The tragic scene not only caused distressed exclamations from some noble ladies, but also thunderous shouts and applause.
Pickle rolled to the ground in embarrassment, and the machete fell aside.
His right ear was completely turned to pieces by the sharp blade, the ferocious white cartilage was turned outward, and bright red blood flowed down his white neck into his clothes.
"Well……"
Veins popped out on his head and he struggled to stand up, but it seemed like there was nothing serious except for the wound on his ear.
"He is indeed a 'genius' who has taken the eighth-level body-refining potion." Heywood said with a smile.
"call……"
Pickle wiped the blood from his face with a gloomy expression and picked up the machete on the ground. The severe pain from his ears seemed to have no effect on his will:
"Come again, young master Christian!"
His faint voice was filled with a deep chill.
From this moment on, the entire battle seemed to be tilting in a cruel direction.
"Come!"
Heywood shouted, and the gun followed.
The shadow of the gun turned into countless phantoms, and the machete flew from Picard's hand as he approached Heywood step by step.
The elusive Hook Scythe was like a life-threatening scythe in Heywood's hands, leaving a bloodstain on Pickle's body from time to time.
The eighth-level body refining potion gave Pikel an almost inhuman physique, allowing him to ignore these flesh wounds, and the pain added to his body was like a breeze blowing on his face.
The skills of the two were displayed vividly at this moment, and Chai Anping also looked solemn.
It seems that people who have reached the level of "thousand captains" have excellent performance in specialized fields.
Whether it is the retired Wallen or the two people on the court now, they have generally reached this state.
Stewart who was killed by him was even more powerful, of course after receiving the buff enhancement from the Nightmare Familiar.
"It seems that if you want to win the championship, you still need a battle between dragons and tigers..." he murmured.
At this time in the duel field, Pickle and Heywood, both with ferocious expressions, collided head-on four or five times.
The astonishing physical strength caused even the stone bricks used in the duel to be broken and cracked.
I don’t know what the elastic black pole was made of, but even after carrying the machete horizontally for several times, it didn’t leave any traces.
Blood fell into Pickle's eyes, turning his phoenix eyes red. His slender body seemed to contain the power to destroy everything, and heat lingered around him, like a ferocious beast.
Gradually, the barbed spear could no longer leave any traces on his body.
The machete in his hand finally began to show its ferocity!
Heywood's face was solemn. His skill with the gun had reached the point where he could forget his hand with his mind and forget the gun with his hand. He could direct it like an arm. A big gun could stab, stab, tart, wrap, circle... but he couldn't do anything to Pique.
you!
We can't continue fighting like this.
He swung his spear across thousands of troops and directly swung away the incoming machete.
Then he moved his hands two inches forward, shortening the front ends to bring himself closer to Pickle.
An inch short and an inch dangerous!
He is going to fight Pickle to the death!
Picard was naturally aware that at their level, controlling the sense of distance was already like a physical instinct.
His eyes seemed to bloom with light, shining like stars.
The corners of his mouth curled up silently, and a vulture beauty suddenly appeared on his face.
"Okay!" He sighed suddenly.
The machete loomed over Heywood like the sky and the earth were covered, and the powerful whistling sound rushed into his mind with awe-inspiring murderous intent.
The spear flew in Heywood's hand, and wisps of red tassels were chopped off by the long knife and floated down.
The machete's reflected sunlight pierced Heywood's eyes, making him even more ferocious.
Pickle mastered the essence of heavy chop with a machete. Seven of the ten knives he took were from different angles, just like an emotionless woodcutter.
Chai Anping always felt that he could see the shadow of Stewart in him, but of course the meaning contained in them was completely different - just the same tenacity.
Lacus, who was hugging her, couldn't help but hold her breath, listening to the sound of weapons clashing and the sound of sand and gravel jumping. In fact, most of the audience had forgotten to shout at this time.
Only the commentary is trying hard to keep up with the two.
At this time, Pickel seemed to have finally suppressed Heywood, and he took another step forward!
The machete slashed hard, and Heywood's expression changed slightly. He let go of the gun with his front hand and retreated. He held the spear with his back hand and slashed the barb towards Pickle's neck.
A look of excitement and madness suddenly appeared in Pickel's eyes. He raised his shoulder and directly hit the hook and sickle. He let go of the long knife in his hand at a slightly raised angle and dropped it.
"Ho!"
The hook and sickle completely pierced his shoulder, but he laughed at the same time. Lifting his shoulders was not the end of the movement - his whole body jumped up!
As he flew backwards, the handle of the falling machete landed on his raised toes.
A powerful kick!
"laugh--"
The long knife penetrates the body!
The hook and sickle tore apart the muscles on his shoulders, and even the bones were almost torn off, but speaking of the injuries...
Heywood's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief. Pickle used a whole range of sword skills, and finally defeated him with such a move of an antelope's horned knife?!
The moment the broad-bladed long knife entered the body, the referee on the sidelines suddenly blew his whistle. If one of these two great gods died because of his slow blowing, he would have to walk around in pain.
"Winner, Pickle!"
Heywood slowly knelt down, and the clothes on his lower abdomen were quickly covered with blood...
Loss of consciousness——
Pickle's body was also trembling slightly, and blood was flowing all over his bruised body. He looked equally terrifying, and a piece of flesh was missing from his shoulder, with bones clearly visible.
He covered his shoulders and gasped violently. He was the only protagonist in the entire arena at the moment!
Even though his expression was as ferocious as a wolf and his ears were ragged, the voices calling his name and "Field Army" began to get louder and louder.
Here, only the winner can enjoy the glory!
"Wonderful duel." Lux praised and applauded the two fighters, then ruthlessly glanced at Mo Chai who ended the fight in two seconds: "Look at me!"
Chai Anping:???
He immediately called out to Chong Tianqu: "My opponent's wooden stick broke as soon as I cut it. What can I do? Can you get some glue to put on it for him?"
And I saw that when the long knife entered the body of this strong man like Heywood, his anus tightened. You little girl really didn't panic at all?
Chai Anping desperately wanted to pinch Lux's little face, but Lux quickly dodged it.
"Watch the duel carefully and don't do anything, Mr. Shelley!"
"I'm scared!"
"screw you."
Lux raised the brim of her hat with one hand and gave him a charming look, but in fact she didn't struggle too resolutely when she was hugged just now... so much so that she was hugged for a whole duel.
Complicated feelings.
As expected, the stinky man became more and more familiar with him, and then he followed the stick when he hit the snake?!