Chapter 1217 Bloom

Although Billy showed great displeasure, he finally acquiesced to my inclusion in the lineup.

After all, he is just a fighting maniac who only desires to satisfy the desire to fight in his heart. He is not a restless person in the simple sense.

After finalizing the layout, we had a short strategic discussion.

It wasn’t until 8:10 that our opponent appeared in the lounge unhurriedly.

Uniform and straight uniforms, proud and glorious eyes, exquisite and expensive weapons, these are the qualities that belong only to the most elite members of large guilds, and they are vividly reflected in them.

Putting aside the strength for the moment, this temperament alone is enough to make many unknown small guilds tremble.

Yura glanced at the other party and whispered in his ear: "They are very strong."

I couldn't help but be surprised: "Have you ever fought against them?"

She nodded: "I fought against them when I was in level six, and we lost."

"What's their fighting style like?" I asked.

"Very tough," Yura said, "and very good at attacking."

"Do you want to change your strategy?" Yang Jiu was a little worried and said, "There will always be flaws in the defense."

"Always attacking will still have flaws." I squinted, stared at the opponent's leader, and said slowly: "I'm afraid our attack will not be as fierce as theirs, so let's compare defense and patience with them. I don't believe it. In this battle, not even a single flaw can be found.",

8:29 a.m., Arena Thirteen.

I stood behind Jackson's big shield, staring coldly at the opponent's shieldman a few meters away.

That large shield was completely different from the one held by Jackson. It had gorgeous, noble, and exquisite beast totems carved on the outside, making the entire shield very majestic. On the other hand, Jackson's large shield was gray and had countless fine lines crisscrossing it. It looks like a scratched mirror.

Comparing the two, we instantly appear to be very low.

Sighing slightly, I secretly rejoiced: "Fortunately, the content of the competition is a competition of strength, not beauty."

With a whistle, the battle officially begins.

As in previous battles, the shooter is always the first to attack.

The opponent's archer must have been ready to attack. At the same time as the whistle sounded, an arrow shot towards our big shield with lightning speed.

At the same moment, Lilea also shot a crossbow arrow that was small but powerful enough to rival it.

The arrowhead of the feather arrow is wrapped in a ball of blue light, while the arrowhead of the crossbow arrow is wrapped in a ball of red light.

The two arrows passed by each other, making a low whine, and then immediately separated and flew towards each other's targets.

In the blink of an eye, the feather arrow hit the big shield hard. At the same time as the muffled sound started, the blue light group surrounding the arrow burst out with strong magic. A layer of frost as thick as a palm spread from the tip of the arrow. In the blink of an eye, it was gone. Cover the entire shield surface.

At the same time, the crossbow arrow accurately hit the center of the opponent's shield. There was an explosion, followed by a scorching wave of air. The high temperature destroyed the shield surface over and over again, trying to burn this majestic totem.

One arrow is ice, the other is fire, the first move can be said to be equal to the other.

Looking at Jackson holding the shield again, he was still holding a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, squatting on the spot, motionless. It was not until all the power of the ice magic was released that he tapped the shield surface with his sword to knock off the thick ice shell attached.

Looking at the shield hand on the opposite side, the shield has been slightly raised, covering the entire body, only revealing half of the helmet covering the head.

After the heat wave dissipated, he stuck his head out and shook the shield slightly, presumably to dissipate some heat.

After one blow, the magic missiles were like exploding fireworks, hitting each other overwhelmingly.

I kept a close eye on the trajectory of the huge number of magic missiles, aimed at one of them, and reached out to grab it. As soon as I grabbed it into the palm of my hand, I felt a burst of tension erupt from the palm of my hand. That was the power generated by the explosion of the magic missile.

I roughly felt the intensity of the power, and I had some ideas in my mind. However, just one of them didn't mean much, so I took off my right gauntlet, aimed at the magic missiles again, and selected the largest one among them. , grabbed it again.

As soon as my finger touched the magic missile, it exploded. Suddenly, a powerful force hit my finger.

My fingertips were slightly numb, and I raised my palm. I could clearly feel that the brute force from the magic missile was forcing my hand away inch by inch.

"You want to force me away?" I snorted coldly, and I felt fierce in my heart. I exerted force on my arms and palms at the same time, resisting the force and driving straight in. When my fingers reached the center of the arrogant power, I exerted force again and squeezed hard.

There was a soft sound of waves, and an almost transparent ripple, centered on my fist, swayed in all directions. When it hit the magic barrier, the barrier trembled slightly.

There was silence for a few seconds, then suddenly there was a cry, and the onlookers cheered.

Ignoring the cries around me, I slowly took my hand back and spread it out. On the palm of my hand, I saw several tiny blood marks that were healing at an extremely fast speed.

The moment I saw the blood stains, I couldn't help but be slightly startled. Could this large magic missile hurt me? !

While I was thinking about it, a strong wind struck me. I subconsciously turned my head and looked in the direction of the strong wind. I saw an arrow wrapped in a crimson gun shot towards my right hand.

hide? Or block?

For a moment, two options came to my mind at the same time, and I didn't know which one to choose.

While I was stunned, I felt a burning sensation piercing my right hand. At the same time, an explosion exploded in my ears. The blast of air forced me to take half a step back.

A second later, a bone-piercing pain came from his right hand. When he looked down, he saw that his right palm was covered in blood and flesh, and there were even a few places where white bones were exposed.

The moment I stared at the blur of flesh and bones, I ignored the severe pain, the screams of my teammates, and even the magic missiles that kept coming around me.

Because, I found that at this moment, I was laughing.

Yes, I was just laughing.

Laughing because of the severe injury to his right hand.

Smiling because of the perfectly timed arrow.

To be able to shoot such a beautiful arrow at such a good time, this archer must be quite extraordinary.

Being able to release so many magic missiles while also mixing in magic missiles that are enough to hurt me is not an easy thing for this magician.

It is also not easy for a shield hand to withstand the heat wave released by burning magic and hold on until the end.

With three strong teammates in a team, will the other teammates be inferior?

Recalling my first impression when I met them, I raised my lips and smiled: No wonder they are so proud and glorious. All of this is based on strength.

They are strong enemies, the first team of strong enemies we have encountered so far. Being able to fight against strong enemies is a great honor for an adventurer.

Maybe we will lose this battle, but at least we must lose with brilliance. At least, let us go all out and let all the brilliance shine out!