Chapter 3381 Trick

On the stage.

On the conqueror's side, the halberds were flying like butterflies, with lingering afterimages, and every move and every move had the sound of rumbling through the air.

Facing the waves of attacks, all I could do was to gather my killing intent and keep resisting them with the demon knife in my hand.

The other party came from a regular adventurer academy. Every move he made was wide open and closed, yet quite satisfactory. There was nothing wrong with him, and it was hard to find anything surprising or brilliant. However, what was different from ordinary adventurers was that he was very sensitive to every move. Every move has his own understanding.

Opposite him, I am a wandering adventurer. Every move and every move is a wild path learned while fighting monsters. Although the movements are weird and the moves are unstructured, every move and every move is All permeated with my understanding of combat.

One behaved in an orderly manner, while the other frequently made tricks, and for a while they were evenly matched.

All the onlookers in the audience patted the ring and applauded.

Of course, there were also many adventurers who were frightened and took a few steps back unconsciously, fearing that we might not be able to hold back and accidentally injure them.

If both parties use weapons such as war halberds to fight, there may be accidental injuries due to whims. After all, most of the moves of weapons such as war halberds are head-to-head confrontations with wide open and wide open, no matter how violent the moves are. , or the surging and hard power of transformation, it is difficult to restrain.

But one side is a war halberd, and the other is a tachi. In a situation like this, there will generally be no situation where the power of degeneration cannot be restrained, or the moves are too strong and lead to loss of control. Unless the weight of the tachi is increased to make it match the war halberd. The same level, or increase the user's strength to make up for the lack of weight.

However, neither aspect exists.

Compared with the halberd, the Demon Sword is too light, and my strength is slightly inferior to that of the Conqueror. It is impossible to lose control intentionally.

The only thing we have to worry about is that when either of us is about to be defeated, he will unleash a special move, and this special move may spread around the ring.

The battle is still going on.

The battle was in full swing, and the two of us kept changing our moves, testing and fighting at the same time. There was always a hint of maneuverability between the moves.

The reason for this is because we don't dare to use our full strength rashly. After all, he is an upper-middle-class existence among the national forces, and I am a rising star with unknown strength, and I have already had an impressive record of losing to several national forces in a row.

No one dared to underestimate the other. The consequence was that our moves were no longer as exciting and intense as before. On the contrary, they began to become conservative and rigorous.

This change caused the applause from the surrounding adventurers to gradually decrease. Eventually, there was not even a single applause at all.

But even so, we are still testing each other.

After all, our fight is not just for the people around us to watch and applaud.

"Your basic moves are very powerful," the conqueror praised, "You can actually fight me to this point with the sword."

"Your strength is not bad." I also admired: "One move after another, rough and thin, elusive. I almost got hit several times."

"It's time to end." He suddenly showed a ferocious smile, put back his halberd and retreated.

"That's what I feel too."

I also drew my knife and retreated, saying in a deep voice.

"The next move is to decide the outcome."

The Conqueror took a deep breath and let the sweat drip down his cheeks. It was obvious that he was tired.

I also had this intention. Even though I was using a sword, which was far less heavy than the halberd, it still took a lot of my energy to neutralize the halberd's attack.

The energy I have left now is enough for me to go all out for another hour.

Seeing me nodding slightly and once again increasing my fighting and killing intent, the conqueror showed a satisfied smile.

Turning the halberd in his hand, the conqueror gave a low shout, and then the halberd was like a petrel shooting straight out, stabbing me with unparalleled momentum.

I've seen this move before, it's called Cold-Blooded Stab, and it's a must-have move for warriors when they rush forward.

During the stabbing process, the halberd can cause multiple damage to the adventurer.

However, this move is not without its weaknesses. Although it is powerful and brave when thrusting, the protection of the two wings is very weak and almost collapses at the first touch.

Therefore, in multi-person battles, it is almost impossible to see any combatants using this combat technique. It is only used in one-on-one duels.

The indomitable warriors rushed towards me as if they were going to destroy me with a halberd.

Facing the deadly halberd, I had no fear, and my murderous intent reached its peak. I stared at the flying halberd, ready for it.

When the halberd was less than one meter away from me, I suddenly exerted force and drew my sword in a sudden slash, accurately looking at the tip of the halberd.

There was a crisp sound of gold and iron, and I passed by the conqueror.

A few seconds later, there was a soft clang, and one tip of the halberd fell to the ground.

At the same time, there was a soft squeaking sound from the left side of my clothes, and a hole was torn in the good-looking clothes.

"drink!"

Ten seconds later, there was another low shout, and the halberd spun in a circle and hit me on the head.

Just then, the cold-blooded time of drawing the sword and slashing was over, and I resumed my movements. At the critical moment when the halberd fell, I suddenly swung my sword to parry.

There was another sound of gold and iron, and the halberd was volleyed by me.

Immediately, the conqueror sheathed his halberd, took two steps back, then leaped high into the air, shouting loudly: "The rainbow pierces the sun!"

At the same time, countless transformation powers poured into the halberd like a stream flowing into the sea, making the entire halberd look like a sun!

It's impossible to look straight at.

"Drink ah ah ah!"

Accompanied by a series of violent shouts, the halberd fell on his head, with such force that it seemed like it could crack mountains and split the ground!

Looking up at the halberd smashing down, my blood boiled and I shouted: "Well done, watch the move! Phantom Sword Dance!"

In an instant, countless swords and swords emerged out of thin air and accumulated rapidly in front of me. When the swords and swords accumulated to a certain level, the brilliance bloomed was no less than that of a war halberd.

This is a typical example of quantitative change leading to qualitative change.

When countless forces accumulate, the power that can be unleashed is unprecedented.

This is similar to the magician's attack that continuously accumulates magic power.

The halberd fell at an extremely fast speed and hit the sword with precision. The collision in an instant erupted with a strong impact, sending a group of adventurers around the ring staggering, and many adventurers were injured. Unable to hold back his strength, he fell to the ground.

No one on the stage has yet screamed in mourning, but people are already everywhere under the stage.

Not far away, an old man chuckled: "Haha, wonderful, really wonderful!"

On the arena, the hard top made of fine steel cracked because it could not withstand the force.

At the same time, drops of blood dripped from above, part of it fell on the smooth table, and the other part fell into the cracks.