Chapter 1463 The Invincible Opponent

I don’t have the power of transformation, but I have killing intent. This thing can not only help enhance strength, but also activate combat skills. It can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

After briefly understanding the role of murderous intent, the dwarf king pondered: "Maybe it is because of the emergence of murderous intent that you are unable to activate the fading mission, but it doesn't matter. I feel the power of your murderous intent, and it's very Yes, it is comparable to the power of transformation. Anyway, both are things that assist in enhancing strength. It doesn’t matter which one you use. As long as you are strong, you can still be superior to others even without any kind of assistance."

The words of the dwarf king gave me great encouragement and swept away the haze that I had not activated the fading task.

He is right, as long as you are strong, everything else is just a support.

Come, drink this bowl of poisonous chicken soup!

Returning to the palace, I took a bath, met with Master Dewey and others, had dinner, bought the things Phoenix and the others wanted, and other matters were put aside. After a night's rest, I came to the palace early the next morning to meet with the two kings.

The dwarf king pointed to a male dwarf standing on the left side of the court who was wearing armor and holding a heavy sword, and said: "I would like to introduce you, Xiao Yi, this is the strongest warrior in our national power of Fort Vicky - —Ironbeard.”

Iron Beard strode forward, holding the heavy sword in his left hand upright with the tip of the sword touching the ground. He made a fist with his right hand and put it against his chest. He bent his left leg back and bent his right leg forward in a half-kneeling position. He said in a deep voice: "I'm here, Iron Beard. See you. Pass Sir An Xiaoyi."

I hurriedly walked over, helped him up, and said, "That's a great courtesy. He is worthy of being a wise and mighty first warrior. We will be competing for a while, and I hope you can give me some advice."

Tie Xiu lowered his head and said, "I will do my best."

After the polite greetings, it’s time to prepare for the sparring session.

As the saying goes, when the battle is evenly matched, the more careful the preparation, the more hope there is of victory.

But now, the opponent is a strong man who can crush me with one finger, and it is not a life and death battle, but a martial arts competition. Naturally, I don't need to do some disgraceful tricks in order to win and survive.

I just need to relax, take it easy, and then be in the most energetic state to face the first warrior of Fort Vicky.

After twenty minutes of preparation time, I walked into the martial arts arena with an Odachi in hand and a confident look on my face.

On the way, Odachi complained: "Your expression is much more confident than I thought."

I smiled slightly: "Of course."

"But I feel that you are not confident that you will win, but that you can easily accept a disastrous defeat. In other words, you have already determined the disastrous outcome of this battle."

I smiled slightly again: "You're right."

"Huh? You don't even want to argue with me anymore. You must have had a mental breakdown, right?" Odachi wondered.

"How is it possible?" I said calmly: "I know I can't win, I just want to test the gap between myself and the strongest warrior."

After hearing this, Odachi emphasized: "He is the strongest warrior in Fort Vicky."

Regardless of whether I am the strongest warrior in Fort Vicky or the strongest warrior in Zephyr Continent, since I can win the title of strongest warrior, I must be someone who is not an ordinary person. Therefore, while I am prepared to lose, I am also prepared to learn the opponent's fighting style. preparation.

Ironbeard, who was dressed in armor, stood quietly opposite me. The heavy sword in his hand was half a head taller than him, and the blade was wider than his thick arm. If any outsiders were watching the battle, they would definitely find it funny, but None of us present had the slightest idea that it was funny.

especially me.

Perhaps because of my murderous intent, my intuition about the outside world is getting stronger and stronger. Especially when facing strange and powerful people, the fluctuations in my heart make me even more uneasy.

This iron beard is a bit scary.

I murmured subconsciously.

With a whistle, the competition began.

Iron Beard did not rush over directly, but slowly walked towards me leisurely. As he walked towards me, he raised his hand and waved at me twice. The meaning couldn't be more obvious: Come on, you go first. Take action.

After hesitating for a moment, I frowned secretly, firmly grasped the handle of the knife, exerted force on my feet, and rushed out like a wild wolf.

The Odachi, filled with murderous intent, drew a black and red tangled shadow in mid-air, as if a glass covered with black and red paint appeared out of thin air.

Iron Beard stood still, raised the heavy sword, and made a standard blocking posture. While making the posture, the power of transformation emitted a dazzling white light, wrapping the entire giant sword.

This white light is different from the white light I have seen before. It is like a gurgling stream, without any obstruction, and it flows in one go.

The continuously flowing white light was like a thick magic barrier, easily blocking the first blow I made with all my strength.

Under the erosion of the ferocious black-red killing intent, not only was the white light not affected, there was not even the slightest sign of being devoured, which really surprised me.

After all, in the battle with the power of degeneration, I have formed a fixed mindset, thinking that murderous intent is the old enemy of white light. As long as I encounter it, I will either be devoured or affected.

However, today's battle has disrupted my inherent thinking. Under the absolute difference in strength, my killing intention can no longer be suppressed.

"Bad boy" Odachi's voice sounded in my mind, dispelling my surprise and random thoughts: "This guy is stronger than all the opponents you have encountered before. You'd better go all out, don't completely wear out your physical strength." Before you get clean, it would be a shame to have your fighting spirit and willpower drained away."

"You don't have to say that!" He drew his sword and slashed again. Although the strength was not as good as before, the speed became faster and faster, and the momentum became more and more fierce: "I have long been prepared to never give up until I am exhausted! "

Chopping, cutting across, slashing obliquely, piercing, I used all the techniques at my disposal.

In doing so, there is only one intention - to break the white light on the epee!

Yes, I never had the idea of ​​defeating the opponent from the beginning, but because I left a shallow mark on the opponent's armor during the battle with Achilles, this gave me the courage to fight. At the same time, it also gave me a sense of confidence - even if I couldn't defeat the opponent, I would at least leave a shallow mark on the opponent's armor.

But right now, with the opponent's impeccable defense, I'm really not sure that I can leave shallow marks on his armor. Since the armor doesn't work, at least let me break the white light on your sword, even if it only breaks one layer!

With this thought, my fighting style became even more violent. Every slash was extremely fierce. It can be said that every move is fatal and the sword is shocking.

However, from the beginning of the battle to now, the dwarf adventurer in front of him, except for his arms and the heavy sword in his hand, other parts seemed to be frozen there, not even moving.

I couldn't help but look cold, and thought to myself: "Although I can't even defeat him with one hand, no matter what, I still feel very angry when I see him fighting with only one hand!"

"Don't be angry," Odachi said: "If you think like this, you have completely misunderstood the other party's meaning. You can tell by looking at his movements to defend you from your chops. He is not despising you, but he doesn't want to hurt you. In his heart, You have some bad skills, brat, don’t even think about it, if he had used a pair of arms, would you still be able to fight now?"