The Sons of Dorn moves around Eye of Fear all year round, often dealing with Chaos Space Marines, and knows the traitors very well.
"It's strange, his swordsmanship...I always feel it."
Huberto Silver touched his chin and said to his deputy beside him:
"Why is it a bit similar to those traitors in the Third Legion?"
The deputy nodded. Their team had just fought with a Slaanes War Gang not long ago. The fallen swordsmen caused them a lot of casualties - and they were all good at using double swords.
"Indeed, the path is somewhat similar, fast, ruthless, and focused on attacking the lower plate."
"But look closely, there are still differences. There are many more techniques for unloading and entangling... It should be a coincidence?"
"It should be-"
On the field, the two swords and shields kept colliding, and each collision released a frightening shock ripple to rush towards the blocker.
Ustad's arms even seemed a little blurred because of his movements too quickly, but his face under his helmet was already sweating profusely and panting-
Mutari just insisted on his shield, and waved his sword from time to time, watching the momentum of his opponent coldly.
The crunch of metal friction and the sparks of collision echoed throughout the square.
"Ha ha!"
Ten seconds later, Ustad continued to attack and continued his agile pace.
But the speed is no longer as fast as before.
Seeing that the opponent had been forced to the edge of the athletic platform, Ustad suddenly rushed to the left, then suddenly turned back, raised his swords and aimed at Mutari's torso.
The next second, three weapons collided in the sparks like rain, tangled together.
Ustad used all his hands to pour out his strength and pushed it hard.
Mutari stumbled backwards for only a moment, losing his balance.
"Ah ha!"
Seeing victory in sight, Ustad yelled and rushed over.
With a loud bang, Mutari hit the pillars at the four corners of the arena, and felt the hard steel seemed to squeeze into his back - the arena had no fence, but four pillars.
He rolled and dodged before Ustad's sword swept across the position where his chest was just now.
Suddenly, a rough burst of laughter came from the viewing platform. Everyone turned around and found that it was the representative of the Black Temple, the marshal of the 11th Expeditionary Fleet, Sith Garet.
"Good fight! You have to have this momentum!"
When Mutari dodged another blow and stumbled out of the attack range, another deep sneering sneered in the distance.
"It's far from it."
Ustad completely ignored the sounds outside the field. He just chased his target tightly, gasping, and his helmet eyepieces were covered with sweat.
He was about to win, and he had pushed the opponent into the edge of the arena step by step.
But he ignored the reality that his physical strength had been severely consumed.
Mutari saved enough physical strength in the conflict just now.
"Oh!"
Suddenly, Mutari suddenly threw the shield in his hand at Ustad.
This caught Ustad off guard and could only cross the swords to block, but the huge power carried by the shield directly knocked him back several steps, and the sword in his hand was weakly pulled away to the left and right.
At this time, Ustad's front was in a state of no defense for the first time.
Mutari made a curled posture before jumping, then jumped out, rushed towards Ustad's torso, and knocked him back hard.
The opponent was so fast that Ustad could not land his sword in time.
Mutari tied him tightly with his arms and pushed him back until he hit a pillar in the arena, and it suddenly sounded clanging.
Seizing the opportunity, the White Church champion still held the sword tightly despite losing control of the shield and preparing to give the opponent a heavy blow.
But at this critical moment, the air around the two suddenly became very cold.
At that moment, Ustad suddenly burst out with a huge force on his arms, and he directly broke free from Mutari's constraints.
"What--"
Surprised, without waiting for Mutari to react, Ustad stepped forward and directly hit his head in the other party's face.
In an instant, Mutali's head tilted back, and the eyepieces shattered inch by inch, and the air began to smell pungent blood.
"you....."
Mutari swung his sword and forced him back, then stared at Ustad's figure through the broken eyepiece.
"Who is it?"
Ustad did not respond, but instead used all his strength to charge forward, and Mutari had to passively take the fight.
The sword collided again and again, and the sharp blade shone brightly when it collided.
With the movement of the two warriors, each attack was only afterimage, and the audience kept making marvelous sounds.
But Soshiyang suddenly frowned, and he sensed the power of gray.
"Ustad...I've told him, this guy!"
Holding his hand armor tightly, Ustad's recklessness made Soshyan a little annoyed. Doesn't the other party know what would happen if the secret was leaked?
But Talos around him was optimistic.
"It's okay, I'm wearing a helmet, and besides... he did this to make your face shine?"
"I said, just do your best."
"For a warrior, the feeling of failure is not good at all. Although he doesn't talk much on weekdays, I can see that he has a deep affection for you and the battle group."
"well......"
Faced with Ustad's storm attack, Mutari did not give in this time.
Retreat does not exist for him at all, because he no longer has a shield, and taking a step back will fail.
Ustad's sword blade cut his armor, the damage was cold and deep, and every cut was sucking his only remaining strength. Although his sword would create wounds on the opponent's armor from time to time, its efficiency was far from comparable to that of the opponent.
During this process, Ustad seemed to be hoarse, making almost no sound, and even gasping.
Realizing this, Mutari frowned, and seemed to have become worried all of a sudden, and even the sword was much slower.
But Ustad would not miss this opportunity. He got closer and kicked Mutari in the chest amid the buzzing sound surrounding the two's weapons.
It was the second time that I hit the abdomen directly.
Each impact echoes in the corridor like the forging sound of a furnace.
The next two swords attacked together, and Mutari's sword fell to the ground.
After the opponent slammed his chest with the hilt of his sword three times, Mutari stumbled back towards the edge of the athletic platform, eventually losing balance, falling to the ground after several heartbeats.
Soshiyang shook his head with a sigh, and the audience burst into warm applause.