Chapter 3379 Dignity
It is not common for adventurers to use halberds. Fortunately, during the last Zephyr Competition, I saw a few adventurers who used halberds vigorously. Their domineering and heroic appearance left a deep impression on me.
To this end, I made a special trip to the adventurer base and read information about related professions.
This is a profession called a Conqueror. The special weapon is a halberd, and there is only one special weapon.
As long as any warrior has broken away from the rookie level, the way he wields his halberd is to open and close it, showing his invincibility.
He has the domineering spirit to charge into an army and take the head of a general.
But unlike this kind of spirit, there are not many adventurers who can actually reach the top of this profession.
There is no other reason. The main reason is that the fighting method of the halberd is too wide open and closed. If you are not careful, your success will be ruined due to errors in details.
In this world, there is only one fate for a failed adventurer, and that is failure.
The character of the vast majority of the conquerors is just like their names. They strive for world supremacy and are unparalleled warriors. This has also resulted in the early death of countless conquerors.
Sad, deplorable.
After understanding the situation of this profession, I have always had a little sympathy for the conquerors.
Now, I have a challenger challenging me.
If it weren't for Emily's freedom, I really wouldn't want to fight him.
It's just that the situation is compelling. If I don't fight, I will lose.
And I can never lose.
Since the conquerors are not nobles, our battle venue is chosen to be the third arena.
Even before we arrived, a group of well-informed onlookers had gathered in the Third Arena.
Among this group of onlookers, a few were familiar faces, that is, the aristocratic children who had appeared in the second arena. The majority were unfamiliar faces, probably mostly civilians.
The reason for this situation is mainly because a certain His Majesty once issued a decree that no noble children were allowed to have special privileges in the arena that was open to the public. Violators would be severely punished.
It is said that when the decree was first issued, many noble children were dismissive of it, but they were soon punished by His Majesty. Some noble families were even stripped of their noble titles because of their involvement.
In the Zephyr Continent, especially in one or two countries such as Moonlight City that attach great importance to class, the title of nobility is extremely precious. It not only symbolizes glory, but also symbolizes status, power and wealth.
Once a title is taken away, the entire family will consider it a humiliation, and there are many who will be completely ruined from then on.
Therefore, since then, no noble son has dared to show his prestige anywhere else except the first and second arenas.
In addition, most of the civilians were more diligent and came to the third arena early to practice fighting. News of my battle with the national power happened to flow into the third arena. As soon as they shared it with each other, the whole arena was immediately confused. Everyone knows it, so they are here to form a gang.
This also caused the late comers, that is, the aristocratic children who came to watch, to fail to occupy a favorable terrain and could only stand up and watch from a distance.
Glancing at the noble disciples who stretched their necks like giant geese to watch, I couldn't help but shake my head and laugh.
These guys are only fifteen or sixteen years old, only a few years younger than me, but I can clearly grasp their strength levels with just a little bit of perception, which shows how weak they are.
With such a weak strength, they don't lay a solid foundation, but just come over to watch our duel. Even if they really imitate the moves of me and the national power, they will not be able to exert any power based on their foundation.
What's more, my moves are purely self-created and completely different from the systematic courses of the Adventurer Academy. Moreover, there is no way to combine these two fighting methods, so if I learn them, I will just make a mistake.
Maybe those with deeper understanding can understand some of the true meaning, but even so, my moves cannot be allowed to be used in the academy, because in the minds of those teachers, every move and every move I make is partial and not orthodox. You can only learn from it, not learn from it.
Once you see a student using it, you will be given a reprimand and a warning, or you will be notified and criticized by your parents.
Therefore, the only thing they gained from watching the battle between me and the national power was to watch the excitement and feel happy physically and mentally.
However, I won’t do anything like chasing people away. As long as they don’t rush into the ring stupidly and interrupt the battle, everything else is fine.
Anyway, it was just being watched by a strong crowd. I have enjoyed this kind of treatment many times before.
In order to prepare for emergencies, I brought the Odachi along with me.
However, I put the Odachi in the corner of the ring, waiting for any emergencies to be dealt with directly.
Standing on the ring, I slowly pulled out the demon sword, nodded slightly, and said, "Please."
"Watch the move!" The national strength was also unambiguous. The moment the word 'ba' fell, a halberd suddenly swung, sweeping towards my waist with the force of sweeping thousands of troops.
This move is powerful and heavy, and once it is hit, injuries are inevitable, and it may also reduce a lot of combat effectiveness.
Thinking of this, I quickly raised my knife to meet him.
With a clang, the big halberd hit the demon sword hard, causing a cry of exclamation, which was also mixed with many sighs of regret.
I think some adventurers are regretting that the euphorbia failed to cut off my demon sword.
How can my demonic sword be able to cut off as much as I want?
Although it is not as good as the Odachi in all aspects, it has a mind after all, and its essence has surpassed ordinary enchanted weapons.
When your mind matures, you can reach the level of magic weapons.
It can even become a weapon that transcends magic like the Odachi.
How could such an excellent weapon be shattered by a mere halberd?
Thinking of this, I grinned, flipped my wrist, and the demon sword changed its angle, rubbing the halberd all the way up, trying to chop off his fingers.
The conqueror seemed to have seen many such scenes. He was not in a hurry. He first let go of his left hand, then his right hand. Before I could close my sword, he suddenly raised his halberd and aimed it at my left leg. halberd.
"You want to prick my feet?"
After understanding his intention, I snorted coldly, gathered my left leg, crossed it with my right leg, and then used the trend to twist and exert force!
"Give it to me!"
By exerting force, the Odachi slashed directly into the middle of the halberd with a swift and fierce force, exactly where the hand of the warrior holding the halberd was.
"Little tricks!"
The conqueror also snorted coldly, loosened his fingers, and stood the halberd on the spot. Then, with a little tip of his toe, he actually brought the halberd up and collided directly with my demon sword.
With a crisp sound, the halberd flew away from me. A groove of about one centimeter suddenly appeared in the center of the hardened halberd body.
It's exactly where I hit you!
Seeing this scene, the conqueror couldn't help but lose consciousness for a moment. When he came back to his senses again, he looked at me with solemn eyes.