The light in the iron cage lasted for a while before it slowly dimmed, and I saw that the iron cage that looked extremely strong was bent outward from the middle part, and the entire iron cage had been twisted into a flower basket shape at this moment, and in the middle of the iron cage, three vague figures could be faintly seen.

At this moment, everyone held their breath and quietly waited for the result.

"Boy, you've won this one. As soon as the old man raised his hand, the protective shield of the outside world set off a ripple like a ripple of water. I saw that the old man and the unconscious Kagal jumped and disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already outside the iron cage.

There was a dead silence in the square for a moment, until Curris anxiously ran into the iron cage and called for the healers to announce, "First game, winner - Faemon!"

Boom, the square instantly boiled, countless people sighed and abused, and the gentle and elegant temperament on weekdays disappeared, one by one, like a shrew in the alleys of the market.

Naturally, there are some people who are very calm, but there is also a surging mood under the calm surface, which can be seen from their expressions that can't sit still.

When Fermont was carried down, Curris also glanced at it worriedly, it was the first time he had seen such a serious injury since he entered the Duke's Palace, even those Duke's Palace guards who were working hard had never had such an injury.

He gritted his teeth and said with a megaphone: "Okay, everyone, please be quiet, next is the second competition, please enter the contestants!"

As the voice fell, two people came up from each side of the square, one wearing a set of silver armor, and the armor on his chest was printed with an eagle flying high. The sharp claws came to life, like a living thing. On the other side came a young man in a black cloak, holding a dead wood with knotted branches, the top of which was inlaid with an oval-shaped gem that emitted a hazy white light.

The two stood at a distance of ten meters in the center of the square, the silver-armored man holding a silver spear in his hand, and his body stood straight, "Peng Ka, the captain of the second team of the Duke's Palace, please advise." ”

Pengka's voice still echoed in the iron cage, but there was no response, and the black-robed man opposite him seemed to be a frozen ice cube, giving people a cold feeling.

Curis outside the cage also frowned slightly, but he still did not hesitate to announce the start of the game. Because he has already explained to Pengka, this game can only be lost and not won.

Although as a soldier, it is their duty to obey orders, but just after watching that blood-pumping battle, it is difficult for any bloody soldier to soothe the excitement in his heart at this moment.

"Let's begin, you don't have the qualifications to give me my name yet. The black-robed man's voice was slightly hoarse, but he spoke clearly, and his voice was full of arrogance.

Pengka's face turned cold, and the spear shook out a spear and rushed forward. Most warriors are melee classes, except those who use bows and arrows. But all mages are undoubtedly ranged attacks, their physical fitness is not as good as that of warriors, and no mage is stupid enough to play melee combat with warriors.

But at this moment, in the face of Pengka's sprint, Diffik, who was dressed in a black robe, did not move at all, and had already maintained the posture of advancing first.

For this naked contempt, Pengka's blood was boiling at the moment, and he had long forgotten what he had just explained about whether he was allowed to lose or not win, and the spear drew a graceful arc in the air, and there were faint invisible fluctuations at the tip of the spear wrapped around it. "Storm Spike!"

With a loud bang, the spear stabbed into Diffik's body at a breakneck speed. But at this moment, the unbelievable happened.

The spear didn't penetrate Diffik's body as expected, but the attacking Pengka flew upside down after that blow, falling heavily to the ground.

Pengka was also a little dizzy from this blow, but he quickly recovered, stood up on his feet, and attacked the opposite side again.

Pengka burst into a shout, "Eight consecutive strikes in the wind!" The spear instantly conjured eight phantoms in the air, each with a fierce momentum, and rushed straight towards Nadifik, the indomitable spirit, vowing to penetrate the opponent under the gun.

The spectators in the square are still relatively familiar with Pengka, many people know that this person is the personal guard of the duke's side, and his strength is very good, it is said that he is only 32 years old now, and his strength has reached level 22, and becoming a grandmaster is almost a sure thing.

At the same time that everyone was sweating for the big Diffik, Pengka's attack had arrived, but to everyone's stunned, as just now, Defik stood there motionless, while Pengka had an additional scar on his body every time he attacked, as if he was attacking himself.

"This, this, is a mid-level magic windwrap that can reflect physical attacks below its own level. It's so strong, it's the first time I've seen magic like this. An elderly nobleman shouted excitedly.

Soon many well-informed nobles followed, and all of a sudden, the whole square erupted in applause.

Diffik looked at the somewhat embarrassed Pengka and said calmly: "You can't win me, let's end it quickly." Let the person who dares to do something to the eldest lady wash his neck and wait, he will know how stupid his actions are. ”

"Wind Blade Cutting!"

At the same time as Diffik's words fell, the air around him twisted violently, and white swords appeared, a full eighteen. With a wave of Diffik's hand, all eighteen swords attacked Pengka, who was not far away.

With a loud bang, the knife fell like a meteorite towards Pengka, and the debris on the ground that exploded at once continued to crumble and dust. No one could see exactly what was going on.

When the smoke and dust cleared, I saw Peng Ka fainting to the ground, and the silver armor had been shattered at this moment, revealing the sturdy body inside, but the body was as if it had been slashed by a random knife, and it was full of deep wounds that could be seen to the bone.

From the beginning to the end of the game, it took a total of 3 minutes, it can be said that Diffik really only had one shot, and this blow ended the game, and the strength was completely crushing.

In the war zone, Ron gave Fermon a healing potion, and looked into the iron cage, frowning slightly. "Such a ruthless man, this cold Difik is much more powerful than the hot-tempered Kargal. ”

"Luo, Mr. Ron, you should be careful in this third competition, I always feel that that Liya is not simple. In some of the more public occasions, in order to avoid some unnecessary trouble, Fermont still called Ron Mr.

"You mind your own business, you don't have to worry about my business. Ron patted Fermont on the shoulder, then handed a pale green potion to one of the healers next to him and said, "Use this, it will work better than your half-baked potion." ”

With that, Ron walked towards the passage of the war zone, leaving the healer confused as he used healing magic while cleaning Famon's wounds.