"Is this okay?" Xu Yu Liushang asked quietly: "That guy who looks like wood..."
"Why, you don't have confidence in him?" Duan Qing replied confidently: "This is our partner who has come together."
"Don't say such nonsense, you know what I mean." Xu Yu Liushang showed a disdainful expression: "Except for the battle in front of the canyon, I have never seen his strength and level..."
"Then you should at least trust Uncle Smile."
Crossing his arms and turning his head, Duan Qing's originally tense expression relaxed: "To be able to follow someone who has been hanging out in Qianfu Feng Guild for so long..."
"No matter how much you think about it, it won't be any worse, right?"
Boom!
The dull sound of collision once again appeared in the center of the arena, and then echoed to the surroundings as a certain figure flew up in the arena. This deafening sound of metal collision was heard by everyone for the third time since the fight started.
It was in his ears - he seemed to be the same kind of person who was not good at words. Stark, who was holding a huge iron pillar, did not give the spectators any chance to prepare. Instead, he used the loud sound of waving the iron pillar to break through the air and blew.
sounded the clarion call for the start of the duel. As the opponent, Lost Dream naturally did not stand in the ranks of unprepared people, but this kind of metal iron pillar with a diameter larger than himself was too scary, and even after the opening
For more than ten seconds, the bald player has been rolling with all his strength, naturally mixed with some small tests and his intention to get close to the opponent, but these attempts did not stop at all.
After swiping with great force, he declared failure. The helpless bald knight had no choice but to find an opportunity to stay away from the opponent, reorganized his posture, and then, in the eyes of others who could not even imagine, he brought the surface of the shield together.
onto the opponent's iron pillar.
Unexpectedly, that first confrontation ended with the result of lost dreams and being blown away.
"You also said that I am going to die from your milk."
Pointing to the figure of his own combatant who was knocked away for the third time, he whispered in a low voice: "Why did he have to send it up by himself? I didn't see him rolling very skillfully before?"
"Can't you see this? They are testing." Duan Qing spread his hands and replied: "Isn't it a normal behavior to test the opponent's strength in constant confrontations?"
"But that Stark's brute strength... can be seen by a normal guy, right?" Xu Yu Liushang frowned and said: "He can swing an iron pillar as high as two people, and his movements have not slowed down at all..."
"How do you know they haven't used similar means to reduce the weight of weapons?" Duan Qing smiled and shook his head: "And..."
"Even if he really has the power of a beast, when it comes to actually playing...you still have to try it yourself to know."
call--
The sound of wind brought out by the iron pillar once again rang in everyone's ears, and at the same time, the figure of Lost Dream holding up a shield to defend was swept out of people's sight, but this time the knockback was not caused by a physical blow.
Because of this, he quickly repositioned his defensive posture after being blown away by the strong wind. The expression of the bald man who returned to the sight did not change at all, and he still looked as calm as before. Then he faced Stark.
The iron pillar swept over again and suddenly jumped up from where it was. The metal surface of the iron pillar connected with the arc top of the shield for the fourth time, but only a spark was emitted for a moment. The lost dream of holding the shield with his left hand
Then, with his head on his feet, he overturned the blow with his body. With the help of inertia, he stepped heavily on the ground with his left foot, then kicked hard, towards the man holding the iron pillar.
Stark rushed up in the direction: "The old power has not gone, and the new power has not been born..."
"This is the best opportunity."
He took out the dagger from his waist and stabbed Stark in the side ribs. The latter forcibly twisted his body and met the opponent's first counterattack head-on. The iron pillar hugging his chest followed.
Blocking the stab without any fancy, it made a tinkling sound that was inconspicuous compared to before, but Lost Dream, who still had a straight face, rolled over and walked past Stark's feet.
"Beautiful." Duan Qing on the sidelines clapped his hands and praised: "Skilled yin and yang stabbing, this guy's basic skills are very..."
Ding!
Another sound of iron nails interrupted Duan Qing's words, and the scene of Stark blocking the backhand stab of Lost Dream was displayed in front of everyone. The huge iron pillar that was originally held in the arms of the short and sturdy BOSS also followed.
Following his sideways movement, he stood on the ground, using a true columnar posture to block this seemingly inevitable blow from the back. The bald knight who stood up squatted and then took two steps to the right, and slashed his back with the dagger in his hand.
Aiming at his head, the other party took a step forward and hid his body behind the huge iron pillar. He frowned and quickly turned to the other side of the iron pillar, but he tried to
The intention of bypassing this temporary obstacle soon came to nothing due to the opponent's flexible movement - the movement that was completely inconsistent with Stark's image appeared on both sides of the iron pillar from time to time, and finally in a shield
As a result of the shoulder collision, the distance between them was widened, and an earth-shaking sound that was enough to make one's chest feel tight was immediately heard on the ground in front of the bald player.
That was the sound the iron pillar made when it shook the ground again. The heavy shock turned into waves, overturning the lost dream that was just around the corner. Stark, who turned into a strong man, then let out a roar and kicked
At the end of the iron pillar, his arms with bulging veins due to exertion followed him forward, sending one end of the horizontal iron pillar in front of the bald man: "The monkey's tricks can't defeat Stark, adventurer
!”
Boom!
With another heavy impact, Lost Dream, who had put up a fighting shield, was knocked out with his feet off the ground. Then he kept rolling with his sword and shield, and rolled to the edge of the fighting arena with his sword.
way as the final outcome of this confrontation.
"You should continue to praise me." Xu Yu Liushang smiled and cast a charming look: "If this guy hadn't suddenly thought out of his wits just now and used his strength to block the blow... what you see now might have been
It’s a corpse.”
"I can only say...his strategy is pretty good." Duan Qing replied hesitantly: "It's a good idea to seize the opportunity to engage in close entanglement. Unfortunately, I didn't expect that Stark was so flexible...
…”
"If you think of that huge iron pillar as an ordinary stick, you will understand why it is so flexible." Xu Yu Liushang whispered: "Since he can use his own strength to move the iron pillar around, of course he can also
Able to perform skills that ordinary stick players can perform."
"Throne holders are all difficult opponents, and this was within our expectations." Duan Qing replied with a wry smile: "But given the current situation... no matter what kind of enemy it is, we have to overcome it.
"
"So how do you want to deal with this problem?" Looking at the figure of the bald player who stood up again, Xu Yu Liushang sighed: "Just use this card in your hand?"
"Don't be so unconfident. There must be a way to reach the mountain." Duan Qing replied casually: "And judging from the current performance..."
"Our teammates performed well."
The slow and rhythmic footsteps once again echoed around the arena, bringing the figure of the lost dream back to the arena to the eyes of the spectators. The still untroubled expression seemed to be exactly what Duan Qing said.
He used his own way to prove that he could still fight. Among the people around the arena, only Liu Qingniu and Xueling Huanbing, who were teamed up with him, knew that the man had very little health left, but they obviously didn't.
He revealed this information easily, so when Lost Dream slowly returned to Stark with his sword and shield, the first thing he got was recognition from the other party: "You have received five heavy blows from Stark.
It's all right...your body may really be stronger than the bison in the North."
"Stark is very happy." The short and sturdy man put the iron pillar on his shoulders: "I can meet an opponent like you."
"……Thanks."
Looking around at everyone who was watching him silently, Lost Dream slightly put down the weapon in his hand, and his originally tense expression became heavier: "These few times before..."
"It also reminds me of the good times I had when practicing with my teammates a long time ago."
He sank down, trotted towards Stark, and then in everyone's surprised eyes, he once again collided with the sweeping iron pillar, and his body with long marks later crossed
It formed an arc, sending Lost Dream's shield-defensive position flying to another direction, and then quickly rolled to the side in the cylindrical black shadow that was pressed down above the head. The dust raised when the heavy object fell to the ground was accompanied by
A loud noise appeared around the ground before the lost dream, and at the same time, his tumbling figure was shaken to a farther place. However, he looked extremely embarrassed, but he slammed the ground and jumped back with a stretched posture.
, seemed to have adjusted his posture in the air, he slapped the shield on the side of the iron pillar with a very standard shield strike action, and then in the reverberation of the strong collision, he just dragged the sword and shield towards
Rush forward.
The iron pillar that rolled sideways due to the shield hit was then lifted into the air by Stark with one hand. He turned his head and shot back the figure charging towards Lost Dream, and then slammed into the shield that was already a short distance away.
together.
"ah!"
His eyes moved back and forth between his teammates' remaining health and the sight of them being separated again in the arena. Liu Qingniu on the sidelines exclaimed: "It was just a little bit close!"
"Don't scream, if we really succeeded just now... he might be dead." Xue Ling Huan Bing said in a deep voice: "And... with his attack power, Stark would definitely not be killed in one blow.
.”
"Then, what should we do?" The short-haired young man was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot: "Is this just a loss?"
"Don't worry, the situation is already changing."
Looking at the two figures separated in their respective directions, Xue Ling Huan Bing shook her head thoughtfully: "Although I don't know the reason, but..."
"The fighting power of that lost dream seems to be quietly rising."
Boom——
As several players on the sidelines stood up in shock, the metal iron pillar and the shield of Lost Dreams collided together again, but this time, the bald man who was still knocked away no longer had the same embarrassed movements as before -
-The iron boots under his feet drew two long tracks in the rock and soil. The knight who maintained a defensive posture slid to the edge of the field not far away in this way. Then in Stark's equally surprised eyes,
Once again, he launched a charge towards the opponent's position. The huge cylindrical black shadow then flashed over the arena, and was easily dodged by the bald man's roll, while the ground-shaking shock that had previously been able to lift it off
, didn't seem to affect him at all at this time. He took two steps to the right, used his movement to avoid a heavy hit that followed, then raised the shield in his hand, and stood almost face to face.
In front of Stark.
"What does this mean, adventurer?"
"……try."
Faced with Stark's momentary question, Lost Dream replied calmly: "Don't worry, for you... this should be the last time."
"……drink!"
The provocative words had the desired effect, causing the stocky BOSS holding an iron pillar to shout and swing his weapon. The roaring heavy weapon drew an indistinguishable afterimage in the air, towards the lost dream.
A body not far away swept over. The bald man who hid his face behind the shield squatted down slightly, raised the shield as motionless as a mountain, and then turned toward his side at the moment when the two metals collided again.
A strong wave from above.
clang--
A loud metallic sound that was completely different from before resounded around the arena, and the huge iron rod that was bounced flew into the air. The metal powder worn away by the strong impact floated in the air together with the previous sparks.
The shield that also flew out reflected the intoxicating light. The bald man with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth expressionlessly shook off his dislocated shoulders, pulled his feet out from the torn ground, and then
He raised the dagger in his right hand and stabbed Stark's wide eyes with the open door wide open. A strong breath then erupted in the center of the arena, completely drowning out the scene that was about to determine the winner.
, and those players who had been watching the battle closely were also startled by this sudden change. They pointed at the center of the air column and shouted at a loss. In the scene that gradually became chaotic, a tall man
The burly black shadow gradually emerged from the dust that had not yet dispersed. Looking at this scene, Wu Liushang whispered nervously: "Oh no, I've heard of that Stark before... Huh?"
?”
Beside her, Duan Qing, who was supposed to be sitting there, had disappeared, and in the duel arena where the smoke and dust had dispersed, a dark figure standing with hands behind his back gradually appeared in front of everyone.
"it's over."
He separated the fallen Lost Dream from the sight of the tall black figure, and then said lightly.
This chapter has been completed!