Talos held a sword in one hand, but when passing by a certain warrior, he conveniently took a power ax from the opponent's waist.
With sword in one hand and ax in the other, Talos' stance surprised his duelists.
"It looks like you're going to do that."
Nodding, Ulminsk also drew his second sword.
This is how the duel began.
Adhering to the concept of always taking a preemptive strike, Ulminsk launched the fastest and most violent assault at the beginning, causing Talos to retreat continuously for a while.
Boom——!
Ten seconds later, Talos crossed his two weapons to block the opponent's slash for the third time.
Then he knocked aside the opponent's left-hand sword with his axe, and struck another futile blow with his own sword into Ulminsk's thick armor.
But the opponent was very flexible, and with a twist he removed the force of the sword, allowing the blade to slide away from the ceramic steel layer, leaving nothing but a scratch.
Talos cursed, and just as he was about to pursue him, the opponent's sword had already shot out from the side.
He could only retreat, but Ulminsk suddenly kicked out, causing a crack in his chest and making him almost fall down as if struck by lightning.
Before he could take a breath, the power armor flashing with deadly lightning had already struck, crackling as its energy was released into the air.
Talos wielded both weapons and slammed the opponent's sword, lowering it.
The colliding energy positions roared with sparks of anger. When Ulminsk raised his left sword high and prepared to penetrate Talos' helmet, the battle ax suddenly swung upwards and jammed the opponent's sword hilt.
Talos's intentions were finally realized.
The Night Lord pulled the ax backwards and took the sword away from the grasp of the third legion swordsman.
The two backed away again.
Talos still wielded the two weapons, stepping on the sword that fell on the ground with one foot, while Ulminsk held the sword with both hands.
"You did a great job, Think Tank, but that's it."
"I think I'm going to win."
The prophet smiled behind his visor.
"What do you think?"
The two warriors began to circle around each other, both looking for an opportunity in their opponent, a weakness that could be exploited.
Suddenly, Ulminsk swung his sword, drew an arc, and attacked downwards.
Talos deflected the sword and then launched a counterattack.
Through the instantaneous alternation of attack and defense, both sides of the battle are testing their opponents' physical strength.
This time, Talos rushed over and swung his ax at Ulminsk's base, trying to catch him off guard.
The swordsman easily blocked the blow, then switched from defense to offense and slashed towards Talos' abdomen.
The prophet reluctantly took the move, but at the same time his body lost balance.
Ulminsk quickly caught on to this mistake and punched Talos' helmet with the metal gauntlet, knocking him to the ground.
But the swordsman did not pursue his victory. He stopped his attack, allowing Talos to get back to his feet.
Blood dripped from Talos's nose and slipped out of the grille.
"That's all, swordsman."
The two collided again, their weapons clashing, sword hilts and ax handles locked together.
Ulminsk pressed his body forward and spoke to Talos face to face.
"What you just said is as stupid as you are."
The voice of the swordsman of the Third Legion was full of anger.
"You're so pathetic."
Talos pushed Ulminsk away and swung his battle ax forward, but his opponent easily deflected the attack.
After that, Ulminsk launched a counterattack at a dizzying speed. Each attack was faster and more powerful than the last, leaving Talos no room for a moment's delay.
The prophet began to retreat step by step. He was unable to parry the attack of the swordsmen of the third legion like a furious storm.
"By the way, Faith Freddy and his team of detectives, how did you catch them?"
Just as the two warriors were fighting to the death, Huron suddenly spoke to Soshyan across the duel, in a very relaxed tone, as if he already knew the outcome.
"The maliciousness of your move is really unique."
Knowing what "that move" the other party was referring to, Soshyan smiled mockingly.
"Remember, they are but the least of what I can do to traitors like you, Huron."
This time, the Black Heart King no longer sounded happy.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, you'll see that later."
On the field, Talos finally could no longer hold on. He lost his balance and fell to the ground on one knee. He could only barely resist another blow that came towards him.
But his half-parrying posture only partially resisted the attack. When the swordsman's blade hit his forearm, the prophet roared in pain, and the stench from the burned flesh immediately penetrated the nostrils of the surrounding warriors.
Although his arm was saved, Talos' power ax fell off
The last blow, also the most violent blow, hit Talos and fell to the ground.
The swordsman then kicked the "think tank director" to the ground with a humiliating kick.
Talos nearly dropped his sword, and when he stood up, he managed to strike back with an impromptu blow, but the swordsman blocked it easily.
Talos then stepped back, some distance away from his opponent.
"Can you be more cowardly, a lackey of the false emperor?"
Ulminsk has already begun to mentally plan how to torture his opponent in order to lower the morale of the Astral Knights.
He felt victory, just like countless times in the past, but this time the opponent seemed a bit weak, not even worthy of taking the opponent's head as a trophy.
"No matter how coward I am, at least I will not sell my asshole to a tyrant. Everyone knows that Huron is a damn ****! He only likes little boys and sissies!"
Talos' words really angered Ulminsk this time.
He pounced on Talos with a deadly charge, the sword in his hand drawing an arc that was invisible to the naked eye.
"You bastard!"
But he didn't notice the cunning light in Talos's eyes.
The prophet had predicted his actions and knew that the swordsman would reveal a small flaw in his rage.
He used cowardly actions to cover up his next tactics. The moment the opponent rushed towards him, he found the gap in his vision, bypassed the swordsman's angry blow, and pierced his unprotected flank. .
"you----"
Ulminsk did not expect this at all, and this sword made him completely lose his balance.
Talos launched a second thrust, spinning his sword into the belly of the fallen Third Legion warrior, silently enjoying the shock of the other warriors.
They no longer looked forward to their brother's victory, but watched as he vomited his own blood all over the deck.
Ulminsk twitched and blood spurted out of his mouth. He used his last strength to turn around and looked at Talos with arrogant but desperate eyes.
"Why....."
As he spoke, the swordsman fell to his knees first, and then threw himself forward.
Talos bent down and stared into his foe's eyes, imitating his final attack, a taunt that made the Red Corsairs roar low.
Huron's claws clenched even more tightly.
"You are too stupid and stupid, but I am merciful, traitor... Repent your sins and curse that tyrant, and you will be saved. I may not kill you."
"I... don't regret anything!"
The swordsman coughed up blood and said.
Talos grinned, lowered his sword, and harvested the head.
The team of Astral Knights suddenly erupted in enthusiastic cheers, and Huron's face turned livid.
