"Ah~" A terrible cry of this Tyrone sounded on the field, Ryan was like earth at this time, paralyzed on the ground, soaked his whole body with sweat, and his left hand pressed his right shoulder tightly, and he couldn't help but let out a low scream.

Al saw that Ryan was wrong, and immediately jumped into the middle of the field and walked quickly to Ryan's side. Originally, it was not allowed to get close during the gladiatorial fight, but Ryan's sword had completely divided the winner and defeat, and no one cared. Moreover, there are a lot fewer bright and dark guards around the gladiatorial arena, otherwise El would not have been able to walk in front of Ryan at all.

Tyrone's chest is exposed, and the sternum, ribs, and Qi root are broken with the naked eye, and the cracked internal organs inside can be seen. The gap was unusually smooth, and the raging sword qi made his skin and flesh roll. The wound that had been suppressed once again cracked open, and streams of blood flowed outward, staining a large area of the ground red in a moment.

Al helped Ryan up with concern, and when he touched his hand, Ryan's right arm was lying on his stomach, and the muscles inside seemed to be kneaded together, and there was no elasticity, and he was suddenly startled.

"What's wrong with you?" Al was indeed frightened by Ryan's lightning sword, it was too fast, Ryan just bent and slashed, the torn sword qi emitted a dazzling white light, and an arc of lightning appeared out of thin air. It looked like Tyrone had voluntarily bumped into Ryan's swift sword light.

Ryan's facial features twisted together, the sweat of the bean was dripping non-stop, and he said in a hoarse and trembling voice, squeezing out a smile that was more ugly than crying, "I've played too much, I haven't been so fierce before." ”

In fact, Ryan only used it two or three times when he practiced, that is, he didn't dare to take it so seriously, this time he really played too much.

"Hold me a little," Ryan said weakly.

"Wow!!" There was a boiling in the audience, cheers were always for the winners, and no one cared about the losers. However, the gladiatorial arena was still more responsible, and someone immediately carried Tyrone down for treatment.

"You, what's the matter with that sword?" Al dragged Ryan's body hard, and when he saw Ryan's sword just now, he clearly saw the red and hot tip of the sword.

"Draw your sword? A good one is to brake with static, and to win fast with fast. "The squadron leader of that Holy Knights knows this kind of martial art, and it is a skill that only a true swordsman can practice. However, this move is usually a common method used by a swordsman when he meets another swordsman, and he didn't expect Ryan to use it to crack Tyrone's fast and unspeakable speed.

"That's a sword draw, Charm saved a sword maniac in Rags before. The man ran to the dragon pit alone for some unknown reason, and was besieged by more than a dozen purple-winged plesiosaurs, if it wasn't for Uncle Cham who saved his life, otherwise he wouldn't even have a sword left. Ryan rested for a while, and his face was a little better, but he still lacked blood and looked spiritless.

"So in order to repay the grace of saving your life, he taught you to draw a sword and cut it?" Al was also surprised by the power of this move, but he didn't want to learn it, it didn't work for him at all.

"Well, I practiced playing at the beginning, after all, there is no chance to use this trick in actual combat, others will not give you this kind of opportunity, it is all used by those crazy people when they decide life and death with one move. But ......" Ryan said that he was a little embarrassed here, he didn't think that useful tricks were the key to defeating the enemy, it seems that in the future, this strange trick is better to learn a little more, there is always a place to use.

"That's right, only a sword maniac would use this kind of self-mutilating trick." Al disagrees with this, if he can, it will hurt his own tricks, secret methods and other things, he will only use them when he is desperate, not every time he fights.

"No, no, it's that I haven't practiced home, and, moreover." Ryan knew that Al had misunderstood, but he didn't know how to explain it for a while, and it took him a long time before he said, "I had an idea at that time, that is, to use magic instead of fighting qi to circulate, and then follow the normal route of pranayama. I noticed that my perception was nearly twice as strong as before, and my body's reaction was half as fast as it was, and I felt it the moment Tyrone's figure paused and turned. ”

Speaking of this, Ryan paused, his cheeks twitched a little, and he continued with palpitations, "I didn't expect that sword to directly absorb all my strength and magic power, and I don't know what kind of power it was mixed that instantly exploded on my right hand. ”

Saying that, Ryan made a very vivid gesture to Elby with an arm explosion, "Can you imagine how my whole hand was about to explode?" Then I was bent on releasing this power, but I didn't expect the speed to be so fast, I didn't even touch him, but after that sword, the released sword qi hurt him. ”

Al agreed with Ryan's words, and he didn't think he was exaggerating, and he felt palpitations just by looking at that sword, let alone using his body to catch it. Otherwise, Tyrone would not have been catapulted off, but would have been cut in two.

"Hehe, what a sharp sword move, that's what the gladiatorial arena wants" Rick's eyes lit up, Tyrone was specially selected by him, and the performance in all aspects was definitely not something that Ryan could deal with, in order to force out Ryan's hole cards, and also to make them lose both. For Tyrone, he has a little intention of soliciting, taking advantage of the danger of others and recruiting strongly, this is not the first time he has done this kind of thing.

Beckoning, one of the guards walked over and bowed respectfully.

"Go and ask the second uncle if the exorcism arrow is ready? I'm afraid the church can't sit still. ”

"Yes." The guard replied respectfully.

"Little brother Ryan, you're hurt. How's it going, isn't the injury serious? "People come, the sound comes first, and a gust of fragrant wind rushes to the face.

Ryan subconsciously held his breath, and after being pit by Monet once, he was extremely wary of those strange smells.

"Sister Ellie, thank you for your concern." Ryan didn't raise his head to know who was coming, at this time it was not only Ellie, but also Lusico, in addition, the middle-aged mercenary with a temperament like Chaim was also there, and it was estimated that he was also pulled together.

"Hehehe, I don't care about you, who cares about you." Ellie said very familiarly, holding a doll in one hand, and taking out a small bottle with the other hand and throwing it to Ryan, "Seeing that you are lacking in strength, your steps are weak, your muscles are twitching, your skin is dull, and your essence is very bad. After saying that, he didn't reply to Ryan, and reincarnated and left, and Lusico glanced at it meaningfully, and followed Ellie tightly.

"The more strength you have, the more hope you have." The middle-aged mercenary also returned to the field after leaving this sentence, and they had a gladiatorial fight next.

"Let's go, let's go back first." Ryan urges Al. After Ryan and the others returned to the room, Al returned Subject to Ryan from his arms, and said lightly, "It seems to be very uneasy, and even if it sleeps, it keeps writhing when it stays with me." ”

Taking the subject, Ryan stroked its body with pity, and at this time the subject was still sleeping deeply, the scales on his body had turned from earthy yellow, and there was a small milky white part on the tail.

"It's better to take care of yourself first." Al said very politely.

"Haha" Ryan laughed dryly, he knew that Al was a little angry when he said this, "I didn't expect him to be so desperate, not serious, I'm afraid that Lek will think it's not good for me to keep my strength." ”

"Hmph, it's good that you're not dead. But your hand? Al looked at Ryan's right hand, which was already larger than before, red, and a small depression would be left when pressed down, and then slowly recovered.

"It's okay, the meridians are a little broken." Ryan didn't care, this was the benefit of being tempered by the blood of demonic beasts, especially snakes, a species with extremely tenacious vitality, as long as it was not a missing arm and leg injury, his recovery speed was staggering.

"Knock knock."

There was a knock at the door, and a young and beautiful maid held a transparent bottle filled with a green ointment.

"Hello, Mr. Lane, this is a saprophytic muscle cream, for external use, to remove saprophytic muscles, strengthen tendons and continue the pulse." The maid said in a sweet voice.

"Thank him for me, just say that the gladiatorial arena is a place where dragons and crouching tigers are hidden, a good place to hone myself, and I am only interested in improving my strength. Also, I want to prove myself and hope that he will agree. ”

When the maid left, Al also went out, and then there was a gladiatorial fight, and he abstained.

"Really, that's what he said?" Reek was still in the corner of the arena at this time, and he was not surprised to see that Al was not playing, and he did not care. But the words that the maid who brought him the medicine made him very happy.

"Yes, that's what he said." The maid replied respectfully.

"Well, you go down first." Rick's brief excitement was followed by a return to flatness.

In the room, the abstaining Al watched as Ryan put the Ouroboros Ring into the Saprophytic Muscle Balm, stirred it twice, and after the entire ring was covered with a layer of ointment, Ryan began to chant a strange incantation. Al knew it wasn't magic, because it was much more complicated than magic.

After a while, the mist on the ring evaporated green, and the whole ring also became green. Then the green began to fade, and there were some black marks left on the ring, very fine, like dust, which fell off as soon as it was blown.

"This guy really didn't have a good heart." Although Al doesn't know what a black substance is, he doesn't think it's a good thing.

"Still, it's cheaper for me." Ryan didn't care, and the next time he rolled the ring in the ointment, and the ring was stained with more ointment.

The intricate chant sounded again, and the green mist steamed again, but this time Ryan didn't waste it, and with a grasp of his palm, he wiped everything that was not left on his hand.

Saprophytic muscle cream is indeed a good thing, as soon as the mist touches the arm, you feel a cool breath penetrate from every pore, swim in the broken meridians, inactive muscles, and an indescribable comfort spreads throughout the arm.

Feeling that the meridians were being repaired, and the muscles were regaining their elasticity, and repeating the operation just now, Ryan was satisfied with the bottle of anti-saprophytic muscle cream into the ring, and a cheap smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "This bottle of things was 100,000 gold coins before, and the C-level fighting skills couldn't get it, but I didn't expect to send us good things." ”

After a while, Ryan felt the numbness and itching of his arm, and with a pinch of his other hand, a layer of purple-black oil overflowed from under the skin, and the fishy smell suddenly spread.

"Good stuff." This would have been something that even Al had admired.