Standard stabbing and close combat, this is a magician's nightmare; Randolph raised his double ax to parry when he saw the trick; Panson had spent a lot of money, stabbing, picking, and slashing continuously,
Once combined, it feels like divine help.
Randolph was not someone to be trifled with either. The two axes in his hands danced so tightly that there was no leakage.
The two fought for more than thirty rounds, and Pan Sen had the upper hand but could not win quickly.
Randolph's close combat skills are eye-opening. The double axes surrounding his body make it difficult to splash water. Even so, he can barely resist Pan Sen's attack. Every encounter between the two is a duel of strength. Pan Sen is stronger in terms of strength.
Sen had a great advantage, and after landing multiple strikes in a row, Randolph was already out of breath.
Suppressed by such strength, one cannot blindly defend. Randolph found the opportunity to retreat with Panson's spear, and slipped a distance with his feet.
Pan Sen was about to pursue him, but the latter struck Pan Sen head-on with the ax shadow halo. In front of the ax light, Pan Sen's body appeared to be half smaller.
The spear moved horizontally, and the power penetrated his whole body. Pan Sen leaned back and continued to slide forward, cleverly avoiding the shadow of the axe.
This made the crowd watching the battle below confused. Even Randolph was a little uneasy because he had not seen Panson use the Holy Shield in his left hand after fighting for so long.
It can be said that Randolph put in all his efforts and used all available melee methods, but Panson's Holy Shield, the most important trump card, was never used, which really put Randolph's psychological pressure on him.
The shadow of the ax was broken, and Pan Sen was in front of him again. He leaned over and jumped up to hit three times in a row. Randolph raised his two axes and struggled to parry. Every time he resisted, his arms felt numb. When the weapons collided, Randolph felt that Pan Sen was
Sen's spear is as heavy as a hill and cannot move at all.
"Life Tempering" Randolph used a brutal stunt, using two axes to strike at the head. Electricity flashed between the two axes, auras were repulsed, and the sound of dawn breaking through the air could still be heard in the small space.
This is an efficient attack method in which Randolph uses magic to burn his life. He uses the consumed vitality to increase his hot-blooded attack, creating a brutal blow to the enemy he hits. The consequences are the same as Soul Tempering.
When Pan Sen saw it, he was secretly delighted. It was now time to use the Holy Shield. Taking advantage of the opportunity when Randolph's double ax fell, Pan Sen also pushed out the war shield on the left side of the lightning flint room. Suddenly, the thunder and lightning ax struck the thick wall.
On top of the golden holy shield.
Sparks flew and energy riots flew in all directions. When Randolph saw the opponent's holy shield, he had no intention of slowing down and smashed it without hesitation, taking advantage of his own attack advantage.
However, the strength of the Holy Shield was beyond his expectation. As soon as a mountain-shaking resistance reached his mind, he was ejected ten feet away by a huge backlash.
Pantheon's feet sank into the ground, and the heavy blow from Randolph just now was almost the most powerful force he had ever encountered in his life.
The Holy Shield shawl was so shocked that my head was paralyzed for a while; but in the chaos, I heard referee Jarvan announce the outcome of the game.
"Pan Sen wins!"
He felt that there was something wrong with his hearing. Suddenly he looked at Randolph. The latter's arms were bent, his face was purple and blue, and there was a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth; he looked seriously injured.
It’s no wonder that Pan Sen’s abacus was successful. The main reason is that Randolph didn’t know the power of Pan Sen’s Holy Shield. The Holy Shield is composed of soft metal energy particles, which can rebound external forces eight times when encountering any melee or magic energy squeeze.
layer or so.
Calculated in this way, Pan Sen only withstood less than two levels of violence from Randolph's life tempering, but Randolph himself actually suffered the backlash of eight levels of tempering power. At the moment when his whole body was stunned, maybe Lan
Dov really tried his best!!!
After all three games were completed, Jiawen announced the schedule for the next round as usual.
They are Katzke from the Holy Martial Hall and Birdman from the Hall of Spiritual Arrows. I believe Katzke will go very easily in this match. A reclusive assassin who is good at using stealth and brutal accumulation to fight against a Birdman who has not yet fully fledged.
Anders, to be honest, God allowed Birdman to meet his natural enemy.
The second round pitted Wang Man from Shengwu Hall against Wei Duo from Zhanlong Hall. This was a shocking match. If it had not been deliberately arranged in the second round, students would be late or leave early.
It's very funny to say, and it can be seen that the random arrangement of the academy also has a certain nature of dependence on life and death. This Victor is considered to be the weakest among the Zhanlongtang people, but he has already reached the fourth level of certification.
As a junior melee knight, the power of faith without rune marks has become a huge flaw for him when facing spiritual people with the same strength and background. Even so, when Wei Duo heard that his opponent was Wang Man, he was proud.
He laughed, and most of the students laughed wildly with him. At this moment, the barriers between the three colleges seemed to have disappeared.
The third team is Sara Doom from the Hall of Spirit Arrows versus Lockdo from the Magic Hall. The roster is announced and the winner is decided!
When Jiawen finished his announcement, he looked at Haotian with a stiff expression. He saw the relevant information about Wang Man for the second time, recalled what he had seen and heard along the way, and was hesitating whether to talk openly with Master Haotian.
chat.
Xin Zhao and Kyle also turned around immediately. They looked at Jiawen and had a general feeling of certainty in their hearts. As for what they were talking about, I'm afraid no one knew.
How could Haotian not feel the questioning look in Jiawen's eyes? What he had been worried about was that Jiawen would see Wang Man's identity and cause immeasurable losses to the Holy Martial Palace. But the eyes reminded him again and again.
Thinking of Jiawen's upright character, Haotian felt that something was going on here.
After the meeting ended, Haotian left hesitantly. After sending off the students back to their respective schools, Jiawen quickly ran in the direction of the Holy Martial Hall.
I walked to the front of the hall and was about to enter when I suddenly heard a movement in the grass on one side of the hall.
"Who is it?" Jiawen was cautious, and his whole body turned into a golden light and jumped into the forest. When he fell back, he saw Uncle Haotian, with his hands on his hips, slowly stroking his beard.
"Uncle Master, I'm here to be bowed down by my disciples." Jiawen felt relieved and leaned down to salute.
"Forgive me. I can trust your character. You are upright and upright. If that old boy Qingtian hadn't snatched you away from you back then, I would definitely have taken you into my sect."
Jiawen listened and felt a lot in his heart. The life and death of the spiritual beings on the frontline of the Dark Empire were unpredictable. It seemed a little inappropriate for the four great mentors to still be jealous here. However, Jiawen could not see anything wrong from the expressions and eyes of Haotian's mentors.
Jiawen is worried about the defeat of the war ahead; is it because he is too worried, or has his uncles lost hope in the holy war? Jiawen himself does not know this question.
"Uncle Haotian is so favored by me, and I don't think I should be worthy of it. It's just that Master Haotian's reputation will leave a benevolent impression in my heart for the rest of my life. I must report something to my uncle." Jiawen's face was serious, and he couldn't tell.
There is a hint of favoritism.
Haotian remained calm and did not answer immediately. He just said lightly: "Jiawen, please get up. This is not a palace and does not require such complicated etiquette." After that, he stepped forward to help.
Jiawen stood up flattered, while Haotian stood with his back to him.
"If you have anything to say, just tell me." Haotian's tone was a little tough.
Jiawen paused and said without thinking: "Uncle Master, that Wang Man is a villager in Arenas. He has been here for four years. In more than four years, has he ever known about the disaster that happened in Arenas?"
Upon hearing this, Haotian lowered most of his guard. It seemed that Jiawen had not noticed that Wang Man had supernatural powers, so there would be no trouble. However, as soon as Jiawen opened his mouth, Haotian felt faintly uneasy.
"The disaster in Arenas? As far as I know, it is a village close to Bandle City. It is in a remote area of the Judgment. The enemy will not penetrate there, so why is there a disaster?"
"Uncle Master, the three disciples passed by the Heihe River, but they saw an area with flames rising into the sky. They were confused and rushed to check, only to find that Arenas had been burned into ruins by the fire."
"Jiawen, is there anyone alive in the village?"
"No survivors have been found."
Haotian was startled, and looked at Jiawen in a different light. According to what Jiawen said, he must have wanted to send the news to Wang Man's ears, which made sense both emotionally and rationally, but when it came to Haotian, it became a different matter.
There will be his competition tomorrow. If he knew the news about the disaster in his hometown, his mind would be in chaos, and his transformation would become a certainty. Then the entire Shengwu Temple would suffer along with him.
"Jiawen, let's do this. Don't inform him about this matter yet. You send people to investigate and see if they can find any clues. It may not be that the villagers have been moved due to the fire." Haotian said this deliberately to discourage Jiawen.
Persistent thoughts.
"Uncle Master, if you don't tell me, I really forgot. I found this in the ruins." Jiawen's eyes turned white, and he suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly took out a piece of brocade silk from his sleeve.
Haotian took it, opened it, and immediately couldn't help but let out a cry.
Wrapped in the brocade silk is a fragment of the knight's armor. There are faint energy fluctuations between the fragments. Because there are no divergent lines in the overall fracture, there is still a strong spiritual energy.
"A master, at least a fifth-level intermediate knight." Haotian shook his hands and muttered to himself, staring at the thing in his hands seriously.
"Yes, Uncle Master. After piecing together the energy on this armor fragment, we can make a rough judgment that its owner is a fifth-level master. But how could there be a fifth-level holy war knight in a village like Arenas?" This doubt
Having accompanied Jiawen all the way, he is now eager to get answers from Haotian.
Haotian didn't know either, because what happened next surprised him even more. There was a tiny blood pulse printed on this armor fragment, and the veins of the five-pointed star were particularly prominent. Based on the new and clear magic pattern, it could be accurately concluded that this
The mysterious sigil magic pattern was put on recently.
"Five-star evil!" Haotian's face changed drastically, and his whole body immediately trembled.
Although Jiawen had known about it for a long time, now that he saw this strange sign, he still couldn't calm down the uneasiness in his heart.