"Is this okay?" Xu Yu Liushang asked quietly: "That guy who looks like wood..."
"Why, you don't have confidence in him?" Duan Qing replied confidently: "This is our partner who has come together."
"Don't say such nonsense, you know what I mean." Xu Yu Liushang showed a disdainful expression: "Except for the battle in front of the canyon, I have never seen his strength and level..."
"Then you should at least trust Uncle Smile."
Crossing his arms and turning his head, Duan Qing's originally tense expression relaxed: "To be able to follow someone who has been hanging around in Qianfu Feng Guild for so long..."
"No matter how much you think about it, it won't be any worse, right?"
Boom!
The dull sound of collision once again appeared in the center of the arena, and then echoed to the surroundings as a certain figure flew up in the arena. This deafening sound of metal collision was heard by everyone for the third time since the fight started. It seemed that he belonged to the same type of person who was not good at words. Stark, who was holding a huge iron pillar, did not give the spectators any chance to prepare. Instead, he used the loud sound of waving the iron pillar to sound the duel. The beginning horn. As an opponent, Lost Dream naturally did not stand in the ranks of those who were unprepared, but this kind of metal iron pillar with a diameter larger than himself was too scary, and even within ten seconds after the opening , the bald player has been rolling with all his strength, naturally mixed with some small tests and his intention to get close to the opponent, but these attempts failed under Stark's huge swing without stopping. , the helpless bald knight had no choice but to find an opportunity to stay away from the opponent, reorganized his posture, and then, in the eyes of others who could not even imagine, he put the surface of the shield against the opponent's iron pillar. .
Unexpectedly, that first confrontation ended with the result of losing the dream and being blown away.
"You also said that I am going to die from your milk."
Pointing to the figure of one of our own combatants who was knocked away for the third time, Wuyu Liushang whispered: "By the way, why did he have to send it up by himself? Wasn't he very skilled in rolling before?"
"Can't you see this? They are testing." Duan Qing spread his hands and replied: "Isn't it a normal behavior to test the opponent's strength in constant confrontations?"
"But that Stark's brute strength... can be seen by a normal guy, right?" Xu Yu Liushang frowned and said: "He can swing an iron pillar as high as two people, and his movements have not slowed down at all..."
"How do you know they didn't use similar means to reduce the weight of weapons?" Duan Qing smiled and shook his head: "And..."
"Even if he really has the power of a beast, when it comes time for him to actually take the field... he still has to try it himself before he can tell."
The sound of wind brought out by the iron pillar once again rang in everyone's ears, and at the same time, the figure of Lost Dream holding up a shield to defend was swept out of people's sight, but this time the knockback was not caused by a physical blow. Because of this, he quickly repositioned his defensive posture after being blown away by the strong wind. The expression of the bald man who came back into sight did not change at all, and he still looked as calm as ever. Then facing the iron pillar that Stark swept over again, he suddenly jumped up from where he was. The metal surface of the iron pillar connected with the arc top of the shield for the fourth time, but only sparks were emitted for a moment. The lost dream holding the shield with his left hand then used this head-down-foot posture to close up this time. His sweep swept across the past, and with the help of inertia, he stepped heavily on the ground with his left foot, then kicked hard and rushed up in the direction of Stark holding the iron pillar: "The old force is not there yet." Go, new power is not yet born..."
"This is the best opportunity."
He took out the short sword from his waist and stabbed Stark in the side. The latter forcibly twisted his body and met the opponent's first counterattack head-on. The iron pillar hugging his chest then blocked the stabbing without any fancy, making a tinkling sound that was inconspicuous compared to before, but the lost dream that still had a straight face rolled over immediately, and it was turned by Star. Walked past Ke's feet.
"Beautiful." Duan Qing on the sidelines clapped his hands and praised: "Skilled yin and yang stabbing, this guy's basic skills are very..."
Ding!
Another sound of iron nails interrupted Duan Qing's words, and the scene of Stark blocking the backhand stab of Lost Dream was displayed in front of everyone. The huge iron pillar that was originally held in the arms of the short and sturdy boss also followed. Following his sideways movement, he stood upright on the ground, using his true columnar posture to block this seemingly inevitable blow from behind. The bald knight squatted and stood up, then took two steps to the right, and slashed the head with his back to him with the dagger in his hand. However, the other person took a step forward and hid his body behind the huge iron pillar. , he frowned, and quickly moved to the other side of the iron pillar, but his attempt to bypass this temporary obstacle soon failed due to the opponent's flexible movement. That image with Stark Completely incompatible movements appeared on both sides of the iron pillar from time to time, and finally the distance was pulled away due to a shield and shoulder collision. A ground shaking sound that was enough to make one's chest feel tight was heard right after. On the ground in front of a bald player.
That was the sound the iron pillar made when it shook the ground again. The heavy shock turned into waves, overturning the lost dream that was just around the corner. Stark, who turned into a strong man, then roared and kicked At the end of the iron pillar, his arms with bulging veins due to exertion followed him forward, sending one end of the horizontal iron pillar in front of the bald man: "The monkey's tricks can't defeat Stark, adventurer !”
Boom!
With another heavy impact, Lost Dream, who had put up a fighting shield, was knocked out with his feet off the ground. Then he kept rolling with his sword and shield, and rolled to the edge of the fighting arena with his sword. way as the final outcome of this confrontation.
"You should continue to praise me." Xu Yu Liushang smiled and cast a charming look: "If this guy hadn't suddenly thought out of his wits just now and blocked the blow by releasing his strength... what you see now might have been It’s a corpse.”
"I can only say...his strategy is pretty good." Duan Qing replied hesitantly: "It's a good idea to seize the opportunity to engage in close entanglement. Unfortunately, I didn't expect that Stark was so flexible... …”
"If you think of that huge iron pillar as an ordinary stick, you will understand why it is so flexible." Xu Yu Liushang whispered: "Since he can use his own strength to move the iron pillar around, of course he can also Able to perform tricks that ordinary stick players can perform.”
"Throne holders are all difficult opponents, and this was within our expectations." Duan Qing replied with a wry smile: "But given the current situation... no matter what kind of enemy it is, we have to overcome it. "
"So how do you want to deal with this problem?" Looking at the figure of the bald player who stood up again, Xu Yu Liushang sighed: "Just use this card in your hand?"
"Don't be so unsure. There must be a way to reach the mountain." Duan Qing replied casually: "And judging from the current performance..."
"Our teammates performed well."
The slow and rhythmic footsteps once again echoed around the arena, bringing the figure of the lost dream back to the arena to the eyes of the spectators. The still unruffled expression seemed to be just as Duan Qing said, In his own way, he proves that he can still fight. Among the people around the arena, only Liu Qingniu and Xueling Huanbing, who were teamed up with him, knew that the man had very little health left, but they obviously would not reveal this information easily, so they held up their swords and shields. When the lost dream slowly returned to Stark, the first thing he got was the recognition from the other party: "You have received five heavy blows from Stark, and you are still fine... Your body, maybe really Stronger than the wild buffalo in the Northland."
"Stark is very happy." The short and sturdy man put the iron pillar on his shoulders: "I can meet an opponent like you."
"……Thanks."
Looking around at everyone who was watching him silently, Lost Dream slightly put down the weapon in his hand, and his originally tense expression became heavier: "These few times before..."
"It also reminds me of the good times I had when practicing with my teammates a long time ago."
He sank down, trotted towards Stark, and then in everyone's surprised eyes, he once again collided with the sweeping iron pillar, and his body with long marks later crossed It formed an arc, sending Lost Dream's shield-defending position flying to another direction, and then quickly rolled to the side amid the cylindrical black shadow overhead. The dust stirred up when the heavy object fell to the ground appeared with a loud noise around the ground before the lost dream. At the same time, it shook his tumbling figure farther away. He looked extremely embarrassed, but he suddenly slapped the ground. , jumped back with a stretched posture, and seemed to have adjusted his posture in the air. He slapped the shield on the side of the iron pillar with a very standard shield strike action, and then the strong collision caused an echo. , just dragging the sword and shield and rushed forward.
The iron pillar that rolled sideways due to the shield attack was then lifted into the air by Stark with one hand. He turned his head and took a picture of the figure charging towards Lost Dream, and then collided hard with the shield that was already a short distance away. together.
"ah!"
His eyes moved back and forth between his teammates' remaining health points and the sight of them being separated again in the arena. Liu Qingniu on the sidelines exclaimed: "It's just a close call!"
"Don't scream, if we really succeeded just now... he might be dead." Xue Ling Huan Bing said in a deep voice: "And... with his attack power, Stark's life would definitely not be killed by that attack. .”
"Then, what should we do?" The short-haired young man was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot: "Is this just a loss?"
"Don't worry, things are already changing."
Looking at the two figures separated in their respective directions, Xue Ling Huan Bing shook her head thoughtfully: "Although I don't know the reason, but..."
"The fighting power of that lost dream seems to be quietly rising."
As several players on the sidelines stood up in shock, the metal iron pillar and the shield of Lost Dreams collided together again, but this time, the bald man who was still knocked away no longer moved his feet in the same embarrassing manner as before. The iron boots drew two long tracks in the rock and soil. The knight who maintained a defensive posture slid to the edge of the field not far away in this way. Then in Stark's equally surprised eyes, he once again Launched a charge towards the opponent's location. The huge cylindrical black shadow then flashed over the arena, and was easily dodged by the bald man's roll. The ground-shaking vibration that had been able to lift it off didn't seem to affect him at all at this time. He took two steps to the right, used his movement to avoid a heavy hit that followed, and then raised the shield in his hand, standing almost face to face with Stark.
"What does this mean, adventurer?"
"……try."
Faced with Stark's momentary question, Lost Dream replied calmly: "Don't worry, for you... this should be the last time."
"……drink!"
The provocative words had the desired effect, causing the stocky boss holding an iron pillar to shout and swing his weapon. The roaring heavy weapon drew an indistinguishable afterimage in the air, towards the lost dream. A body not far away swept over. The bald man, whose face was hidden behind the shield, squatted down slightly, raised the shield as motionlessly as a mountain, and then waved it forcefully toward his side at the moment when the two metals collided again.
A loud metallic sound that was completely different from before resounded around the arena, and the huge iron rod that was bounced flew into the air. The metal powder worn away by the strong impact floated in the air together with the previous sparks. The shield that also flew out reflected the intoxicating light. The bald man with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth expressionlessly shook off his dislocated shoulders, pulled his feet out from the torn ground, and then He raised the dagger in his right hand and stabbed Stark's wide eyes with the open door. A strong aura then erupted in the center of the arena, completely drowning out the scene that was about to determine the winner. The players who had been watching the battle closely were also startled by this sudden change and were at a loss. He pointed at the center of the air column and shouted. In the scene that gradually became chaotic, a tall and burly black figure gradually appeared from the dust that had not dispersed. The murmurers looking at this scene were slightly confused. He whispered nervously: "Oops, I've heard of that Stark before... Huh?"
Beside her, Duan Qing, who was supposed to be sitting there, had disappeared, and in the duel arena where the smoke and dust had dispersed, a dark figure standing with hands behind his back gradually appeared in front of everyone.
"it's over."
He separated the fallen lost dream from the sight of the tall black figure, and then said lightly.
