In the lounge, Ustad, who had taken off his armor, lowered his head in front of Soshyan.
Now his whole body was covered with beads of sweat, and the wounds from the previous battle had basically healed, but his breathing still seemed heavy.
"Sorry, I couldn't control it."
Soshyan sighed and put his hand on the other person's shoulder.
"I'm not blaming you, it's just...this matter affects our entire battle group, so we can't be careless. I believe you know it well."
Ustad then nodded vigorously.
"I understand, Chapter Leader!"
A smile immediately appeared on Soshyan's face, he took a kettle from the servitor on the side and handed it to Ustad.
"You played well just now, Ustad, I am proud of you, and your brothers will be proud of you."
Ustad took the kettle and drank it all in one gulp, then pulled the towel next to him and wiped the sweat off his head.
"Next, just do your best. Those who have reached this point are the top masters of each battle group. Competing with them will be of great benefit to your growth."
"yes."
After several hours of fierce competition, the eight winning battle groups finally stood out, namely the Black Templar, Astral Knights, Crimson Fist, Iron Knight, Fire Lord, Dread Tiger, Conqueror, and Midnight Sword.
Among them, the most unexpected one was probably the champion of the Imperial Fist. After a fierce and fierce battle, he was finally defeated by the Crimson Fist contestant and was eliminated miserably.
In the subsequent drawing of lots, Ustad's luck finally ran out, and he drew an unprecedentedly powerful enemy.
Raffaele Bravo, the champion swordsman of the Black Templars and the Knight Templar, is also one of the favorites to win this Blade Feast.
When Ustad faced this warrior in black armor, an indescribable pressure immediately fell on him.
He looked like a warrior who had experienced hundreds of battles, with many scars crisscrossing his face, and a pair of stern eyes as bright as topaz.
Raffaele Bravo uses a two-handed epee. Standing upright on the arena, with his hands on the hilt of the sword, he looks like a statue.
"Astral Knight, Ustad."
Ustad saluted the other man and made a sword salute.
Raffaele Bravo nodded, drew his epee, and returned the same salute.
"Black Templar, Rafaele Bravo."
The next second, a thunderous collision of steel replaced the silence, and the two figures surrounded each other and began to attack each other.
Ustad's two swords were launched from the beginning of the battle, but every attack would hit the opponent's heavy sword, dance away and then slash back.
He was breathing heavily, his eyes were wide open, the black pupils were torn open and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.
Every time Rafaele Bravo took a step forward, he deflected an incoming blow, and Ustad still tried his best to make him retreat even an inch.
Ustad roared and bumped into him again.
The champion swordsman of the Black Templar snorted and counterattacked without defending. Taking advantage of the length of the weapon, the heavy sword whizzed past Ustad's shoulder at an incredible speed.
When Ustad's body tilted to one side uncontrollably, he smashed the end of his sword hilt into Ustad's forearm, and then his face.
Ustad turned over to dodge and then raised his head, thrust out his secondary sword at a weird angle, but before it could touch the opponent's chest, his wrist was stuck between the champion swordsman's arm and the hilt of the sword.
Rafaele Bravo roared and instantly used the momentum to throw Ustad into the air.
When Ustad turned over with difficulty and landed on his feet, he jumped back and tried to touch the back of the opponent's neck with the tip of his sword, but was immediately stopped by the dancing heavy sword.
"It's really amazing."
Ustad bared his teeth, his whole body trembled, and his face twitched.
Then he took a deep breath, nodded again, and raised his sword.
"Your sword skills still need to be sharpened, but they are already very good. At your age, I cannot reach your level."
Rafaele Bravo suddenly made a sound of appreciation, but this did not make Ustad happy, because his goal was still victory.
The two began to circle.
Ustad's right shoulder armor had been dented by a previous blow, which also affected his sword. At the same time, his quick counterattack was not without effect. At least five streaks of fiery red were left on the opponent's armor.
of cracks.
The next second, Ustad stepped back, and the heavy sword grazed his body and fell heavily.
In response, he struck down with his sword, but his opponent barely avoided it.
The first missed hit was followed by a second blow, but due to the damage to his shoulder, the speed was no longer so fast.
A desperate horizontal cut forced the champion swordsman who was close at hand to retreat. He jumped back to dodge Ustad's sharp blade, then swung out the heavy sword with one hand and delivered a vicious blow.
Ustad blocked it, sparks flew and lightning flashed as the three weapons collided.
But the blow was so powerful that it knocked Ustad back several steps.
"Well--"
Ustad groaned, and before he could remove the strength from his arm, the opponent's sword came at him again.
The two began to fight more fiercely, and even the arena trembled from this angry duel.
For a while, they were in a stalemate, brother against brother, sword against sword.
"Very tenacious and very good."
Rafaele Bravo ducked sideways to avoid the sword thrust towards his chest, and then punched Ustad on the chin.
But Ustad ignored this and slashed at his opponent's ribs with his sword.
"Hit!"
On the viewing platform, Soshyan saw that Ustad's sword had been stretched out, and his eyes widened, full of expectations for victory...
But Rafaele Bravo moved, he quickly grabbed Ustad's wrist, blocked the blow, and hit Ustad hard on the head with the hilt of his sword.
Ustad groaned and staggered back, his vision began to blur, and the pain gradually dulled.
Then, the epee struck him horizontally, causing him to take a few steps back.
Ustad shook a few times and knelt down on one knee. Blood gushed out from his broken helmet and spread all over his body, as if he was wrapped in a red shroud.
But he still raised his head stubbornly.
The champion swordsman of the Black Templar put down his sword, and the two stared at each other.
Then, Ustad slowly stood up. One of his swords was broken, leaving only the other one.
"at last--"
With a murmur, he suddenly rushed forward, and Raffaele Bravo also raised his heavy sword.
Amidst the exclamations of the audience, Ustad caught the opponent's sword with his left shoulder, and then at the moment he fell, he slashed the opponent's right wrist with the sword and swung the sword towards the opponent's chest.
After a muffled sound, Ustad fell to the ground.
Then, Rafaele Bravo's sword also fell to the ground - he was hit hard on the wrist and involuntarily let go of his hand.
After winning the victory, he stared at the broken sword on the ground, which was swinging towards his chest. If the sword had not been broken, maybe——
"Black Templar, Rafaele Bravo, wins!!!"
Amid the applause of the audience, Raffaele bent down and helped Ustad up.
"Good fight, brother."
Ustad took off his helmet with difficulty, and a smile appeared on his blood-covered face.