"You're right. Chatting with people you don't know has no practical meaning other than showing your enthusiasm. But..." Ransomber clasped his hands on his chest and faced the other person's gaze. His eyes narrowed slightly.
"End the battle in one round? Are you talking about yourself?" As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of ferocious sword power was released from Ransomber's body, followed by streaks of dazzling light shining from the armor he wore. .
What makes Lansenboer so confident is not only the eight-piece earth spirit-level outfit that exudes platinum brilliance, but also the fifth-turn holy seal-level arm guards that are the envy of most people!
Not to mention the differences in levels between the two, the equipment alone is already as big as heaven compared to the other. But even so, Lancelot did not want to be overwhelmed by the opponent in terms of momentum, and like Lancelot, he let the brilliance of his own armor shine.
"Brave suit? Or a fourth-level one? Is that guy kidding?"
"He just said that the winner can be determined in one round. Is he really referring to himself?"
"Don't be embarrassed, this knight on the lake is a big fan of Sword Demon at first glance. He came up here to give away points for a reasonable reason!"
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The crowd watching around had different opinions, but without exception, they did not have any expectations for Lancelot. The gap in strength was obvious. Facing Lancelot, who had a winning streak and superior strength, even Artolis had no expectations. I think Lancelot has every chance of winning.
"The gap between you and me is obvious. Even so, do you think you can defeat me?" There was no ridicule or contempt. Ransomber just stated his judgment and the judgment of the audience truthfully.
"One round, and no more." Lancelot's cloak fluttered in the wind, and his unwavering figure was like a wooden stake. He spoke in an unwavering tone, and just glanced at the equipment rack. After being lined up with weapons, he quickly looked away.
"You don't even plan to use weapons?" Holding the blade, Ransomber's expression gradually became serious.
"In my opinion, fists are enough to deal with you." Lancelot said, getting ready for an attack and tilting his head to meet the opponent's gaze.
"Well, without further ado, Paril Sword Demon, just let your horse come over!"
"I've made a promise, I won't show mercy." Facing the provocation of the incoming man, Ransomber immediately pulled out the sword blade, and at the same time, streaks of ink-colored thunder erupted from the sword body, making a series of "crackling" sounds in the air. .
From this point on, the confrontation is about to begin!
"It seems that both sides are ready, so I hereby announce that the ninth round of the showdown with the fearful Sword Demon as the champion has officially begun!"
After the host finished speaking, Ransomber had already set off. The distance of a hundred meters was reduced to zero in an instant. The figure dragging the black thunder was faster than the sharp arrows. His feet shook the ground with a loud bang, like a madman. The lightning, which was like a snake wrapped around a sharp blade, had already struck Lancelot's chest in just the blink of an eye.
As he said, even when facing an opponent whose strength was far weaker than his own, Ransomber had no intention of relaxing his vigilance. In other words, it was this presence that made him more concerned about the indescribable look on the opponent's face. Confidence, in his opinion, is more than just curiosity.
"Punch me!"
"???" What Lansenbor never expected was that in the face of his offensive, the opponent not only refused to dodge, but instead shouted angrily, and then shot straight ahead under his nose. fist.
Rather than accurately capturing the opponent's trajectory, his straightforward vision was more like saying that the guy didn't see the opponent's actions clearly at all. He just believed that the opponent would launch an offensive in front of him, and responded accordingly. stop.
But it makes sense to think about it. It is understandable that the dynamic vision of a cultivator who is only at the early stage of rank four would not be able to keep up with that of his fifth rank. Ransomber was not too surprised by this. But this inevitably leads to more doubts. If the man in black can't even capture his own movements, how can he be sure that he can win?
However, Lancelot's punch didn't seem to have much structure, and Lancelot didn't flinch at all. Although it was too simple to avoid its edge, he just faced this level of punch. If he even thought about backing down from the attack, it would really dishonor his reputation as a warrior.
"In terms of strength, I don't think I will be inferior to anyone of my generation. And since you have that kind of confidence, you might as well let me try your strength?!" As he said this, Lansenbor gave up the sword strike first. , facing Lancelot's punch, he raised his thundering fist and slammed it forward.
"Bang——!" The two fists collided, and the overflowing light surged in the center of the platform, and a series of explosions sounded in the air.
Let’s not mention martial arts for now, but when it comes to strength, even with Lancelot fully buffed, Artolis doesn’t think he can take on Lancelot’s attack. It was nothing more than that in her opinion, the gap in strength between the two was too great. Ransomber, whose strength could stabilize Huang Hao, should not suffer at the hands of Lancelot.
"Slapping someone in the face to make someone fat."
Even if the dust is fixed, Artolis can guess the result.
Maybe it was just as the passerby said, Lancelot was there to give away the points!
However, just when everyone thought that Lancelot could not bear it and was about to collapse, an unexpected and inconsistent sound started from the dust and smoke.
"No, you really dare to answer it?"
Hearing Lancelot's unruly voice, Artolis frowned, and then she saw the wind of the guy's fist blowing away the dust and smoke. When the two fists collided, Lancelot actually had the upper hand. !
The power of this unflashy punch was so powerful, it was like punching on a thousand tons of fine iron. The unshakable force made Ransomber's face change. But at the moment of the collision, his thought-provoking punch Ao's power fell into a disadvantage.
The next second, a "crackling" sound came from his finger joints, which startled Ransomber. Seeing this, he ignored the so-called martial ethics and directly activated his divine power to activate the stunts on his arm guards. In an instant, the brilliance was released, and the brilliance shone, dyeing the entire arena and the auditorium into a bright golden color.
However, the golden glow only lasted for less than a second before being wiped out by the even more powerful fist wind.
Lancelot's punch not only gained the upper hand, but also shattered the illusions of all the spectators in an extremely simple and crude way, directly knocking the astonished Ransomber out of the ring like a cannonball, and then It slammed into the boundary wall.
"I'm afraid of the Leer Sword Demon, but that's all."
Seeing Lancelot sliding down the edge of the barrier and fainting, Lancelot shook his hand easily and nodded with satisfaction.
"They say it only takes one round, why don't you believe it!"
