Chapter 3553 Expectation

Although teeth are one of the magical weapons of the pterosaur tribe, they rarely use them when facing wild boar monsters. More often, they use the sharp claws on both sides of the wing tips and the sharp claws on the lower body to tear and scratch the opponent.

I thought to myself, I obviously have good teeth, but I bit my gauntlet and left a lot of teeth marks on it during the battle, but at this time, I refused to bite the opponent hard with my sharp fangs. Could it be that? Any weird mysophobia?

While he was thinking about it, Prey said with a smile: "These little guys are really energetic, especially the pterosaur with red scales, which looks very much like the pterosaur that once stopped us."

"They must be his descendants." Not far away, Casillas held his arms and looked at every corner of the battlefield with indifference, a little absent-mindedly.

Listening to his tone and looking at his expression, he was probably extremely dissatisfied with the fierce fighting everywhere on the battlefield.

It's no wonder that battles that satisfy Casillas are usually apostle-level battles.

"If you put it this way, it's true," Prey said, "the little guy's magic fluctuations are very similar to that of the pterodactyl, except that the frequency of the fluctuations is weaker."

"Isn't it embarrassing for you guys, a bunch of big guys from the demon world, to criticize the little guy below?" I curled my lips and said, "You have all been strong men who have lived for hundreds of millions of years, and he is only a few hundred million years old?"

"Haha" Casillas raised his eyelids and said in a deep voice; "The one who is least qualified to judge others here is you. Little guy, you are not even a hundred years old, are you?"

The tone sounded like a question, but it was in an affirmative tone.

"So, it's boring to chat with you old-timers. Either you will act like a superior senior and judge other people, or you will use a gun and a stick when talking, which is not pleasant to listen to at all."

"Humph" Casillas crossed his arms, stared at me with cold eyes, and said, "What do you want?"

Glancing at the demon world adventurers, the dragon army and the invaders who were fighting below, I said to Casillas: "It's quite boring to idle like this all day. Let's go to the other side of the town and let's spar. Law."

Facing my provocation, Casillas not only did not get annoyed, but instead grinned: "That would be disrespectful."

Just as we were about to leave, Herder's voice came from not far away: "Please be quiet!"

Casillas waved his hand and walked with me towards the other end of the town.

As I was walking, I noticed someone following me. When I turned around, it was Ozma.

"What are you doing here?" I asked curiously, tilting my head.

"Watch the fun." Ozma still had the same false smile all year round: "I always feel that the battle between the apostles is much more interesting than the fun of those little guys."

"A joke?" I frowned and said, "They call it a war. We are just discussing. Don't get confused."

"If you haven't mixed up, how can you possibly mess around?" Ozma said with a smile: "Don't worry about these boring things and concentrate on preparing for the battle. Casillas is not a guy who makes fun of fighting. Every time he Every battle is a desperate gamble."

"I know this," I said calmly: "I have already sparred with Casillas before, and I know this feeling deeply. Besides, battles between adventurers always involve sparing no effort. It's no different than the fight with Casillas."

Ozma grinned, but said no more.

Not long after, Casillas and I, as well as Ozma who came to join in the fun, arrived at the other end of the town.

With a clang, the sword was unsheathed, and Casillas took the lead without saying a word.

I thought to myself: You are so unethical for launching a surprise attack!

Complaints are just complaints, and you have to fight when you deserve a beating.

I don't want to be too verbose. I unsheathed the demon sword and slashed into the wind along the trajectory of Casillas's slash.

"You're getting stronger, little guy," Casillas said with a grin.

He turned the blade of the knife and slashed towards my throat.

This sword attack was sudden and unprepared. Fortunately, I wore a gauntlet on my hand that could serve as a temporary shield.

The murderous intention was concentrated on the gauntlet, which offset the magical power wrapped around Casillas' sword and collided with the blade.

A crisp sound of gold and iron echoed in the wilderness. At the same time, Casillas's momentum and my momentum kept colliding invisibly, making a harsh neighing sound.

"Hey!"

Casillas shouted low, swung the sword again, drew a semicircle, found my waist and cut it.

This move was fast and urgent. Although it was not a full blow, it used at least 40% of the force.

My heart stopped, and I raised my sword to block. The sound of metal and iron rang out again, which made my ears ring with tinnitus, and my hands were actually slightly numb.

I have witnessed Casillas' strength with my own eyes, and experienced his nearly full-strength blow from the sidelines.

This sword is much inferior to the full-power sword, but it is faster and has a more tricky angle. If I hadn't worked hard on the path of the sword for many years, I am afraid that this sword would have seriously injured me.

However, even if it is really blocked, the power transmitted by this knife is not so easy to resist.

"This Casillas," I thought to myself, "is really powerful. On the basis of increased strength and speed, his fighting skills are even better than when he tested me last time. He treats me as an evenly matched opponent." ?"

After several hard fights, we separated for the time being.

Casillas stood facing the wind, holding the knife in his hand, and said with a ferocious smile: "Go with all your strength, little guy, let me see the peak you can reach now."

After a slight hesitation, I said with some concern: "Wouldn't it affect the battlefield in the town?"

"No" Casillas stared at me, but said slowly to Ozma: "Ozma, create a barrier to block the aftermath here."

"As you wish" Ozma did not refuse, but readily agreed to Casillas' request.

He was seen muttering something, and a few minutes later, a huge dark barrier rose from the ground, connecting the sky and the earth.

"Very good." Casillas untied the bamboo tube from his waist, pulled out the stopper, drank some saliva, stuffed the stopper, and threw it towards me.

I took the bamboo tube and pulled out the stopper. I also drank some saliva, then plugged the stopper and threw it back to Casillas: "Thank you."

Casillas chuckled, threw the bamboo tube towards Ozma, and said loudly: "Keep it for me, don't break it."

Ozma caught the bamboo tube and smiled slightly: "I hope the next battle will not disappoint me."

"Of course not." Casillas stared at me and said solemnly: "I can feel that the surging desire to fight is rolling in the little guy's chest. The fighting will hidden in his bones may be better than mine. Stronger, more determined.”

Having said this, he paused and said, "I'm looking forward to his performance more than you are."