Chapter 33 Miracle

"Varkas Ur bets 37 points of contribution"

"VS"

"Ash Hiss bets 2 points of contribution"

Originally, it was very rare for a newcomer to participate in two consecutive days of death-matches when he first arrived in the 'cesspit' (the nickname of the death row inmate for the prison). Not to mention that his opponent was actually the 'noble' Varcas, which naturally attracted countless people. s concern.

Many people who were not from the Death Fight Club came over to watch. The auditorium was packed, and there were even a lot of people standing at the door.

"Both of them use swords...is it a sword duel? It's been a long time since I've seen swordsmen fight. After every sword duel, the whole arena is filled with the fragrant smell of blood..."

"Human, chop that elf to death!"

"What kind of sword-holding posture is this? He has never learned swordsmanship! Could it be that he was afraid when he saw a noble holding a sword and took one too?"

"If you don't know how to use a sword, don't use a sword! Wouldn't it be better to use a spear? It's simple, easy and easy to use."

"Obviously it's better to hold an axe. If you drop the axe, no matter what kind of weapon you have, it will all turn into a pulp."

"You...what are you talking about? Long guns are obviously more suitable for beginners!"

"I...I'm not talking nonsense! The ax is the best weapon for newcomers!"

Ash has one more reason to escape from prison: he would rather listen to others swearing than listen to two big men arguing in the elegant sentences of a proud girl, which is clearly the voice of Black Tornado. It's like winter. Yin Gong Tofu Nao is also against harmony.

"They're so noisy."

"The cesspit is like this. There are flies buzzing everywhere."

Varkas looked at the iron sword in his hand and flicked it with his fingers, making a clear and crisp sound.

"Maggots can't turn into butterflies. Even a real butterfly is just a bigger fly in a manure pit."

Ash smiled and said: "It seems that you have a lot of feelings about prison life. Are you interested in publishing a book?"

Varkas gently brushed his fingers over the sword blade and assumed a standard swordsmanship posture.

"Ash Heath, I'm sorry."

When the barriers on the four sides of the arena rose, Varkas turned into a swift shadow, and the long sword in his hand seemed to extend to more than ten meters in length, piercing the air in an instant!

Even though Ash had been careful and vigilant, he still had no time to block with his sword. He could only barely dodge to the right to avoid the vital point, and a small piece of flesh was cut off from his shoulder by Varkas' sword!

The intense pain made Ash take a breath, but he had no time to rest, because Varkas was already close at hand!

clang! clang! clang!

Ash did not run away, but did the opposite, breaking into Varkas's arms and bringing the battle into the most dangerous distance!

His rationality was not overwhelmed by the pain - Varkas was ten centimeters taller than him, with longer hands and longer legs. His wingspan and attack range were too great, and Ash had almost no room for resistance at medium or close range. Only by shortening the distance between the two parties to an extremely close distance can Varkas' advantage be turned into a disadvantage, making him unable to swing his sword!

"Have you never learned any swordsmanship?"

Ash suddenly felt a chill running through his body, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Valkas turn his wrist, from holding the sword in his forehand to holding it in his backhand!

clang!

Varkas's sword blocked Ash's thrust. The elf directly raised his elbow horizontally and hit the explosive hammer Ash on the forehead with his height advantage!

retreat! retreat! retreat!

The power of the elbow hit made Ash almost faint. At this time, the magic power that had been silent in his mind slowly began to circulate, emitting a cool breath that made Ash quickly regain consciousness. His body still maintained the fighting instinct and retreated decisively!

When Ash's vision returned to clarity, he was greeted by a cold light!

boom!

Ash climbed to his feet, not daring to let his back touch the ground. He looked at the wall that was shattered by Varkas' sword, his face filled with fear, followed closely by fear.

Their swords are all unpointed!

The prison is not crazy enough to hand over sharp weapons to the death row inmates to fight!

Just now, it was outrageous that Varkas cut off a piece of Ash's shoulder blade with an unbladed blade. Ash just thought that Varkas's sword was so fast that his shoulder flesh couldn't react.

But that's a stone wall!

It came from stones!

Stop, this is not swordsmanship!

This is beyond the scope of swordsmanship!

"Shu, magic spirit?"

"Why do you look a little surprised?"

Varkas smiled.

"Isn't it natural for magicians to use magical spirits in battle?"

"But the prison did not release the restrictions on magic power——"

"Some things cannot be locked. Even if their hands and feet are tied, they will still grow wings and fly. Those magic spirits born from the knowledge that I fully master, even if there is no supply of magic power, they are still my strength , will still make every ordinary action of mine turn into a miraculous moment."

Ash let out a deep breath. He felt that the clothes were a little heavy. That was because the blood from his shoulder had wet the clothes. He felt that his strength was leaking out one by one, and when the blood escaped from his body, it also took away his physical strength.

Unlike a bare-knuckle boxing match, a swordfight to the death using cold weapons does not have so many fancy turn-based confrontations. There is only a momentary breath of life and death - the strong survive and the weak die.

But for some reason, he felt very refreshed, the magic in his mind even became active, and his shoulders didn't hurt much anymore.

"If such an attack hits a vital part, I shouldn't be able to save it, right?"

"I don't know, I've never used my full strength against someone in a fight to the death."

"Am I the first?"

"And the last one."

boom!

Varkas gently teased him, and the ground, which was comparable to fine steel, began to crack and explode, like a giant snake rushing towards Ash under the ground!

"The miracle of elven swordsmanship, the mountains and the ground are shattered!?"

"He actually worked a miracle!"

"How can it be!"

There was a roar in the auditorium, and the faces of the condemned prisoners were almost pressed against the invisible barrier, just begging to see more details of Varcas.

Igura was no exception. He had seen Valkas fight to the death before and had already expected that Valkas could use magic spirits.

But using magical spirits and using miracles are two completely different concepts!

Every miracle must be cast by the cooperation of several compound magic spirits, but this does not mean that having several compound magic spirits can cast a miracle, just like ordinary people and handsome guys and beauties all have one mouth, one nose and two eyes. , but the result of the combination is that one has an angel face, and the other also has an angel face - except that he was born with his face on the ground first.

The difficulty of casting a miracle is extremely high, so high that "casting a miracle" itself is a part of the miracle.

You must know that those who can become magicians are inherently talented. Otherwise, it would be impossible to refine a skill to the level of "shu" and summon magic spirits.

However, even for such a group of proud people, most of them only have the extravagant hope of mastering one or two miracles in their lifetime, and this is also the average level of magicians - below average magicians have not even mastered one miracle.

Miracles are so rare that their benefits are naturally positively correlated with difficulty. Compared with the direct effects of magical spirits, the power of miracles is more complex, grand, and difficult to crack, and can even produce all kinds of incredible effects that span the gap between factions.

For example, the swordsman's miracle will have a healing effect, the water magician's miracle can evaporate the enemy, and the gunman's miracle will make the enemy actively catch the bullet...

There is a popular saying among magicians - 'Magic spirits are just an extension of our skills, miracles are truly incredible! ’

Igura also mastered miracles, and he also fully mastered several magical spirits required for miracles. In theory, he was also qualified to cast miracles.

But he never managed to perform a miracle in prison.

Never succeeded even once!

If you say that activating magic spirits in prison is equivalent to picking your own nose with your feet, it is a bit difficult but you just need to practice more;

Then performing miracles in prison is equivalent to putting makeup on yourself with your feet! The makeup must also look very good, otherwise it won’t be considered a miracle!

Now Ash is finished.

Igura looked at the earth shattering in the death fighting ring and felt pity for Ash.

Varkas obviously came here to kill people. Under the crushing force of miracles, there was no need to think about Ash's whole body. It was hard to say whether all the meat paste could be found from the rubble. The medical doctors in the prison treatment room simply couldn't handle it. Seriously injured, Ash's body must be disposed of by the ogres in the end.

This is the reality of the Blood Moon Kingdom. Under the tablecloth of 'racial equality', 'law supremacy' and 'harmonious coexistence', carnivores still follow the cruelest law of the jungle.

Once his interests are touched, even if he is hiding in Broken Lake Prison, he will still be crushed to death by the fingers of the superior.

What a pity, a pretty interesting man...

When the sound of the deathmatch ring falling apart and the earth falling apart rang out for a long time, someone finally couldn't sit still.

"Why isn't he dead yet?"

"Even if the miracle is weakened to less than 10% of its power, it won't be able to kill a weakling who can't even hold a sword, right?"

That's right, why isn't Ash still dead?

The prisoners on death row, who had been distracted by the miracle, only then began to observe Asher seriously.

There was no good ground left in the death-match arena. Facing Varkas's effortless earth-shattering miracle, Ash dodged left and right like a hamster. He was so embarrassed that he was almost crushed to pieces by the collapse of the mountain several times. .

But he dodged it every time! every time!

Although his movements looked awkward, in the eyes of this group of death row prisoners, his movements were becoming more and more crisp and clean, without any waste of energy!

Even Ash's sword is becoming more and more stable, and can even block Varkas's slash!

Simply, simply like...

"It's like yesterday's fight to the death with the beautiful beast."

Someone murmured quietly.

As the first victim, Igula naturally felt this deeply. During the battle, he watched helplessly as Ashiu became stronger step by step, his skills became better and better, and he transformed from a hothouse flower who couldn't even roll into a beast full of fighting instincts in just a few minutes.

Now, however, a second victim has emerged.

Ash, this beast, is so beastly that he learned swordsmanship in battle! ?

This is a prison, not a genius training center, you bastard!

But there are also many people who recall Ashiu's crime in their hearts and connect Ashiu's genius performance at this time with his origins.

"Four Pillar Gods..."

In the dim auditorium, Lang Na hooked her boyfriend's neck and stared closely at the two people in the deathmatch ring, with a strange light flashing in his pupils.