"For soldiers, the battlefield is the best school!"

This sentence was carved directly above the gate of the gladiatorial arena, and it was enshrined as Guigao by the successive branch directors of the Warrior Academy, and it has been implemented to this day. Therefore, among the four branches, the Warrior Academy has the least courses and the most time for free practice. As a result of this arrangement, although the Warrior Academy has produced many strong players, more and more students have gradually become obscure because of relaxed training.

Of course, Randy Reinhardt falls into the former's category. Whether it is for the honor of the Reinhardt family, the old nobles of the kingdom, or for the pride rooted in his heart, Randy does not allow himself to slack off, and does not allow himself to admit defeat.

Someone once counted that Randy spent twice as much time honing his combat skills as the average of his peers, and even nearly as long as a Kingdom soldier. But there are exceptions to everything, for example, this morning, Randy did not go to the gladiatorial arena early, but was called by the dean to the martial arts arena located in the center of Morrowind Academy, and competed with the masters of the kingdom's military who came all the way.

"What happened?" Bette the Redhead walked out smiling as she saw Randy walk up and handed him a towel.

"The masters of the Kingdom Guard are indeed worthy of their reputation!but..."Randy wiped the sweat from his face and patted the black dragon spear pinned behind his back, "This guy has never let me down!"

He looked up at the giant statue beside him, "And I've never let Morrowind Academy down!"

"Great!" Betty was sincerely happy for him, but quickly changed to a sad face: "In this case, in a year and a half, the tide of necromancy, wouldn't you go to the forefront of the Frost Dragon Mountain Range......?"

"For a warrior, the battlefield is the best place to be!" Randy reached out and stroked Betty's cheek, "Throwing blood for faith, that's a kind of romance that only belongs to the brave!"

Betty's eyes were moist, and she wanted to persuade something, but she swallowed the words that came to her lips again.

"Let's go. I need to be stronger for the war in a year and a half!" Randy said, walking towards the Colosseum at the Warrior Academy.

"Hmm!" Betty followed, but there was not even a smile on her face.

As he passed the Colosseum gate, Randy suddenly asked, "By the way, Betty, that difficult blacksmith boy, did you get her sister here? I don't want to see him run away again this time!"

Randy clenched his fists, and a surge of anger rose in his heart. Originally, he only thought that Luo Ning was an ordinary civilian with no eyes, and he wanted to teach him a lesson. Who would have thought that Luo Ning would get out of the predicament three times and twice, which made him really angry.

"We've already arranged for our people to deal with it! ”

Randy sneered: "Very good! Her sister is in our hands, so I'm not afraid that he won't come to the door! This time I'm going to teach this kid a lesson myself, so that he can understand how serious the consequences of messing with the wrong person are!"

"yes...... How serious is it? Is it worse than you sending someone to hurt my sister?" Before he could enter the infield, the cold words reached Randy's ears. Along with these words, there were sporadic faint moans, and a dozen familiar figures lying in the middle of the Colosseum.

"Bob!Brewer!Damn, what's going on here?!" Randy was stunned to find his followers lying to the ground in pain. Many of them had no minor injuries.

"No way! Bob and Brewer are both high-level fighters, and the others are also mid-level fighters, who the hell is it? Who beat them like this!"

Randy looked towards the center of the Colosseum, and saw a cold-faced red-haired boy in the middle of the pale yellow sand. The boy was dressed in a thin gray shirt, with a sheathed sword in both hands, and dozens of pale green rays of light flew around his body, blowing away the sand and stones under his feet, forming the shape of a magic circle that Randy had never seen before.

To the left and right of the boy stood two strange-looking warriors, a man and a woman. The male warrior held a blood-stained stick in his right hand and his left hand on his chest, while the female warrior pointed a long sword to the ground, the tip of which was still dripping with scarlet blood. Obviously, the wounded cadets on the ground were defeated by these two fighters.

"No! Randy, these two guys aren't humans, they're puppets summoned by this kid!

Randy drew his gun in his hand, and the pitch-black tip of the gun suddenly buzzed, letting out a soft groan like the roar of a wild beast. He took an attacking stance, and his body began to surge with an extremely thick fighting spirit: "Is it a puppeteer? These two puppets are no worse than me, Betty." You go to the Colosseum and wait for me first, and I'll go to you after I kill this kid!"

Betty was about to refuse, but saw that the two puppets instantly scattered into countless points of light and dissipated into nothingness.

"Don't worry! The culprit who tried to hurt my sister, of course I will solve it with my own hands!"

"Your sister?"

Randy thought for a moment and exclaimed, "You're that pariah's little blacksmith!"

Knowing Luo Ning's identity, Randy became extremely excited: "Hahaha! Great, I'm worried that I can't find you! I didn't expect you to come to the door by yourself to die!"

He swung the dragon spear, and the rich fighting aura covering the tip of the spear poured out a gray arc of light, cutting a crack in the sand in front of him.

"As a puppeteer, but he cut off his arm to take back the puppet, and tried in vain to solve me with his own hands?

It's not Randy's arrogance. Although the puppeteers on the Lost Continent can control powerful puppet battles, most of them are not much more powerful than ordinary people. In Randy's opinion, Ronin's actions just now were no different from raising his hands to surrender!

"Arrogant, stupid, lowly, weak! I'm so ashamed of those guys lying on the ground to let such an unbearable guy escape twice in a row!" Randy turned on his fighting spirit, and the surface of his body began to glow and brighten, gradually covering it with a layer of translucent armor that seemed to loom over.

This seemingly inconspicuous layer of hazy fighting spirit is an important sign of a high-level warrior.

Randy pointed the black dragon lance at Ronin's chest: "Three swords! As the successor of the black dragon lance, the descendant of Vasily Reinhardt, I allow you to attack the three swords first, so that you can see how big the gap between you and me is!"

"Heh!" Luo Ning chuckled, only to feel that the scene in front of him was extremely absurd. He had prepared several plans for this battle, and even prepared to lose both, but he never expected that the other party would retreat by himself and give himself the opportunity to liberate the power of the Storm Demon Sword!

He held back a smile and said in as calm a tone as possible, "Three swords?"

"Don't be wordy! I don't have time to laugh with you, let's do it quickly!"

"Okay, then don't regret it!Besides, I'll send you another old saying from my hometown!" Luo Ning raised the Storm Demon Sword, "Don't be blinded by pride!"

"It's ridiculous!" Randy laughed at Ronin's hubris. But before the smile on his face could bloom, it froze in a whistling wind.

A torrent of cyan whirlwind suddenly gathered above Ronin's head, and swept unstoppably across the Colosseum, pushing away Betty, a redhead who was struggling to support herself, and hitting Randy's body directly.

Countless shredded blades of wind slashed through Randy's cheeks, but they couldn't erase Randy's shocked and inexplicable expression. He looked in horror at the top of Ronin's head, where the otherwise ordinary steel longsword suddenly shattered into a storm, and then condensed into a crystal blue glow in an instant. Dazzling silver glittered at the ice-blue edge, outlining the outline of a cone-shaped longsword with a spherical thundercloud embedded in the middle.

The next moment, the storm in the Colosseum was cut into two pieces by a bright sword light, and for the first time in Randy's heart, he had a feeling called "timidity", and his hands subconsciously raised the black dragon spear horizontally over the top, in order to block the arrival of this sword light!