The First Thousand Two Hundred and Twelve Chapters Admit Defeat

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Fortunately, Locke did not know the inner thoughts of the orc warrior Kluff.

Asking him to go to Feng Lan plane to cultivate for 50 years is enough to give Locke a headache. If it is 200 to 500 years, I am afraid that Locke will go crazy.

He is only in his 180s this year.

The tornado storm has grown to the extreme under Locke's deliberate manipulation. Being in the center of the storm and feeling the strong wind element power around him, Locke suddenly had the illusion of being in the underground wind tunnel of the Feng Lan plane.

In terms of wind strength, this tornado already has the ability to threaten the lives of ordinary three-level creatures.

It was also at this time that the giant tornado was like a standing funnel, and the sharpest and most powerful part of the wind element blade at the bottom of the funnel slammed into Prince Kahn, who was defending like an iron hedgehog with no dead ends!

"Whether you can win depends on this move." In the center of the storm, the scarlet bloody eyes under the bone armor looked coldly at Prince Kahn below.

Wearing a crown of thorns and a battle armor, holding a rolling thunder epee, Kahn, who is in a state of madness, also understands that the next step is to decide who will be the winner of this competition.

"Roar!" After the heavy roar, Kahn's hand holding the Rolling Thunder Epee became even tighter.

Under the blessing of the true meaning of Jagged Blood, countless blood-colored energies converged on Prince Kahn's right hand from all over his body.

To be precise, it was the epee that converged on his right hand.

The blood-colored light contained in the Rolling Thunder Epee was deeper.

In the face of Locke's last blow, the Lion Prince seems to be planning to use the power bonus brought by the maddening of Jagged Blood to collide head-on.

This is indeed in line with the temperament of the Rhine Lions.

After being blackened by Locke and beaten for a long time, Prince Kahn's long ago was full of fire.

Although the most sensible way is to temporarily avoid Locke's last blow to preserve his strength.

In this case, Prince Kahn, who has survived this trick, will easily win the competition.

But how could the arrogant royal lions choose such a 'cowardly' approach.

From the point of view of the pride of the enemy, defeating the opponent with pure power is the true temperament of the orcs.

"Blood Blade Slash!" The huge blood-colored blade was thrown from Prince Kahn's rolling thunder epee.

This move also almost consumed the rest of Kahn's strength.

two-thirds.

The collision of the storm and the blood blade made the school grounds of the Praetorian Guards suffer a ruthless ravage and baptism.

The ground was lifted, and a huge stone mill with a diameter of five meters rolled up into the sky under the traction of the storm.

The orc warriors who were watching near the school grounds had already retreated again and again, but they still had the illusion that they were about to be blown down by the powerful impact.

"The situation is a bit out of control, this is not good! The Guards are considered my Kluf's territory, and they have to be controlled a little bit." The energy shock did not affect him.

A touch of blood-colored energy was generated on Kluf's body surface, which was only the performance after he cultivated to the extreme.

Kluf's blood-colored energy quickly shot, and a light energy shield shrouded the surrounding of the school grounds.

At the same time as Clough shot, another person on the school field also shot.

A touch of black dark element magic, fleeting in the blink of an eye.

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The storm calmed down, and the blood blade disappeared. On the school field at this time, the two third-level creatures were abnormally weak and exhausted.

Prince Kahn looked very miserable at this time. The crown and thorns armor he wore was completely scrapped, and the wounds on his body were also very eye-catching and terrifying.

If such an injury is placed on a magician or an orc priest, immortality is definitely a serious injury.

But on Prince Karn, a third-level orc warrior, it was an ordinary moderate injury.

These wounds look scary, but in fact, Kahn can recover in a week or two.

Compared with Kahn, Locke, who suddenly appeared in front of him with the protection of a dark element shield, was much luckier.

At least he didn't have too many obvious scars on his body at this time.

After the dark element shield flickered for a few seconds, it gradually turned into a little bit of elemental power and disappeared into nothingness.

Before completely dissipating, the most striking feature of this dark elemental shield is a large indent in its center.

Obviously, the culprit that caused such a dent was the blood blade released by Kahn.

But what makes all orcs even more unbelievable is how this mere dark element shield blocked the attack of Prince Karn's blood blade.

Although there is a preemptive weakening of the power of Rock's storm, it can block the blood of Prince Karn

The power of the blade, the strength of this dark element shield, aroused the attention of all the orcs.

In the corner of the field of the Guards Military Academy, a magician wrapped in a black robe stood quietly.

Many orcs present are not unfamiliar with the magician, because not long ago they cooperated with the magician to draw two tubes of their own blood in exchange for a generous reward.

"I lost, Prince Kahn, you are indeed a formidable opponent." Locke said with a sigh.

If it hadn't been for Ashar's sudden intervention, his outcome would have been much worse than the prince's.

There is no vindictiveness in his body. In that kind of crisis, even the magic scroll can't be taken out in time to use Locke, only the blood

The blade hits hard on this one result.

Locke's confession made Kahn couldn't help rolling his eyes. He thought it was just an ordinary discussion. Even Prince Kahn himself did not expect that it would eventually develop into such a situation.

The two sides released their transformations one after another. Locke returned to a physique of 1.8 meters, while Prince Kahn returned to three meters.

"Bring it!" After returning to his original appearance, Prince Kahn first scratched his crown and thorns in distress, and then stretched out his lion's claws at Locke.

Resisting the smile, Locke handed over the two third-level biological crystal cores that Prince Kahn had promised to fight this time.

With the two crystal cores in hand, Prince Kahn's face looked a little better.

For this extra money, he was injured, and his armor was destroyed. Prince Kahn really regretted agreeing to the competition of this human knight.

Resisting the feeling of weakness coming from his body, Locke walked towards Ashar on the edge of the arena.

"Thank you, otherwise I might have to stay in Shabak's hotel for a while," Locke said to Ashar.

A viscous orange potion was thrown to Locke by Ashar. Locke is no stranger to this potion. It was the concentrated potion he hated when he was seriously injured on the plane of wind and mist.

The strange smell of the concentrated potion made Locke frown.

But after taking it, the feeling of warmness and strength returning in the abdomen, still made Locke temporarily forget the unpleasantness caused by the taste buds.

"A good battle, a good potion. Are the two guests the knight and the magician from the east coast of the wizarding world?" At this time, the Tiger warrior Kluff stepped forward and greeted.

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