Seeing the blood keep sliding down, Dylan was slightly stunned, and immediately tore off a piece of fine rune cloth from the top of his robe, wrapped the wound casually, and did not let the blood continue to drip down, and then the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "It's a little interesting!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared in place.

Donald and Stephen, who were originally frolic, both stood up straight at this time.

And the three of David also stopped talking, and the three of them held their breath and began to focus on the situation in the fighting arena.

Even Genu put the sledgehammer beside him, his hands crossed over his chest, although he still stood staggered, but the serious eyes and the wrinkled eyebrows showed that he was not in a relaxed mood at the moment.

"Stephen, is the boss serious?" Donald nudged Stephen's shoulder.

Stephen waved his hand at him: "Don't talk, I'm a little nervous." ”

David's face was as calm as water: "Dylan is going to get serious, we always see him take every demon seriously, but now in the face of real people, I don't know how he will behave." ”

The other onlookers also quieted down very consciously at this time. For a moment, the entire martial arts arena fell into a very eerie silence, only the sound of the cold wind blowing and the sound of the mages' robes dancing.

McGee's eyes were solemn as she swept around, trying to find Dylan's location as best she could.

There was still Dylan's blood on the twin knives, and it was flowing down the knife groove at this time, and a drop fell to the ground.

Dylan estimated that his "leapfrogging" magic only had five minutes, and if he couldn't end the battle within those five minutes, he would have basically lost.

After all, the opponent is a strong ninth-level warrior, and he is more than ten years older than Dylan, so he definitely has far more combat experience than Dylan.

However, Dylan never used summoning magic, and Dylan always felt that it was too unkind to do so.

Dylan quietly approached McGee, then stood still, looking him up and down, looking for his breakthrough.

Soon he noticed that McGee was always tilting slightly to the left when he was standing, which meant that his right foot or right leg should have some problems, and he didn't dare to let his center fall on his right leg.

Guessing this, Dylan didn't hesitate anymore.

"Shadow Storm!" Dylan said silently in his heart, and then saw a black vortex of energy appear in front of McGee's body, rushing in front of McGee at an extremely fast speed.

At the same time, Dylan's appearance was also obscured by the black vortex, making McGee unable to lock on to the target at the first time.

"Hmph, carving insect skills!" McGee swept with a sword, completely shattering the shadow magic that was not of a high level in an instant, and then saw that Dylan was chanting a magic spell in his mouth, and he had rushed in front of McGee.

McKi took a small step back, but with such a small step, he immediately sensed that something was wrong, and his right foot was suddenly entangled in a thick shadow vine.

In his panic, he wanted to break free immediately, but his right foot was violently forced, and his muscles were pulled by the shadow vine in an extremely tense state, and he suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from his right calf, which made him gasp.

Before McGee could come to his senses, Dylan was already in front of him.

"Surrounded by blades!"

The two Shadow Daggers sliced through McGee's armor in one fell swoop, leaving two wounds on his arms, almost exactly the same position as Dylan.

"It's called a tooth for a tooth!" Dylan said as a "flash" quickly retreated more than twenty meters away. He didn't dare to stay by the side of an already ninth-level warrior for too long.

McGee looked at the wound on his hand, then looked at Dylan with an angry face.

"Alright, we're settled, and then I'm not going to be polite!" Dylan couldn't finish speaking, his body had disappeared in place, and he changed his position as he kept chanting spells and launching intensive attacks on McGee.

"Curse!"

McGee only felt that his body was much weaker all of a sudden, although his strength was not greatly affected in essence, but the fighting spirit in his heart was much lower in an instant.

He immediately picked up the double knife, and came to Dylan in a blast step, and without saying a word, he directly slashed it on the head.

Dylan wasn't panicked at all, and a flashing shadow dodged the twin blades.

McGee had just landed on both feet and once again used his explosive step to quickly approach Dylan.

"Dementors!"

Seeing that McGee was almost close to Dylan's face, Dylan's eyes closed, and then quickly opened his eyes, but their eyes had turned a snow-white color, without the slightest black.

Dylan's eyes were fixed on McGee's eyes, McGee clearly felt a wave of dizziness, and under the effect of the severe pain, his right hand loosened, and one of the short knives fell to the ground.

It was a pain from the depths of the soul, not a physical pain, a pain that could no longer be described in words, let alone borne by willpower.

Because the fighters need to be awake enough to be able to make the most of their willpower. However, at this time, McGee's soul was suffering from the erosion of shadow energy, which made him completely unable to stay awake, and the effect of willpower was greatly reduced.

Fortunately, the magic effect of the "dementor" did not last long, and it only lasted for seven or eight seconds, but even so, McGee still felt that the pain was too terrifying.

McGee had just regained consciousness and was about to pick up another short knife and slash at Dylan's waist.

Dylan whispered again: "Shadow Sword Rain!"

I saw that above Dylan's shoulder, six or seven shadow daggers appeared, and between the lightning and flint, they stabbed McGee, who was close at hand.

McGee had seen his short knife about to slash into Dylan's waist, but he suddenly felt countless sharp cones piercing his limbs, and his muscles ached.

"Boom!"

With Dylan's roar, McGee's limbs suddenly spurted scarlet blood, staining McGee's light-colored armor red.

But even so, McGee still didn't give up, and he didn't let go of his left hand, the short knife still slashed Dylan's abdomen, although the strength was completely insufficient, but it still cut a cut of five or six centimeters.

McGee roared angrily and instantly entered a state of rage.

Dylan didn't dare to hold it up and retreated again and again, but McGee stared at Dylan's eyes with a hideous face as if he was crazy.

"Give me death!" McGee's short knife turned into a streamer of light and shot at Dylan's eyebrows.

At this point, the distance between the two is very close. Once he was stabbed by that short knife, Dylan would definitely die on the spot! It was a ninth-level warrior, and the power of a fatal blow in a berserk state should not be underestimated.

"Stop!" a berserker entered the arena in the blink of an eye, it was clear that the situation had developed to the point where they needed to intervene!