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Early morning.

Islam Square.

The morning light is faint.

The hoarfrost of winter had not yet melted, and in the thin mist, the whole square could be seen unexpectedly crowded with people.

These people ranged from lichs with swaying soul fires to living corpses in armor, dark wizards with their faces hidden in their hoods, and necromancers following skeletons, and the Bloods were scattered in the crowd in small and small voices, discussing something in whispers.

"Who do you think will win?"

"Then it doesn't need to be asked, as the next commander of the Black Rose Legion, if he can't even beat a single scrap of wood, then it's ridiculous. ”

"But what Your Majesty said is so swearing, it doesn't seem to be simple. ”

"It's not that you don't know the magic guide, many people have tried to develop it into weapons for a long time, but you have also seen the effect, it is just the comfort of some useless people. ”

"I'll bet ten gold coins on Dilan to win. ”

"This gamble is not valid at all, because no one is going to buy that Ludwig's scrap wood and win!"

The vast majority of the seething crowd thought Langton would lose.

This is also very normal, after all, Langton has never shown his potential in front of the public, it is more of his embarrassing side, plus the magic guide armament has not broken through before, so most people are not optimistic about Langton.

"What do you think?"

Renard said faintly, a large space had been vacated in the center of the square, and a spell barrier had been imposed, so as long as it was not an out-of-the-ordinary attack, it would not cause any damage to the surrounding area.

"I trust His Majesty's vision. ”

Kahew stared at the field and spoke slowly.

“...... Never mind. ”

Renard sighed, this Cassiu is really quite old-fashioned, he doesn't know the art of chatting at all, and he looked at Lisa on the other side.

"What do you think?"

"I trust my daughter's vision. ”

Lisa naturally knew what had happened between Langton and Kalian, and the marriage contract that had been abandoned many years ago didn't seem so useless at this time.

“...... Well, when I didn't say. ”

Renard thought to himself that the two guys couldn't communicate at all, so he set his eyes on the middle of the square.

The time had come, and Dylan was standing on the side, wearing a full suit of armor and holding a long sword in his hand, slightly exuding a powerful momentum.

"Not bad. ”

With just one glance, Renard could also sense that this living corpse did have two hits, although it was far from enough compared to Ashuram, but as a newcomer, it was already beyond the ordinary level.

"Then the other side. ”

Looking at the other end of the square, Langton, dressed in a white trench coat, slowly stood up.

Rosen was behind him, followed by Karen, without saying a word.

"It's difficult. ”

Muttering to himself, Renard clearly sensed that Langton was no more than black iron strength, and at this level, in the face of ordinary bronze, there was no chance of winning at all.

Even if you ignore the difference in absolute power, the bronze level that can drive magic power is enough to make the black iron level feel good just by a magic barrier, not to mention the various magic attacks that are difficult for even "Jue" to perceive.

After thinking about it for a long time, Renard didn't think of a good way to win, so he was even more looking forward to the next battle between the two.

"That's your weapon?"

Dylan asked in a somewhat mocking tone, and the first thing he saw was the two pistols hanging from Langton's waist.

"Well, yes. ”

Not paying attention to the tone of the other party, Langton nodded, then drew his pistol.

The two pistols, one black and one white, have a rustic feel, more like crafts than weapons.

"I hope you don't have to make me pay for it later. ”

Dylan said, and then slowly drew his sword and assumed a fighting posture.

The scene immediately fell silent.

"Then, the battle begins. ”

Rosen spoke as the host, making everyone's nerves tense.

Langton only felt that in an instant, a strong electric current passed through his back, making him almost tremble, which was the probing effect of Dilan's "sense".

The living corpse didn't immediately use his powerful force to crush Langton, and for Dilan, defeating the opponent with a simple blow would not achieve his own effect, and he wanted to let Langton attack first, and then easily solve the opponent himself, so as to prove his doubts.

Langton resisted the uneasiness that welled up in his heart, remembering what Rosen had told him before the battle.

"The opponent will definitely not use all his strength at the beginning, and will inevitably use some means to induce you to attack and then counterattack, your opportunity is here. ”

If the normal bronze level is fully opened, then even if there is a powerful weapon, Langton will not be able to support a breath, and what he wants to fight for is precisely this slight hesitation caused by Rosen's foreshadowing.

If Langton has always been the image of a strong man, then in order to ensure victory, Dylan will definitely go all out from the beginning, but Langton is a waste wood in everyone's eyes, and has never shown his strength, never shown the power of the improved magic weapon, which creates an illusion.

The so-called battle is to cheat each other, this is the principle that Lawson has been familiar with since the Black Iron Rank, and even when he reaches the Silver Rank, this principle is still true.

Langton raised his hand and aimed at Dylan.

There was one bullet in each chamber, and the pistol he designed was supposed to hold six rounds, but Rosen left Langton with only one.

The first point is because if the first attack misses, then it is absolutely impossible for the opponent to let Langton attack again, and no amount of bullets will be wasted.

The second point is to block Langton's back path, so that he can pour all his will into a single bullet.

In Rosen's words, it's a fight against the odds.

Dylan lowered his body, ready to dodge the attack from Langton, who was under the impression that the musket was so powerful that it might not even be able to penetrate his magic barrier, and the range and accuracy of the fireballs using the mana crystal ammunition were so worrying that it would be difficult to even hit him.

Dodging the first bullet, and then shooting directly to shoot down the opponent's weapon, Dylan had such a plan in his heart.

Even though there had been some speculation about the outcome of the battle, everyone present still quietly watched the two facing each other, and they knew that the victory or defeat of the battle was only instantaneous.

Then, under everyone's gaze, Langton fired.

Boom -

To everyone's surprise, what came out of Langton's gun** was neither a condensed magic nor a lethal bullet.

It's a torrent of magic.

Barely had time to react, Di Lan's whole body was directly engulfed by this surging power, and he didn't even have time to draw his sword.

The barrier of Dilan's magic only lasted for a moment under this powerful magic before it shattered, if it weren't for the suppression of this magic power, then Dilan would probably have directly turned to ashes and fell into eternal sleep again.

When the smoke cleared, only Langton stood quietly with his gun in one hand.

Victory or defeat is decided in just one move.