In the lounge, Ustad, who had removed his armor, lowered his head in front of Soshyan.
Now his whole body is covered with sweat beads. The wounds caused by the previous battle have basically healed, but his breathing still seems very heavy.
"Sorry, I couldn't control it."
Soshiyang sighed and put his hand on the other person's shoulder.
"I'm not blaming you, it's just... this matter is related to our entire battle group. You can't be careful. I believe you know it in your heart."
Ustad nodded immediately.
"I understand, the commander of the battle team!"
A smile appeared on Soshyang's face, and he took a kettle from the handmaid beside him and handed it to Ustad.
"You played very well just now, Ustad, I am proud of you, and your brothers will be proud of you."
Ustad took the kettle, drank it all in one gulp, then pulled the towel beside him and wiped off the sweat from his head.
"Next, do your best. Those who can get to this point are the top experts in each battle group. It will be of great benefit to your growth when you compete with them."
"yes."
After several hours of fierce competition, the eight winning teams finally stood out, namely Black Holy Temple, Knight of the Stars, Crimson Fist, Knight of Steel, Lord of Fire, Tiger of Fear, Conqueror, and Sword of Midnight.
The most unexpected thing among them is probably the champion of the Imperial Fist of our family. After a fierce battle, the contestants who were eventually defeated by the Scarlet Fist were eliminated.
In the subsequent draw, Ustad's luck finally ran out and he drew an unprecedented strong enemy.
It is also one of the favorites to win the Blade Feast, the champion swordsman of the Black Church and Rafaelle Bravo, who also holds the title of Templar.
When Ustad faced the warrior wearing black armor, a huge pressure that could not be expressed immediately came to him.
He was a warrior who looked very warrior, with many scars crisscrossed on his face, and his cold eyes were as bright as yellow gems.
Rafaelé Bravo used a heavy sword with his hands. He stood upright on the athletic platform, and when he pressed his hands on the hilt, it looked like a statue.
"Knight of the Astrology, Ustad."
Ustad paid tribute to the other party and gave a sword-holding ceremony.
Rafaelle Bravo nodded, pulled out his heavy sword, and replied with a bow.
"Black Church, Rafaelle Bravo."
The next second, a thunderous collision of steel replaced silence, and the two figures surrounded and began to attack each other.
Ustad's two swords came out at the beginning of the battle, but every attack would hit the opponent's heavy sword, dancing and slashing back.
He breathed heavily, his eyes wide open, and his black pupils torn apart, causing blood on his white cloth.
Every time Rafael Bravo stepped forward, he would block the attack. Ustad still tried his best and it was difficult for him to retreat at all.
Ustad growled and ran into him again.
The champion swordsman of the Black Holy Church snorted and did not defend and counterattack. With the advantage of weapon length, the heavy sword whistled over Ustad's shoulder at an incredible speed.
As Ustad's body tilted to the side uncontrollably, he smashed the tail of his sword hilt into Ustad's forearm, and then on his face.
Ustad turned over and dodged, then looked up, stabbing his secondary sword at a strange angle, but before he could touch the opponent's chest, his wrist was stuck between the champion swordsman's arm and the hilt.
Rafaelle Bravo roared and instantly took advantage of the opportunity to throw Ustad into the air.
When Ustad rolled over and fell down with difficulty, he fell to the ground, and jumped back, trying to touch the back of the opponent's neck with the tip of the sword, but was immediately stopped by the dancing heavy sword.
"That's amazing."
Ustad bared his teeth, his whole body trembled, and his face twitched.
He then took a deep breath, then nodded again, lifting his sword.
"Your sword skills still need to be sharpened, but it is already very good. At your age, I can't do your level."
Rafaelle Bravo suddenly made a sound of admiration, but this did not make Ustad happy, because his goal was still to win.
The two began to circle.
Ustad's right shoulder armor had been sunken by the previous blow, which also affected his sword. At the same time, his quick counterattack was not without effect, at least five fiery red cracks were left on the opponent's armor.
The next second, Ustad retreated, and the heavy sword rubbed his body and fell heavily.
In response, he also slashed with a sword, but was barely avoided by his opponent.
If you miss one blow, the second hit is immediately followed, but because of the damage to your shoulders, the speed is no longer so fast.
A desperate slash forced the champion swordsman to retreat, and he jumped back to dodge Ustad's sharp blade, then swung the heavy sword with one hand and made a vicious blow.
Ustad blocked it, sparks splashed as the three weapons collided, and lightning flashed.
But this attack was so powerful that it knocked Ustad back several steps.
"Um--"
Ustad groaned, and before he could remove the force from his arm, the opponent's sword rushed over again.
The two began to fight more violently, and even the arena was trembling duel by this angry duel.
For a moment, they could not stand stalemate, brothers faced brothers, and sharp swords faced swords.
“It’s very tenacious, very good.”
Rafaele Bravo sideways to avoid the sword that was stabbed in his chest, and then punches Ustad in the chin.
But Ustad put this aside and held his sword and slashed at his opponent's ribs.
"I've hit it!"
On the viewing platform, Soshyan saw that Ustad's sword had already poked out, and couldn't help but widen his eyes, full of expectations for victory...
But Rafael Bravo started to move, and he grabbed Ustad's wrist quickly. After quitting this blow, he hit Ustad's head with the hilt of his sword.
Ustad stumbled and staggered back, his vision began to blur, and the pain gradually became dull.
Then, the heavy sword slapped him horizontally, causing him to take a few steps back.
Ustad shook a few times, knelt on one knee, and the broken helmet was blood gushing like a spring, sprinkling all over his body, like a red shroud.
But he still raised his head stubbornly.
The champion swordsman of the Black Holy Church put down his sword and the two stared at each other.
Then, Ustad slowly stood up, one of his swords broke, leaving only another one.
"at last--"
With a whisper, he suddenly rushed forward, and Rafaelé Bravo also raised his heavy sword.
Amid the audience's exclamations, Ustad took the opponent's sword with his left shoulder, and then at the moment of falling down, he slashed the opponent's right wrist and swung the opponent's chest with a sword.
After a muffled sound, Ustad fell to the ground.
Then, Rafaele Bravo's sword also fell to the ground - and he was hit hard on his wrist and involuntarily let go of his hand.
He was victorious and stared at the broken sword on the ground. It was this sword swinging towards his chest. If the sword had not been broken, perhaps—
"Black Church, Rafaelle Bravo, win!!!"
Amid the audience's applause, Rafaelle bent down and helped Ustad up.
"Good fight, brother."
Ustad took off his helmet with difficulty, and a smile squeezed out from his bloody face.