In the swirling sand and dust, three figures alternately attacked each other with high frequency. Sparks shot out from the collision of gold and iron, or the flames of various skills, kept flickering in the wind and sand. The intensity of the battle was beyond expectations. Everyone expected.
Almost everyone thought that the assassin would adopt a delaying strategy and continue to harass You Dou until the paladin's mental power could no longer be sustained.
However, Chakrias seemed to be getting more and more excited as he fought, sparing no effort in attacking. Most people present could see the potential flaws of the Paladin, but he turned a blind eye and focused on the head-on battle.
"This person...even though he is from Virgil's side, he is really annoying..." A wry smile appeared on Mo Bei's face, expressing the strange feelings in his heart.
Unexpectedly, this sentence resonated with the friends. They all felt that this assassin had not shown any aggressiveness or cunning and ruthless behavior in addition to showing excellent combat power from the time he came on stage until now.
Compared with Alvin, who beat people to the ground as soon as he came on the stage, this person seemed more like he was here to participate in a friendly competition. . .
But no matter what the opponent's plan is, the final victory must not fall on them. Otherwise, Perona will have to be anxious if so many gold coins are won away. . .
The rhythm of the battle is like an ever-accelerating drumbeat, and attack and defense are becoming more and more dazzling. In the eyes of some job transferees, the battle situation on the field has become a bit overwhelming, and those ordinary craftsmen are really just watching the fun. No matter who has the upper hand, they just cheer when there is a collision on the field.
As if there was no limit, Chakrias continued to increase the frequency of attacks, and after more than ten rounds, he overwhelmed the Paladin's defense.
Although he was knocked to the ground, this paladin's defeat was not ugly. Compared with being exhausted and then defeated, his opponent had already given him enough respect.
In a room next to the square, the gloom finally disappeared from Virgil's fat face and he smiled happily.
In his opinion, Chakrias was showing his absolute crushing strength, and the ever-accelerating attack rhythm was constantly increasing the invisible pressure in everyone's hearts, but he still preferred the pleasure of the instant victory just now, It would have been better if the attack had been more ruthless.
Thinking of this, he felt a faint feeling of dissatisfaction with this second son in his heart. He always felt that this child had become less obedient.
However, this does not affect his current proud mood.
Although he didn't want to admit it, he also felt that the various decisions he had made before were just like following the donkey in the village, stepping on manure, and he was almost depressed by Conrad.
Now that he is finally about to counterattack, how can he not feel happy! ?
He felt that it would be great if people like Borg were here, then he could gain double happiness!
He moved his head closer to the window and looked in the direction of the people from the Federation of Commerce and Industry. Although he couldn't see clearly, he still let out a burst of sharp laughter.
Thinking that those people sent the little girl from Rodney's family to the scene, not only failed to please her, but also made a big fool of herself in public. I really want to see the expressions on those people's faces.
On the other side of the square, when Mo Bei saw this unexpected ending, he straightened up, stretched his arms, and took out his mental shield and Akali's space blade, the Bone Stringer, from the inventory.
He was still wearing the Conrad family's standard helmet and armor, and his gloves and shoes were replaced by those of the Immortal King, but the overall appearance was still basically the same as he had been during this period.
Chakrias was still waiting at the scene, but at this time the guards and craftsmen on Conrad's side seemed very silent, and no one could be seen preparing for war.
These people were indeed very frustrated when they thought that the generous final reward would fall into the hands of others, just as Virgil had expected at the beginning, especially since their family leader was the one who spent the most generous money. Such a result would be even more shameless.
Many people also looked back at a rooftop, as if they wanted to find the Ursine Druid who had once pushed the atmosphere into a frenzy and also showed a winning attitude. Although they all knew that they would lose the qualification to challenge once they exited the stage, but at least they could Ease the frustration in your heart at this time.
However, they saw a figure wearing the standard armor of the Guards lining up the crowd and walking towards the square with head held high.
Someone else is coming!
The crowd immediately burst into excited cheers!
Mo Bei's blazing aura gave them a strong appeal, as if every step he took could dissipate the dejected mood. Until now, no participant in the battle has been able to show such power when he takes the field. of confidence!
"ha..."
Virgil noticed the renewed atmosphere outside. After seeing the situation clearly, he couldn't help but sneered, but the expression on his face was a bit surprised.
In fact, he was not satisfied with the effect of the previous morale blow. After all, Chakrias had only won three games in a row, and his methods were not violent enough. If he wanted to establish a terrifying image, this was not enough.
Since there are still people willing to go up and deliver food, that would be great. The more excited those people are now, the stronger the negative impact will be later.
Mo Bei walked quickly and halfway, he raised the shield in his left hand. After a slight tremor, he opened a transparent barrier of holy light and strode into the wind. His momentum rose again. Even Chakrias in the field felt a powerful wave. There was a feeling of pressure, and the eyelids trembled slightly.
How many people would have to kill to have such a suffocating aura? . . .
Chakriyas suddenly remembered the record in the history books of Kejistan about Lakis, the brave commander-in-chief of the three armies in the era of Emperor Tasara.
This is an indescribable feeling. No matter how many monsters are killed, it may not produce this kind of energy deterrence against the same kind.
Large-scale killings among humans have long been a thing of the past, and he doesn't understand why someone who makes him feel this way appears here.
This energy was locked on his body, but others did not feel it so strongly. They only knew that the next battle would not disappoint them.
"Kyle, Mordres."
Mo Bei stood still on the field, pointed the space blade diagonally at the ground and performed a knight's salute. He said his current pseudonym in a calm voice, but he intended to ask the other party's identity.
"Chakriyas, Virgil."
"Nice to meet you."
The corner of Mo Bei's mouth raised slightly. The other party's family name did not surprise him because he had already made such a guess. But when he heard the name, he had to change his style of play.
He raised the sword blade in his hand and pointed it at Chakrias, and continued:
"But I'm sorry, I can't give you the same respect in this battle."
"Huh?" Chakrias raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling that the other party's words were a bit meaningless.
"Dawei... Tianlong."
As the words fell, a bolt of lightning as bright as a heavenly sword penetrated the whistling wind and sand, and struck Chakriyas with a "bang" in the blink of an eye.
At this time, Mo Bei was basically sure of his guess, and he had guessed the plans of Virgil and the others to a close, so he had to defeat his opponent in the most straightforward way to demoralize the opponent!
