Originally, it was very rare for a newcomer to participate in two consecutive days of death duels when he first came to the 'cesspit' (the nickname of the death row inmate for the prison). Not to mention that his opponent was actually the 'noble' Varcas, which naturally attracted countless people.
s concern.
Many people who were not from the Death Fight Club came to watch. The auditorium was packed and there were a lot of people standing at the door.
"Both of them use swords...is it a swordsmanship duel? It's been a long time since I've seen swordsmen fight. After every swordsmanship duel, the whole arena is filled with the fragrant smell of blood..."
"Human, chop that elf to death!"
"What kind of sword-holding posture is this? He has never learned swordsmanship! Could it be because he saw the noble holding a sword, so he was afraid and took a sword too?"
"If you don't know how to use a sword, don't use a sword! Wouldn't it be better to use a spear? It's simple, easy and easy to use."
"Obviously it's better to hold an axe, but if you drop the axe, no matter what kind of weapon you have, it will all turn into pieces."
"You...what are you talking about? Long guns are obviously more suitable for beginners!"
"I...I'm not talking nonsense! The ax is the best weapon for newcomers!"
Ash has another reason for escaping from prison: he would rather listen to others swearing than listen to two big men arguing with the elegant sentences of a proud girl, which is clearly the voice of Black Tornado. It's like winter.
Yin Gong Tofu Nao is also against harmony.
"They are so noisy."
"The cesspit is like this. There are buzzing flies everywhere."
Varcas looked at the iron sword in his hand and flicked it with his fingers, making a clear and crisp sound.
"Maggots cannot turn into butterflies. Even a real butterfly is just a bigger fly in a manure pit."
Ash smiled and said: "It seems that you have a lot of feelings about prison life. Are you interested in publishing a book?"
Varkas gently brushed his fingers over the sword blade and assumed a standard swordsmanship stance.
"Ash Heath, I'm sorry."
When the barriers on the four sides of the arena rose, Varkas turned into a swift shadow, and the long sword in his hand seemed to extend to more than ten meters in length, piercing the air in an instant!
Even though Ash had been careful and vigilant, he still had no time to block with his sword. He could only barely dodge to the right to avoid the vital point, and a small piece of flesh was cut off on his shoulder by Varkas' sword!
The intense pain made Ash take a breath, but he had no time to rest, because Varkas was already close at hand!
Dang! Dang! Dang!
Ash did not run away, but did the opposite, breaking into Varkas's arms and bringing the battle into the most dangerous distance!
His rationality was not overwhelmed by the pain - Varkas was ten centimeters taller than him, with longer hands and longer legs. His wingspan and attack range were too great, and Ash had almost no room for resistance at medium or close range. Only
Only by shortening the distance between the two parties to an extremely close distance can Varcas' advantage be turned into a disadvantage, making him unable to swing his sword!
"Have you never learned any swordsmanship?"
Ash suddenly felt a chill running through his body, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Valkas turn his wrist, from holding the sword in his forehand to holding it in his backhand!
clang!
Varkas's sword blocked Ash's thrust. The elf directly raised his elbow laterally and hit the explosive hammer Ash on the forehead with his elbow using his height advantage!
Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!
The power of the elbow hit made Ash almost faint. At this time, the magic power that had been silent in his mind slowly circulated, and the cool breath emitted made Ash quickly regain consciousness. His body still maintained the fighting instinct and retreated decisively!
When Ash's vision returned to clarity, he was greeted by a cold light!
boom!
Ash climbed to his feet, not daring to let his back touch the ground at all. He looked at the wall that had been shattered by Varkas's sword, his face filled with fear, followed closely by fear.
Their swords are all unpointed!
The prison is not crazy enough to hand over sharp weapons to the death row inmates to fight!
Just now, it was outrageous that Varkas cut off a piece of Ash's shoulder blade with an unbladed blade. Ash just thought that Varkas's sword was so fast that his shoulder flesh couldn't react.
But that's a stone wall!
It comes from stones!
Stop, this is not swordsmanship!
This is beyond the scope of swordsmanship!
"Shu, magic spirit?"
"Why do you look a little surprised?"
Varcas smiled.
"Isn't it natural for magicians to use magical spirits in battle?"
"But the prison did not release the restrictions on magic power——"
"Some things cannot be locked. Even if their hands and feet are tied, they will still grow wings and fly. Those magic spirits born from the knowledge that I fully master, even if there is no magic power supply, they will still be my power.
, will still make every ordinary action of mine turn into a miraculous moment."
Ash breathed out a deep breath. He felt that his clothes were a little heavy. That was because the blood from his shoulder injury had wetted the clothes. He felt that his strength was leaking out one by one, and when the blood escaped from his body,
It took away his physical strength.
Unlike a bare-knuckle boxing match, a sword fight using cold weapons to the death does not have so many fancy turn-based confrontations. There is only a momentary breath of life and death - the strong survive and the weak die.
But for some reason, he felt very refreshed, the magic power in his mind even became active, and his shoulders didn't hurt much anymore.
"If this kind of attack hits a vital point, I shouldn't be able to save it, right?"
"I don't know, I've never used my full strength against someone in a fight to the death."
"Am I the first?"
"Also the last one."
boom!
With a slight flick of Varkas, the ground, which was comparable to fine steel, began to crack and explode, like a giant snake rushing towards Ash under the ground!
"The miracle of elven swordsmanship, the mountains and the ground are shattered!?"
"He actually worked a miracle!"
"How can it be!"
There was a burst of noise from the auditorium, and the faces of the condemned prisoners were almost pressed against the invisible barrier, just wanting to see more details of Varcas.
Igulla was no exception. He had seen Valkas's deadly fight before and had already expected that Valkas could use magic spirits.
But using magical spirits and using miracles are two completely different concepts!
Every miracle must be cast by the cooperation of several compound magic spirits, but this does not mean that having several compound magic spirits can cast a miracle, just like ordinary people and handsome guys and beauties all have one mouth, one nose and two eyes.
, but the result of the combination is that one has an angel face, and the other also has an angel face - except that the face landed on the ground first when he was born.
The difficulty of casting a miracle is extremely high, so high that "casting a miracle" itself is a part of the miracle.
You must know that those who can become magicians are inherently talented, otherwise it would be impossible to refine a skill to the level of "shu" and summon magic spirits.
However, even for such a group of proud people, most of them only have the extravagant hope of mastering one or two miracles in their lifetime, and this is also the average level of magicians - below average magicians have not even mastered one miracle.
Miracles are so rare, and their benefits are naturally directly related to difficulty. Compared with the direct effects of magic spirits, the power of miracles is more complex, grand, and difficult to crack, and can even lead to all kinds of incredible magic that crosses the factional divide.
Effect.
For example, the miracle of the swordsman will have a healing effect, the miracle of the water magician can evaporate the enemy, and the miracle of the gunman will cause the enemy to actively catch the bullets...
There is a popular saying among magicians - 'Magic spirits are just an extension of our skills, miracles are truly incredible!'
Igura has also mastered miracles, and he has fully mastered several magic spirits required for miracles. In theory, he is also qualified to cast miracles.
But he never performed a miracle in prison.
Never succeeded even once!
If you say that activating magic spirits in prison is equivalent to picking your own nose with your feet, it is a bit difficult but you just need to practice more;
So casting a miracle in prison is equivalent to putting makeup on yourself with your feet! The makeup must be very beautiful, otherwise it won't be considered a miracle!
Now Ash is finished with his training.
Igura looked at the earth shattering in the death fighting ring and felt pity for Ash.
Varkas obviously came here to kill people. Under the crushing force of miracles, it was impossible to even think about Ash's whole corpse. It was hard to say whether he could find all the meat paste from the rubble. The medical doctors in the prison treatment room simply couldn't handle it.
Due to serious injuries, Ash's body must be disposed of by the ogres in the end.
This is the reality of the Blood Moon Kingdom. Under the tablecloth of 'racial equality', 'law supremacy' and 'harmonious coexistence', carnivores still follow the cruelest law of the jungle.
Once his interests are touched, even if he is hiding in Broken Lake Prison, he will still be crushed to death by the fingers of the superior.
What a pity, a pretty interesting man...
When the sound of the death-match arena falling apart and the earth shattering echoed for a long time, someone finally couldn't sit still.
"Why isn't he dead yet?"
"Even if the miracle is weakened to less than 10% of its power, it won't be able to kill a weakling who can't even hold a sword, right?"
Yes, why is Ash not dead yet?
The prisoners on death row, who had been completely distracted by the miracle, only then began to observe Asher seriously.
There was no good ground left in the death-match arena. Facing Varkas's effortless earth-shattering miracle, Ash dodged left and right like a hamster. He was so embarrassed that he was almost crushed to pieces by the collapse of the mountain several times.
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But he dodged it every time! Every time!
Although his movements looked awkward, in the eyes of this group of death row prisoners, his movements were becoming more and more crisp and clean, without any waste of energy!
Even Ash's sword is becoming more and more stable, and can even block Varkas's slash!
It's just, it's just like...
"It's like yesterday's fight to the death with the beautiful beast."
Someone murmured in a low voice.
As the first victim, Igura naturally felt deeply about this. During the battle, he watched helplessly as Ash became stronger step by step, and his skills became better and better. From a hothouse flower who couldn't even roll, to
In just a few minutes, he transformed into a beast full of fighting instincts.
But now, the second victim has appeared.
Ash, this beast, is actually such a beast that he learned swordsmanship in battle!?
This is a prison, not a genius training center, you bastard!
But there are also many people who recall Ya Xiu's crime in their hearts and connect Ya Xiu's genius performance at this time with his origins.
"Four Pillar Gods..."
In the dim auditorium, Lang Na hooked her boyfriend's neck and stared closely at the two people in the deathmatch ring, with a strange light flashing in his pupils.
