The Sons of Dorn Chapter has been operating near the Eye of Terror for many years, often dealing with Chaos Space Marines, and they know the traitors very well.
"Strange to say, his swordsmanship...I always feel that."
Huberto Silver touched his chin and said to the deputy beside him:
"Why are they similar to those traitors of the Third Legion?"
The deputy nodded. Their war group had just fought against a Slaanesh war gang not long ago. Those corrupt swordsmen caused them a lot of casualties - and they were all good at using double swords.
"Indeed, the approach is somewhat similar, fast, ruthless, and focused on attacking the bottom plate."
"But if you look carefully, there are still differences. There are many more techniques for unloading and entangling... It must be a coincidence, right?"
"probably--"
On the field, the swords and shields collided continuously, and each collision released frightening shock ripples towards the blocker.
Ustad's arms even looked a little blurry because he moved too fast, but his face under his helmet was also sweating profusely and panting——
But Mutali just held on to his shield and swung his war sword from time to time, watching his opponent's momentum coldly.
The crunch of metal and sparks of collision echoed throughout the square.
"Ha ha!"
Ten seconds later, Ustad continued to launch attacks and continued his agile pace.
But the speed is no longer as fast as before.
Seeing that the opponent had been forced to the edge of the arena, Ustad suddenly rushed to the left, then suddenly turned back, raised both swords, and aimed at Mutali's torso.
The next second, the three weapons collided in a shower of sparks, and were entangled together.
Ustad used all the strength of his hands and the strength of his whole body to push hard.
Mutali only lasted a moment before he stumbled backwards, losing his balance.
"Aha!"
Seeing victory in sight, Ustad roared and charged forward.
With a loud bang, Mutali hit the pillars at the four corners of the arena, feeling as if the hard steel was squeezing into his back - there were no fences in the arena, but there were four pillars.
He rolled out of the way before Ustad's halberd struck the spot where his chest had been.
Suddenly, a burst of wild laughter came from the viewing platform. Everyone turned around and saw that it was the representative of the Black Templar, Marshal of the Eleventh Expedition Fleet, Sis Garrett.
"Good fight! You have to have this kind of momentum!"
As Mutali dodged another swipe and stumbled out of range, there was another low burst of jeers in the distance.
"Not even close."
Ustad completely ignored the sounds from the sidelines. He just chased his goal tightly, breathing heavily, and the eyepiece of his helmet was covered with sweat mist.
He was close to victory, and he had pushed the opponent to the edge of the arena step by step.
But he ignored the reality that his physical strength had been severely exhausted.
Mutali, on the other hand, had saved enough energy in the previous conflict——
"Ah!"
Suddenly, Mutali suddenly threw the shield in his hand towards Ustad.
Ustad was caught off guard by this order and could only cross his swords to block, but the huge power carried by the shield directly knocked him back several steps, and the sword in his hand was unable to move to the left and right.
At this time, Ustad's front was completely defenseless for the first time.
Mutali made a posture of curling up before jumping, then jumped out and rushed towards Ustad's torso, knocking him backwards.
The opponent was so fast that Ustad couldn't lower his sword in time.
Mutali restrained him tightly with his arms and pushed him backwards until he crashed against one of the arena's uprights with a sudden clang.
Seizing the opportunity, the White Templars' champion lost control of his shield, but still tightened his grip on his sword, preparing to deliver a powerful blow to his opponent.
But at this critical moment, the air around the two people suddenly became very cold.
At that moment, Ustad's arms suddenly burst out with great force, and he broke free from Mutali's restraints.
"What--"
In surprise, without waiting for Mutali's reaction, Ustad stepped forward and hit the opponent's face with his head.
In an instant, Mutali tilted his head back, the eyepiece was shattered inch by inch, and the pungent smell of blood began to fill the air.
"you....."
Mutali waved his sword to force the opponent back, and then stared at Ustad's figure through the broken eyepiece.
"who is it?"
Ustad did not respond, but charged forward with all his strength. Mutali could only passively engage in the battle.
Swords collided again and again, and the sharp blades shone brightly during the collision.
As the two warriors moved, there were only afterimages of each attack, and the audience kept making sounds of amazement.
But Suoshiyang suddenly frowned, and he sensed the power of gray marrow.
"Ustad....I already told him, this guy!"
Clenching his gauntlet tightly, Ustad's recklessness made Soshyan a little annoyed. Doesn't the other party know what will happen if the secret is leaked?
However, Talos beside him was very optimistic.
"It's okay, I'm wearing a helmet. Besides... Isn't he doing this just to make your face look bright?"
"I said, just try your best."
"For a warrior, the feeling of failure is uncomfortable no matter what. Although he doesn't talk much on weekdays, I can see that he has deep feelings for you and the battle group."
"well......"
Faced with Ustad's stormy attack, Mutali refused to give in this time.
Retreating does not exist for him at all, because he no longer has a shield, and taking a step back means failure.
Ustad's sword blade cut into his armor, and the damage was cold and deep. Every cut was sucking away his remaining strength. Although his sword would create wounds on the opponent's armor from time to time, the efficiency was far from that. Compared with the other party.
During this process, Ustad seemed to be mute, barely making a sound, not even a breath.
Realizing this, Mutali frowned and seemed to become worried, and even the sword became much slower.
But Ustad would not miss this opportunity. He got closer and kicked Mutali in the chest amid the buzz of weapons surrounding the two men.
Then came the second time, a direct hit to the abdomen.
Each impact echoed in the corridor like the sound of a forging furnace.
After the two swords struck together, Mutali's sword fell to the ground.
After the opponent hit his chest three times with the hilt of the sword, Mutali stumbled back towards the edge of the arena, and finally lost his balance and fell to the ground a few heartbeats later.
Soshyan sighed and shook his head, and the audience burst into warm applause.
"Astral Knight, Ustad, wins!!!"
