Each one has a metal body, so it is difficult to kill the other, so at this time, more reliance is placed on martial arts to beat the opponent until he cannot fight back.
Zhuang Wuming saw a mercenary wielding a machete in a superb manner, hitting the opponent's weak spot every time.
The opponent's weapon will be knocked away, and the sword light will continue to cut into the opponent's body.
The opponent was beaten back continuously, and sometimes three swords hit one spot, knocking the opponent directly away.
There are also mercenaries who use strange skills. A piece of quicksand appears under the opponent's feet, causing the opponent's hands and feet to be sucked directly, unable to move, and he can only let him attack in any way.
The land in Memphis is fertile and the ground is dark, so it was possible to form a huge city.
At the same time, because of their wealth, the people here are relatively happy, and many people are watching them fight.
"Wow, that mercenary is so powerful," a young man's eyes glowed, looking at the mercenary who was swinging his sword like a whirlwind.
"Quicksand Technique, that's Quicksand Technique," several old people exclaimed as they watched the mercenary's technique.
"It's really amazing. Every time the mercenaries fight, you can see a lot of legendary power."
Everyone in the world admires the strong, and I don’t know how many people have their eyes fixed on the battle in the field.
Everyone showed admiration, and some children were even eager to rush over and try their own methods.
But it's a pity that their little arms and legs have been suppressed for a long time, and they can't stand up.
Time passed by minute by second, and in the blink of an eye, ten minutes later, someone in the open space had defeated three people in a row.
These winners were called away by the consul on the side and stood on the other side. At the same time, each of them was recorded and an identity token was distributed.
When Zhuang Wuming saw this scene, he knew what to do.
He walked straight in and headed straight towards a man who had won twice.
The man had sharp eyes and various scars all over his body, obviously the result of numerous battles.
Zhuang Wuming narrowed his eyes and his attributes flashed.
Inherited skills: The second level of "Golden Magic"
Skill: Golden Body (Peak: Golden Body, lasts for five minutes.)
Egyptian Knife Skills (Perfection: Increase strength and speed by 2 points.)
Diya Thrust (Mastery: Ground thorns rising from the ground, extremely sharp, 0.1 endurance, 3 tons of impact)
Rapid Rush (Mastery: Speed increased by 3 points.)
Looking at this person's attributes, his skills are pretty good and his strength is pretty good.
When Harris saw Zhuang Wuming, his eyes narrowed and he suddenly rushed towards him.
The scimitar in his hand brought out a golden light and struck towards Zhuang Wuming.
The sword's light was vicious, aimed directly at his lower ankle. If it hit him, Zhuang Wuming would be disabled but not dead.
But shadows emerged from Zhuang Wuming's feet, and countless threads tied him up in an instant.
No matter how hard he used his strength, he couldn't break free, and at the same time, a green sword light flashed away.
boom
Like thunder in the blue sky, Harris flew out.
His chest collapsed slightly, a circular depression appeared on his chest, and his metal body was dented.
There was a sound of inhalation, "What? How could a golden body be beaten like this?"
The onlookers and even those fighting stopped their attacks and looked at Harris in surprise.
Lying on the ground, Harris was unconscious, and his body was dimly golden.
Blood was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, he could no longer get up, and his whole body was shaking slightly.
The consul's eyes lit up when he saw Zhuang Wuming taking action.
After waving his hand, someone came over and quickly dragged Harris out for treatment.
At this time, Zhuang Wuming's face was expressionless, but just now he used the Blue Double Sword, which created a huge air shock wave and directly seriously injured the opponent.
He didn't kill anyone. After all, this was a mercenary selection place, and he had a plan to avoid establishing an evil image.
In any world, a glorious image can always convince more people.
Few people saw clearly how Zhuang Wuming defeated Harris, and no one came to challenge him for a while.
It wasn't until a quarter of an hour later that the consul announced that Zhuang Wuming had become a member of the mercenary team.
This battle did not last long, and the afternoon passed in the blink of an eye.
The selection of mercenaries has ended, but the crowd did not leave, but their emotions became even higher.
In the huge open space, the consul could be seen with a serious face, "Now let's start selecting the generals of the mercenary team."
"If you want to challenge the position of general, please come forward."
Zhuang Wuming narrowed his eyes and smiled when he heard this.
That's what he needs most, "So who's going to play?"
The answer soon came.
A killing-level extraordinary master walked up. He was two meters tall. He was wearing a layer of armor and holding a huge hammer in his hand. He was very scary just looking at it. He was just like a ferocious giant.
Boom boom boom
Walking into the field, the giant grinned with a ferocious smile.
"I, the Iron Giant, Altos, who of you will challenge me?"
Zhuang Wuming narrowed his eyes and saw the attributes of this person.
Talent skill: Divine speed (20% increase in speed)
Skill: Assassination Swordsmanship (Peak: Increase speed by 5 points)
Golden Body (The body transforms into a golden body, lasting five minutes.)
Item: Poison Sting Sword: Specially forged, blessed by the dark god, corrupts most matter, soul sacrifice 10%.
Shroud: Binds the body, enhances the body's constitution by 3 points, causes corpse energy to corrode the body, and sacrifices lifespan by 10%.
Zhuang Wuming's eyes jumped again. The items this man held were very interesting. They improved his physique and achieved it by weakening his lifespan.
"Shroud, Egyptian civilization is really weird. These items with special powers actually require life and soul to be sacrificed."
Mitos stood in front of Altos, his eyes stern and silent.
Altos, on the other hand, said with contempt on his face, "So it's you, you stinky rat in the gutter. If you don't want to be a killer, how come you are a mercenary?"