girlfriend."
A tough fox man who was close to the ring shouted at me loudly with his little mouth raised. Looking at me, I saw this petite fox man with "rich" connotation. His appearance and temperament can be said to be in the 80s. When he saw my eyes, he saw , immediately lifted up the beautifully contoured chest
Give me a wink.
As expected of the naturally charming fox people, I wiped my nose and thought, it's a pity that we already have Vilas and the others. Let's just be friends and talk about life. Further development is forbidden.
Feeling the enthusiasm of these fox people, it was as if their own tribe had won. Tens of thousands of fox people were rejoicing, but it was not impossible to understand their mood. In the first two games, they were suppressed by the werewolves. , the God of Luck was not on his side in the first game, and in the second game he was clearly about to win, but the situation was suddenly reversed, leaving this group of fox people still unable to figure out the reason.
This is because the fox tribe and the werewolf tribe are adjacent. It is precisely because of their close relationship that they pay special attention to their own dignity. Now that I have lost the face of the werewolf tribe, the fox tribe will feel comfortable. Otherwise, how can I, a mere outsider, have any trouble? Maybe with the support of so many fox people, is it considered a mistake? As long as he wins another game and gains the favor of these fox people, Linya's negotiations will definitely go much smoother.
"Just as I was waiting for the fourth werewolf berserker to come on stage with great momentum, preparing to send him back to the tribe's wedding place like Hess in one fell swoop, the fox referee smiled bitterly and blinked at me desperately.
Um? This fox man, are your eyes blurred by the wind and sand?
Seeing that the hint was fruitless, the referee smiled bitterly and said clearly: "Well, Master Fan, do you think you should temporarily leave the field now and let the fourth group of battles begin?"
There was a wave of goodwill in the audience.
Dizzy, I forgot that the competition was a group stage, not a round-robin battle. I stood in the middle of the ring full of energy, waiting for the next opponent. In the eyes of others, what else would I do if I wasn't stupid?
"Handsome boy, you are so cute. If His Highness Luya doesn't accept you, why don't I become your lover?" Is it still the tough and beautiful fox-man who was directly promoted from girlfriend to lover? This is...ahem, I still can't think about it.
However, it would be shameful to be asked to step down by the referee like this. After coughing a few times, I did not move away, but said to the referee: "I'm sorry, in fact, I have already competed with Chris in this game." The prince has agreed that I will handle the remaining two werewolf berserkers."
The fox referee was stunned for a moment, and he was confused =: The light fell far away to the high platform opposite, then he apologized and walked to the other side of the platform. It seemed that he was going to confirm what I said. After all, such an exercise has affected the three tribes. He cannot take the game lightly and change the way he plays just by listening to my words. Understand, I can understand.
As for whether Chris and I had such an agreement? Stupid, of course not, but I vaguely feel that this Chris is not really here for victory, maybe he just can't defeat his four lustful men, and the little fox will definitely be there Linya would definitely not let me suffer the embarrassment of being a pusher, so I was 100% confident that Chris would never say "no".
After a while, the fox referee came back. When he left, he made way because everyone was watching. But when he came from behind, no one saw him, so he gave way.
Just as I was speculating with great interest on how he could pass through the dense circle of tens of thousands of people with his slightly fat body, the figure of this fox-man referee came to the periphery of the crowd, but suddenly disappeared from my sight.
I looked around in astonishment for a while, and then out of the corner of my eye I spotted a silent black shadow passing through the crowd. That fleeting figure looked like a fish swimming in the sea, looking extremely relaxed. The civilians who were passed by didn't even notice his presence. They only felt a hissing cold wind blowing on their waists, and then looked confused. How could their waists feel so cold in such a crowded place? Could it be that Is it a ghost?
And in this moment, the black shadow had passed through most of the crowd and reached the edge of the ring.
Unexpectedly, this referee is also a master. It seems that he will not be lower than level 50 at least. But think about it, as a referee, you have to prevent unpredictable things from happening in the ring at any time. How can you do it without two hands?
The ghostly figure of the referee just emerged from the crowd, like a martial arts master turned into a slow old man. His movements became slower and slower. He probably thought that he was doing it unnoticed, but he just emerged from the crowd. , he came into contact with my smiling gaze, and a look of surprise suddenly flashed across his expression, but it only happened for a moment.
"Sir Fan, I have confirmed what you said, so just proceed as the adults said." The referee bowed slightly with an apology, took a few steps forward, and said in a very low voice.
"Lord Fan, please don't tell others about my identity."
"No problem, but Elder Mamajia should know. I have to tell her. What if you are a spy?" I said jokingly. Unexpectedly, the referee showed a very serious expression. The nodded.
"Lord Fan is really thoughtful, so please do this. Elder Mamaga and several other elders all know my identity."
After he finished speaking, in order not to attract attention, without waiting for my answer, he announced the temporary change of the competition method to the fox people in the audience. Naturally, the fox people in the audience were excited again.
"Elder Fan is really good at it. In this way, my last subordinate will definitely not be able to escape his grasp." Prince Chris on the stage looked at the cheers below and shrugged helplessly.
"I'm willing to admit defeat. Who can blame me if I'm not as good as others?" Lucia said with disdain, her tail raised.
"Yes, but I think this time, even Lord Fan, who is known as the Gemini Star, may not be able to win easily." Chris put down the teacup in his hand steadily, like a general in chess, with a confident smile Yi said.
"Your Highness Lucia, haven't you noticed? Our fourth choice."
Lucia was stunned for a moment, showing an expression of reminiscence, and then gradually became surprised: "Could it be Hadamas?"
Chris smiled slightly. Although he didn't speak, the expression on his face was obvious. At this moment, even Mamaga showed a look of surprise.
"Hadamas, is that the child?"
Decades ago, Hadamas was a recognized genius among the werewolves, and his reputation even spread throughout the Arreat Mountains. Along with his reputation, he was known for his two great idiots, one was a martial artist, and the other was an idiot. It's obvious, what else could it be but Lucia Madness? Otherwise he wouldn't be here.
Long before Lucia ran away, he left the werewolf tribe and went out to experience deep in the vast snowy mountains. He vowed to develop a strong body and come back to win Lucia's heart. After leaving for decades, Lucia and others It is only natural that this person be forgotten magnificently.
"He just came back from outside a few days ago. He has been gone for more than 20 years. His parents almost didn't recognize him. The only thing that hasn't changed is his infatuation for you, Your Highness Lucia. When he heard about the competition to recruit a bride, he He immediately shouted to me that he was coming." After Lucia gradually digested her inner surprise, Chris said slowly.
"After years of hard training in the Snowy Mountains, Hadamas has reached the level 5|level werewolf berserker. Even Elder Fan, if he takes it lightly, will probably
Yo. "
"Tsk, so what if it's level five~"
After a brief surprise, Lucia curled her lips and said disdainfully. She had seen the powerful form of the blood bear. I am afraid that even an adventurer of level 70 or 80 may not be able to win easily, let alone a mere A fifth-level character.
Now, it was Chris's turn to be depressed. Where did the strong confidence in Lucia's eyes come from? Did she really think that a level 38 druid could easily fight a >:level werewolf berserker? She glanced at Linya next to her, still smiling calmly, as if she had never been worried about her. Her husband had been worried, and Chris couldn't help but become more confused.
No matter how genius he is, he probably can't imagine the meaning of the twin stars. It can't be understood with common sense. Chris can't escape the constraints of this common sense, so he is only a genius and cannot compete with real people like Akala and others. Like an old fox.
At this time, Hadamas, their friend, also slowly stepped onto the ring. From the moment he appeared, everyone felt the difference from the previous three werewolf berserkers. Even those ordinary people felt the difference. The werewolf in front of them The sharp and murderous aura emanating from him was like a sharp knife pointed at his throat. His green eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts like a sharp sword. The aura emanating from his body was like a sword unsheathed. The sharp aura caused the civilians to retreat from a distance of dozens of meters and lower their heads, without even having the courage to look at him.
Moreover, the faces of the adventurers changed even more, especially the fox people, who looked at the high platform with questioning expressions, as if to say, this guy has obviously reached level five, why are he allowed to participate in the competition? Isn't this a foul?
Although there is no clear stipulation for those participating in the competition, everyone has an idea in mind that they must be young and handsome. In the eyes of the fox people, what is young? Anyone between 20-40 years old, or even in their early years, can be counted as such. Generally speaking, The adventurous adventurers can definitely reach the fifth level.
Of course, in addition to this, there is another condition that is taken for granted, that is, you are not married. If you are married and want to marry His Highness Tianhu, the most noble person in the Fox tribe, what else is it if you are not looking for trouble? What? you said I? Don't these fox civilians know that I'm married? After Chris appeared and defined the nature of this competition as a friendly match, this condition was relaxed a lot. If Chris had not appeared, I think Elder Mamaga would definitely use this excuse to prevent me from playing against the winner. challenge.
Faced with everyone's doubts, Mamaga couldn't sit back and ignore it. She came to the high platform and said loudly to the tens of thousands of people in the audience: "Has everyone forgotten who he is? Hadamas of the werewolf tribe, I I don’t think anyone will question his qualifications to compete.”
Hada, for a moment, many fox adventurers remembered this former genius. Unexpectedly, it was him. He actually reached the fifth level of strength? ! For a moment, these young fox warriors were either shocked or ashamed.
It's disappointing, why is it that for the same age, I am still hovering in the middle of the fourth level, but the other party has already reached the fifth level?
The chaotic scene just now calmed down immediately after Mamaga said a word. All eyes were almost focused on this former proud man. The powerful aura exuded from him, and then these fox people were deeply moved. He felt the gap between himself and the genius, and at the same time he was even more worried. Why couldn't his family produce such a genius? Is it true that the goddess of my own clan is going to be snatched away by the werewolf clan?
From the very beginning when this werewolf appeared, I also felt something different. Of course, it was not the sharp momentum that others felt. I have also said before that momentum or power, as long as it does not become substantial, Things like domains don't do much for me.
I always feel like someone is calling me a crazy bastard behind my back! !
Therefore, what I pay attention to are other aspects of his strength that can really be seen, such as his steps, which are very stable. People who have lived in Harrogas for a long time have very stable steps. If they are not stable, they will slip on the ice at any time. , but steps like this, as steady as the towering mountains that can be seen everywhere on the Atre Mountains, I can only see from a few paladins in Harrogath.
Next is the posture, the torso, which is like steel. You can feel the power contained in it with the naked eye, and the eyes. After filtering out those sharp gazes, what is left is the iron will.
All in all, this should be a very difficult opponent to deal with. It should not be inferior to that guy from Oscar. I defined the opponent in front of me.
Of course, such an opponent can't scare me. If you want to shake me, you must at least have the strength of Carlos level. However, I still rely too much on the blood bear transformation. If there is no blood bear transformation, I will be able to do it. In fact, his current strength is not much better than that of a fifth-level adventurer. To deal with such a master, if he doesn't wake up a little bit, he may be capsized in the gutter.
Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, the expression on the werewolf's face remained unchanged from beginning to end. He did not take the presence of the audience seriously at all. This concentration alone made me feel inferior.
He came to me, two meters tall, and looked at me condescendingly with a sharp knife-like gaze. He stared straight at me for a long time, and after seeing that I felt nothing, a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
By the way, brother, are you a little overconfident?
"Hadamas." He stretched out his hand towards me coldly.
"Wu Fan." I held it with a straight face. I felt that his hand was like an iron plier, hard and powerful. But if you want to compete with me in strength, I'm afraid you have found the wrong person. At least call a fifth-level paladin. Not bad.
After testing each other's strength, we quickly put down our hands. This werewolf man named Hadamas finally showed a serious look because he lost in the strength test.
Werewolf Berserker and Druid are actually relatively similar professions, except that Werewolf Berserker values agility, while Druid values physique. In terms of strength, they are both similar, and the super Hadamas loses to Level me, what does this mean? Hadamas knew very well that he would not be so stupid as to think that the other party had added the wrong attribute points.
Either he was too well-equipped, or he was a relatively rare power druid. No matter which one he was, he was very difficult to deal with, so Hadamas finally put aside his mentality as a level 38 druid.
Of course, if I knew that this grip made the other person think so much, I would never compete with him just now.
"You are very strong, and you are indeed a pretty good opponent."
Madamas looked at me closely and said, with a sharp and cold tone, just like the cold knife wind that rages all year round in the snowy mountains and can even injure adventurers.
I was about to say something modest, but unexpectedly, this guy then said confidently: "However, you are not my opponent, Lucia, you belong to me!!"
I don’t have a common language with people like you, so let’s start a fight! !
I looked helplessly at the referee, and he nodded understandingly and asked us to stand apart. After giving up, he ran to the edge of the ring, waved his big hand and shouted "start", and the person slithered out of the ring like a slippery loach.
The moment the voice fell, Hadamas's eyes narrowed, and his whole body became even colder.
The cold light leaking from the squinted eyes locked onto me tightly, like a hungry beast looking at its prey.
If I am not strong enough, I will definitely be killed by him. In an instant, I felt this certainty.
At the same time, he activated [Crazy Fighting Power], leaning down like a werewolf, and his upper body began to shake rhythmically, making him look like a spring with full strength, and his strength and speed could be instantaneous at any time. Explodes to the max.
Obviously, this is to prevent my fixed-point volcanic explosion. Sure enough, there are still existences like saints in this world, who will coolly say, "A move that has been used once is no longer useful to me." Something like that.
This is the case with Hadamas in front of me. Seeing that his whole body is relaxed and strong, like a sharp arrow in the string. Although the fixed-point volcanic eruption is instantaneous, like a robbery, there is always a moment of aiming. There is no certainty that we can hit him, and even if we hit him, it doesn't mean that we have achieved anything. Do we expect him to be like Hess, hit from the front, flying into the air and being eaten by me? It's already pretty good if it can scratch the edges.
Therefore, for a while, I didn’t know what skills to use. The druid’s skills seemed to have a farther attack range than the volcanic explosion. There were many other professional skills to choose from, but I didn’t want to expose them. , although I don’t want to play the trick of pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, but if I can hide it, there is no need to show it, and I am not a clown.
"What, not your magic?"
I had already taken a stance to guard against the instant magic that frightened him, but when I saw that I didn't move at all, Hadamas couldn't help but feel strange.
"I'm not sure of my life, so I'd better keep it, lest you take advantage of it." I shrugged my shoulders, be honest, there are no more honest people in this world than us, who actually tell the enemy what I really think.
"You mean, we want to fight in close combat?" Hadamas exuded a strong smell of blood, and said with his lips.
"Yes, close combat is a man's passion!!" Mom told us to be honest and good boys.
"If this is the case..." As he said this, Hadamas's fierce fighting spirit suddenly exploded, forming a fierce storm area within a radius of three meters, making his figure gradually blurred, and the next moment, the storm disappeared. , and his figure also disappeared.
left! !
It took me only 0.01 second to react, and I didn't even have time to turn around and fight. I followed my intuition and flicked my fingers. The next moment, a pillar of hot lava suddenly spurted out less than half a meter away from me. , followed by a tall figure flying up.
Damn it, didn’t you say you wanted to fight in close combat?
Hadamas looked at me with a surprised look in the air, as if he thought it was inappropriate for an honest child like me to lie.
No one stipulates that magic cannot be used in close combat. I glanced at him innocently, what a poor kid, his brain must have been frozen by the blizzard in the snowy mountains.
Although I succeeded with one blow, I did not attack again like I did with Hess. The two are not at the same level. I don't think that a volcanic explosion can cause much trouble to Hadamas. If I rush forward rashly, say Maybe he will catch the flaw instead.
Sure enough, in just a moment, Hadamas' figure flashed in mid-air, and he got down on all fours, staring at me with angry and ferocious eyes like a vigorous cheetah.
"Elder Fan is really..."
On the high platform, an energy crystal was relaying the not-so-secret conversation between Hadamas and I. Chris shook his head, as if he was very ashamed of my behavior of deceiving the kind and pure Hadamas.
"A soldier never tires of deceit. I'm saying that Hadamas is just stupid. The bad guy never said he didn't use magic." The little fox on the side immediately defended himself.
"However, Druid magic cannot control the overall situation. How will Elder Fan respond? It's really exciting." Chris was not surprised by Lucia's behavior of forgetting her mother when she had a lover. Instead, he continued to look at the ring with excitement.
As Chris said, there is a cooldown time for magic, and the druid's magic is too little. Even if it reaches the sixth level, there are only ten of them, and not all of the ten are suitable for the fighting style at that time.
Calculated in this way, the magic that the druid can cast in battle is very small, which is not enough to completely suppress the opponent. This is one of the biggest differences between the druid and the wizard who also master the element system. The wizard has enough There are thirty magic spells, which can be used in turn to suppress the opponent until all the mana is exhausted. If you want to deal with the druid, focusing on exhausting the opponent's skills, then you may not even know it until your death. what's going on.
If you are a weakling like Hess who can kill you in a few seconds, you don't have to worry about the amount of magic. But when you encounter an opponent like Hadamas, you can't solve it quickly. The Druid's weakness in magic will immediately disappear. exposed.
Hadamas also seemed to know the weakness of Druid. He didn't give me much time to cool down his skills at all. He just stood firm for a moment and then rushed towards me again like a sharp arrow. He turned his hands around and held the It is a top-notch sword of ordinary swords. It seems that he didn't take out the weapon just now because he wanted to trick me. Now, no one is honest with this idea.
The Excellent Sword, shining with blue light, fell above my head with a roar that seemed to cut the air. The Werewolf Berserker's third-level skill - three-stage strike was also activated instantly. If he was hit, he might be in danger. My current defense is not very good, and the worst result may even be negative.
Block! !
"Qiang Qiang Qiang——"
Several deafening metal collisions echoed on the large shield I took out instantly. The thick metal brass shield was hit violently three times, with a high-frequency vibration and whine, which shook my left hand holding the shield. Slightly numb.
The next moment, a silent crystal sword stretched out from the shield and plunged straight into Hadamas's right rib. The ferocious werewolf's expression flashed with violence, but he didn't even dodge. The sword was held horizontally, and a thousand pounds of power brewed in the hand to sweep across.
The Werewolf Berserker's second-level skill [Sweep] can attack enemies within a 180-degree range of the weapon's attack. Of course, as a second-level group attack skill, the damage of [Sweep] will not be increased much, in terms of accuracy. It may have to be lowered. Except for the hidden profession, every profession is very balanced. There are no rubbish professions, only good people.
Khan, you actually fought hard and bullied me for not having melee skills? have no idea……
"bump--"
The strong dark gold eagle armor on his body played a very good protective role, but was thrown away by the powerful force of the sweep. The crystal sword in his hand penetrated Hadamas' armor for several points, and blood immediately gurgled out.
To outsiders, I was knocked out by Hadamas. It seemed that he had an overwhelming upper hand in this hard fight, but only the two of us involved knew that.
, who took advantage of it.
The damage caused by one of my ordinary thrusts is twice as much as Hadamas's sweeping skill.
This is the victory of equipment~|!
