As the morning star rose over the eastern horizon, dawn had just dawned, and a thin veil, misty morning mist enveloped the entire canyon.

A rushing stream crosses the canyon floor, the sound of the water and the rushing waves. The creek beach is densely covered with ferns and strange rocks, and the cliffs on both sides of the creek are steep and strange. Between the clouds and mist, the beautiful scenery in the valley is half-covered and half-hidden, like a freehand splash of ink painting.

The fog covering the canyon suddenly rolled, and a figure fell from above the canyon like a bird, and with the help of the craggy rocks protruding from the rock walls on both sides of the canyon, the figure landed steadily on the bank of the valley bottom stream.

As soon as the figure landed, he immediately knelt down on one knee beside the stream, stretched out his hand and bowed a handful of clear water, tilted his head, and poured it into his mouth. The crisp and sweet taste instantly dispelled the exhaustion all over his body and made his spirit a little brighter.

A catfish, wandering on the bank of the stream, was frightened and jumped out of the water. The figure was quick, and with a sweep of his right hand, he grabbed the catfish into his hand. He then sat down on a rock by the stream, brought the live catfish to his mouth, and devoured it. When the four-pound catfish entered its belly, the figure burped contentedly.

After drinking the stream water and eating the catfish, the figure was hungry and thirsty. He then let out a wolf's howl. The whistling sound was like thunder, deafening, resounding through the canyon, echoing for a long time, and the aftermath was long and far above the canyon. Several springboks grazing on the edge of the canyon were frightened, and immediately jumped up and ran away.

Not far from the canyon, in a monster's lair made of rubble, Senna was sitting on the ground, occasionally using his fingertips to pop wisps of magical flames, roasting the two huge meat wings in front of him. Behind him, the owner of this demonic beast's lair, a fourth-level thunder-scaled wind snake, lay on the ground. The wings of the two ribs of the wind snake were cut off by Qi Gen, and the blood gushing out of the fracture was still steaming, and it was obvious that he had only died for a short time.

Senna at this moment, compared to a few days ago, is already a lot more embarrassed. Although he was in good spirits, there was a tiredness in his eyes, and under his tattered robe, there were many scabs from the wounds that had been magically healed. Of course, these wounds were not inflicted by the fourth-level Thunderscale Wind Snake behind him.

When the hungry black elf finally finished grilling the delicious wind snake wings and prepared to feast on them, the wolf howl from the bottom of the canyon reached his ears. The black elf tilted his head, squinted his eyes slightly, looked in the direction where the wolf howl came from, and muttered, "Are you demonstrating to me to show that you can fight again?"

Three days had passed since the night when Senna had fled after the blade had attacked the mercenary camp and pursued him alone. In the past three days, day and night, Senna and Blade have fought more than ten battles, but except for a few wounds left on each other's bodies, the two have not been able to distinguish the winner from beginning to end. However, Senna did not find nothing, at least he knew the name of his opponent. It was after the two of them had fought several times in a row, and when Senna couldn't help but ask again, Blade finally told Senna his name. Of course, what Blade told Senna was the pseudonym he was using now.

"Broken Claw, Iron Mane...... Senna whispered the werewolf's name as she ate the wings of the roasted wind snake and fell into thought. Senna was not unfamiliar with the surname 'Iron Mane'. Because one of the four major overseers of the Beamon Empire today, and the wolf leader overseer who is also the orc in charge of the military affairs of the northern frontier this time, is this surname. Senna was able to determine that the werewolf, Shatterclaw Ironmane, was from the same clan as the Orc Wolf Overseer.

"Come on, Broken Claw, since you've challenged me again, I'm coming!" Senna tossed the leftover wind serpent's wings and bones in his hand, and stood up to his feet, following the sound.

The sun dispelled the morning mist, and the majestic beauty of the canyon was revealed.

Blade still sat on the rocks by the stream, looking up at the canyon above, waiting for Senna's arrival. At this time, the blade was pure on the upper body, and the soft mane was full of filthy blood. The armor he was wearing had been badly damaged during the battle, and he had long since taken it off and discarded it. And the magic bow that originally belonged to Senna was also thrown away after he shot all the magic arrows. At this moment, there was nothing else on him except the war knife that Dayan had given him, and in the dirt that he was sticking under his feet.

On that night three days ago, Blade went to the mercenary camp alone, and after shooting several mercenaries, he retreated with the idea that the enemy would advance and retreat, and the enemy would be stationed and disturb us, and he did not want to turn the battle into a separate duel with Senna. But what he didn't expect was that Senna chased after him like crazy, with a posture that wanted to kill him. The ferocity in the heart of the blade was also stimulated, and it became bent on killing Senna. Eventually, his assault on the mercenaries turned into a chase between him and Senna.

"Senna, I want to see who can stand to the end, you or me!" Blade raised his arm and licked* the wound with his tongue, his heart vicious.

At this time, the blade silently sensed it with his heart, and as expected, he still failed to sense the trace of the Demon Spotted Hyena King who had signed a 'master-servant contract' with him. Canine monsters have always been good at tracking, and three days have passed, and if Hell Roar had been looking for him, it would have been long overdue to find him and join him. Once with the help of the seventh-level demonic beast of Hellroar, the stalemate in the battle between him and Senna will be broken immediately, and he will have the upper hand. But Hell's Roar is still nowhere to be seen, and it is very likely that he has left his master behind.

"Damn stupid dog! let Lao Tzu meet you in the future, I will definitely make you skin cramps!" Blade scolded in a low voice. He knew very well that the demonic beast he had subdued was not reliable, although it was bound by the 'master-servant contract', but once it was found an opportunity, it could betray it at any time. But when the betrayal happened, he was inevitably depressed.

A cry sounded, and a black falcon streaked across the sky, fell straight into the canyon, and in front of the werewolf boy, it turned into a black elf boy.

Seeing that Senna was indeed attracted by his whistling, the blade stood up, lightly hooked the blade of the war knife under his feet with his toes, picked the war knife into his hand, pulled two knife flowers, and said neatly: "Senna, I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Broken Claw, it seems that after these few hours of rest, you are recovering well!" Senna also smiled.

The two talked casually, and if someone who didn't know the inside story saw it, they thought that the two were friends who had known each other for many years.

The sharp blade suddenly asked, "Senna, you and I have fought each other a lot in the past three days, and we know each other well." I've always had a question in my mind, I wonder if you can solve my puzzle for me?"

Blade's words were obviously a bit surprising to Senna, and he said curiously: "Tell me about it!"

The sharp blade stared at Senna and said slowly: "You have a dual cultivation of magic and martial arts, although your magic power level has reached level eight, but in terms of strength, you can only fight against a seventh-level warrior at most. It is said that a few months ago, even your magic power was only at the level of level seven. Although your skills are not bad, you are not able to defeat a great swordsman by two levels in a row, right? I would like to know how you defeated the captain of Rosen United?"

Senna pondered for a moment, then replied truthfully, "I stoned him to death with a gold coin!"

The blade was stunned, and then his face fell.

Senna smiled slightly, and said, "Don't be angry, I don't mean to tease you in the slightest! Because in the battle with Rosen, I used up all the magic scrolls on my body, and there are almost a dozen of them! Those magic scrolls are worth at least 200,000 gold coins! Of course, after paying such a high price, I only narrowly won." ”

When Blade heard this, his face changed slightly, and he couldn't help but say, "You actually have so many magic scrolls on you, why have I never seen you use them when I was fighting you?"

"As for you, although your strength can't be judged at the level of an ordinary seventh-level warrior, but after all, seventh-level is seventh, and it doesn't surpass me, do I need to fight with the help of magic scrolls? However, the main reason for this is because that battle used up all my magic scrolls, and I don't have any inventory on me until now!Otherwise, this battle would have been over a long time ago!" Senna scoffed at first, and finally said honestly.

"Oh, I see, I see!" Blade smiled as he returned to his usual expression.

Seeing the relieved look of the sharp blade, Senna's eyelids jumped, and a faint sense of ominousness rose in his heart!

"It turns out that your hole cards are a large number of magic scrolls, and it is the captain of the Rosen United who is defeated by them! They all say that to be a good magician, learning to earn money is essential, and it seems that this is indeed a wise saying...... "Hehe, you druids are half-magicians, and the same applies to that!" the smile on Blade's face grew cold. A strong murderous aura began to permeate his body.

"However, it seems that your ability to make money is like that, it has been a few months since that battle, and you are still a poor egg, since you don't have any hole cards in your hand, then I don't have to hide them anymore. The blade gently stroked the war knife in his hand, and as soon as he finished speaking, his hands suddenly exerted force, breaking the war knife in his hand.

Senna had thought that the blade was about to burst into trouble, and he was ready to deal with it. As a result, he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw him break his weapon.

"Broken Claw, you're not going crazy, are you?" Senna came back to her senses, not forgetting to damage her opponent.

"As you wish, I'm going to go crazy in the next battle. Blade's meaningful answer made Senna's sense of foreboding a little stronger.

"In the battle below, for me, the weapon is no longer of much use. Blade threw away the broken knife and slowly raised his hands. His head was full of hair, and it began to be windless automatically.

"Half an hour should be enough!" Blade muttered to himself.

"Whew!" Blade suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a howl. A tyrannical aura emanated from him.

When his head was raised and lowered, his blue-gray eyes had turned into a deep blood. The fingertips of his two hands and ten fingers held in front of his chest, the one-inch-long finger claws swelled to three inches long. And on the claws of the cold light, there was still a light of cyan fighting energy.

"Berserker!You're a born berserker!" Senna let out an exclamation of surprise as he witnessed the change in the blade, and his face changed drastically.