The chill from behind made Tyrone, a seasoned martial artist, do the right thing.

While adding a force to his foot, he used his other foot to kick the tower with all his might, and the reversed body showed how much pressure he was under at this time, and Rao was almost fainted by this force.

"Poof" There was a splash of blood, Ryan would not let go of such a good opportunity, a change of direction Z-shaped slash, which suddenly made Tyrone's back bloom, but the last sword was dodged by Tyrone in this self-mutilating way, so the last horizontal of the Z word was much lighter.

The two of them were separated for some distance at once, and Ryan didn't want his opponent to catch his breath, he believed in taking advantage of your illness to kill you.

On tiptoe, Ryan jumped to the left, and a sword stabbed Tyrone's right shoulder again, bringing up a puff of blood, Tyrone had not yet stood firm, but the situation at the moment no longer allowed him to do so, shaking his body, and suddenly a reflexive arm was drawn, wanting to sneak attack Ryan.

Fortunately, Ryan was already on guard, Tyrone's strong arm passed by Ryan in danger, don't forget that he still has a circle of iron-like things tied to his hand, and being whipped by such an arm is no less than being hit by a hammer.

A blow missed, Tyrone turned around in embarrassment, and when he turned around, he saw Ryan's dangerous smile, and a chill suddenly penetrated from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and he subconsciously raised his hand to block it. It turned out that his reaction was correct, Ryan's dexterous sword was originally stabbed into Tyrone's abdomen, as long as there was a hole there, the other party was undoubtedly killing himself if he was running a fighting spirit. However, when he blocked it like this, Ryan's sword was deflected, and it only stabbed Tyrone under the ribs, and a three-inch-long wound exposed all the bones inside.

Tyrone stepped back in succession, distanced himself from Ryan a little, and knelt down on one knee, one hand tightly covering the wound under his ribs.

Ryan didn't pursue any further, and even though it was a gladiatorial arena, Ryan didn't want to do anything about it.

His back was already blood-red, and there were two wounds on his shoulders and under his ribs, and Tyrone looked in a bad state at the moment.

"Yes, that body method is really very peculiar, people who don't know the details are easy to suffer a big loss, and then catch a flaw and chase and fight, and still be cautious in such a smooth situation, it's very good, but it's a pity that there is a lack of ruthlessness, otherwise now it's directly forced up, and this gladiatorial fight will be over." Rick was happy to see Ryan's barrage of attacks gain the upper hand all at once, but he didn't agree with Ryan's final performance.

"It's this kid again, it seems that this is his real strength, the light body technique plus the resonance with the wind element, a set of combo moves is smooth, it's a good seedling, it's a pity, it's ......a pity" The tall captain of the Holy Knights in the audience looked at Ryan with some regret.

"Captain, then he's not the same as Kate."

"Well, it's possible, if you can, try to let him go."

"Yes, Captain. In addition, I stepped up my investigation yesterday, and there are only five people who are not clear, and the one in the gladiatorial arena was the one who had a bye yesterday, and I don't know if she played today. ”

"Alas, wronged, wronged, why her?" The squadron leader closed his eyes in pain, and a delicate figure kept appearing in his heart.

"Captain, you have to control your emotions, this matter is very important, and my subordinates have discovered some important industries under the Big Three, and the manpower and funds are ......."

"Okay, they can't run away, I won't be emotional, and that madman is here, we can only succeed this time." The squadron leader's tone was unusually resolute, and the unconcealable sadness slowly dissipated in his eyes.

On the field, Tyrone's pale face was burning with fiery fighting spirit, and it was not dimmed at all because of his injury.

"What a powerful body, let's show you all my strength." Tyrone said, and began to untie the ring of iron in his hand, bang, bang, after the two restraints on his hand were untied, Tyrone's face was obviously much more relaxed, but Ryan's face was getting darker and darker.

"Oh my God, what is that, so heavy, how did he put it on." Ryan was a little helpless, he was thinking of a set of combos to make Tyrone lose the ability to fight again, but he didn't expect to be a little short of the target, Tyrone really hides his strength, and the next thing is a hard battle.

"I know that a real martial artist trains his body, strength, and heart. With these things worn, you practice all the time. ”

Stopping Ryan's words, Tyrone's expression was obviously shocked, he didn't expect Ryan to know him so well, bowed deeply to him, and said eagerly, "Then you also understand, I will not keep my hand in the future, I will treat you with twelve points of respect." ”

"Respect for your size, I will be happy if you put some water, I don't want to fight you to the death." Ryan didn't care about it on his face, and scolded Tyrone, a martial idiot, countless times in his heart. If it were a different person, maybe he would quit now, who would be so desperate? Otherwise, it's okay to sell a flaw and admit defeat, but Tyrone's sentence made Ryan extinguish this thought with twelve points of respect, he didn't want to be beaten half to death.

Finally, after taking off the iron from his feet, Tyrone looked extremely excited.

As soon as the figure moved, it immediately disappeared from Ryan's sight, turning into a phantom and circling around Ryan.

"It's really fast, half a point faster than Al's full strength." As soon as Tyrone moved, Ryan knew how fast the other party was.

Ryan was engrossed, paying attention to Tyrone's every move, and all around him was the sound of tiptoes tapping on the ground, and a vague fleeting figure.

Close your eyes and carefully perceive the movement of the wind element, since your eyes can't keep up with the other party's movements, you don't need to look at it, this is the benefit of being a magician, although the all-round spiritual power detection can't accurately capture Tyrone's extremely fast surging figure, but it can point out the general direction.

The resonance with the wind element is triggered to the extreme by Ryan, not to mention the strong wind brought by Tyrone's running, as long as someone moves his body slightly, the wind will be discovered by Ryan, so it is best to predict the direction of Tyrone's gig attack.

With a thud, Tyrone turned into a phantom from behind Ryan and rushed towards him.

Feeling the surging air behind him, Ryan's body jumped lightly, and he wanted to fight back, but he didn't have time to turn back, so he could only slightly deviate from his body and avoid the vital parts. Resonating with the wind element, he was unusually light, as if waving his hand to slap a piece of paper, and when he didn't touch the paper, the wind had blown away the thin paper.

This is a kind of body technique that Ryan realized when facing countless rock spiders, but unfortunately it doesn't play much role at this time, and the speed of the hand he slapped has far exceeded the speed of the paper flying, so all Ryan can do is reduce the damage.

Bang, a punch hit Ryan on the shoulder impartially, and he stumbled, and when Ryan wanted to attack indiscriminately and force Tyrone away, he immediately lost his trace of the other party.

Feeling that something was wrong, he just wanted to make a defensive posture, and with a bang, a figure instantly stuck in front of Ryan, and he was startled, and he didn't want to raise his hand to stab the other party with a sword, but unfortunately the current situation was diametrically opposite to before, Tyrone easily turned his head, and Ryan's sword fell into the air.

Bang bang, a series of punches hit Ryan in the chest, and the last blow to Tyrone seemed to be unwilling to kick the hollow before, and then made up for it.

"One Library"

Ryan was kicked away in response, and the whole person fell to the ground, looking embarrassed.

Struggling to get up, Ryan's bones all over his body were about to fall apart, and there was no place that didn't hurt, but his physique had been tempered by the blood of the demonic beast, but he was only bruised all over his body, and he hadn't lost the strength of a battle. Rubbing his chest, Tyrone kicked his five organs with the last kick, but fortunately he unloaded the iron pieces, otherwise it was still a question of whether he could stand up.

Seeing Ryan get up again, the flame in Tyrone's eyes became more and more hot, all along, he was able to let him take off the shackles of no more than twenty people, once he was untied, two of the twenty people were far above him, and the others couldn't support him for a round of fast attack.

"If this continues, it will only be a sandbag, and his movement must be restricted. If only Al were there, one would attract the other's attention, and the other would deliver a fatal blow. Ryan muttered to himself, "The Dance of the Wind doesn't seem to be able to keep up with his speed at all, and although he can predict the direction of Tyrone's attack, he can't react, which makes Ryan a little discouraged." ”

The speed is not at the same level at all, and if it is faster, only thunder magic can compete with it. Ryan felt a pang of pain in his heart, was he going to lose? Unconsciously, Ryan's competitive spirit was stimulated, and his mind was racing, and his mind was like a money counter, quickly combing through what he had learned. Cham's passing on his martial arts, Rector instructing him, Jessica's teaching him magic, and some of the techniques he has comprehended, there seems to be no way to deal with it.

"Quick, quick, quick" Ryan scratched his head vigorously with one hand, and suddenly, a move flashed through his head, huh, wait, it seems that there is a way?

Ryan thought carefully about what Chamme had taught him every move, every detail, and the skill of power.

Ryan slowly lowered his body, the long sword in his hand had been withdrawn by him, the palm of his right hand was weakly grasped, his body was tense, ready to attack, and he closed his eyes as if he was waiting to die, but he exuded a dangerous aura.

Tyrone also noticed the change in Ryan, but he didn't care, he still moved quickly, never staying in one place for long. There is a figure of him everywhere on the field, left and right, and there is no pattern.

Suddenly, like a leopard pounced on its prey, Tyrone rushed to Ryan's side like lightning.

Like a lightning bolt in the night, Ryan's eyes suddenly brightened, and this was the time. It was like a precision machine everywhere in his body, every movement was a gear turning, his sword fell, an arc of light flashed, and Tyrone stared in disbelief at the huge wound that spanned his chest, almost splitting him diagonally in two.

With a scream, Tyrone flew upside down, and a stream of blood splashed more than a foot high.

Cancel all the superfluous actions, concentrate all the forces at one point, the speed of that moment is unmatched, the power of the explosion is enough to split the mountains and cut the mountains, drain all the energy with one sword, draw the knife to kill, only this blow, this is the mystery of drawing the knife and slashing.