I have to say that although Zhang Cheng has always looked down on fighters in his heart, especially those idiots who don't like to use their brains and just want to solve everything with their fists and muscles.

But Trist and Ntreist are clearly not in this range.

From the beginning to the present, a full five minutes have passed.

The two of them remained in a state of high tension, showing no signs of relaxing, even though they were sweating like rain all over their bodies, the movement of wielding weapons was still not the slightest bit deformed, and each attack was accurate to the point of being only a few centimeters away.

If it were ordinary people, I am afraid that the winner would be able to distinguish the winner in a few seconds, but they still gritted their teeth and insisted, their eyes as sharp as swords.

There is no doubt that they both realized each other's strength and indescribable similarity through fighting, as if they were looking at their other selves through a mirror.

What would a person do if they found someone who looked like him?

It's definitely not about sitting down hand in hand and having a long talk, and then developing into a good friend who talks about everything.

On the contrary, this person will do everything possible to distinguish himself from the other person, or even directly kill the other person, making himself a unique existence.

In particular, Entreili, who is cold and cruel in his heart, is very eager to cut the neck of the dark elves and use blood and death to prove the value of his existence.

"I'll kill you!" he gasped and growled at his close opponent.

"No, you can't kill me!" Trist pushed back, not to be outdone.

Although he felt that his physical strength was close to the limit, and even his white hair was wet with sweat, for the safety of his friends, he was willing to continue to persevere, and even end this duel that was destined for only one person to survive.

Just as Endrili was about to say something, Zhang Cheng, who was not far away, suddenly spoke: "Dear dark elves, I think I need to remind you that your battle has been going on for more than five minutes, and if it doesn't end in a short time, your barbarian and dwarven friends will die." ”

When Trist heard this, his pupils contracted violently, and he hurriedly turned his head and glanced at the arched bridge.

As a result, only the corpse of a gray dwarf guard was seen, and Bruno and the other gray dwarf were unknown.

"Hey, where are you looking?" Ndbriel stabbed his opponent in a dagger, stabbing his left shoulder.

"Whew!" Trist snorted.

Although he reacted quickly and retreated, avoiding the entire shoulder from being pierced, he still suffered a lot of damage, and the blood stained the Mithril chain mail red in the blink of an eye.

Probably in a battle against ordinary people or monsters, such an injury is nothing, even with just one hand, he can solve most enemies.

But when faced with a killer with almost the same strength, skill, and speed as himself, this wound is fatal!

The intense pain would cause him to lose his proud reflexes, and if he couldn't keep up with the rhythm, he would soon have a second, third, or fourth wound until he could no longer defend himself and was pierced by the enemy.

In the same way, Ntrili realized this, licked his lips and sneered, "It's finally over! I have to admit that you are the most skilled warrior I have ever seen in my life." But sadly, the two of us are like a pair of diametrically opposed twins, destined to survive. ”

"It's not fair! He just used words to interfere with the duel!" Seeing that her friend was injured, Katie Brill immediately protested loudly.

"Fair? hahahaha! Silly girl, there is never any fairness in this world, only the weak will beg for fairness, and the strong will use all means to win. What's more, he was distracted in the middle of the battle and couldn't complain about others. The killer let out a sarcastic laugh.

"Don't be complacent! you haven't won yet!" Trist stood, holding back the pain, and posed as he continued to fight.

He was not the fair man who liked to complain, and in fact after learning the first lessons of combat with his own father, he learned a truth, never to believe every word that came out of the mouth of the enemy.

"I love your indomitable will and eyes! it gives me more satisfaction after killing you. Goodbye, dark elves, I'm going to miss you......"

As the last word blurted out, Entbrili burst out with unprecedented speed like an arrow from a string, breaking into his opponent's defensive circle.

Trist, who was injured in his left shoulder, was powerless to resist at all, so he could only retreat step by step, trying to parry and block with his intact hand.

Just as he was about to retreat to the edge of the cliff, the other injured arm suddenly lifted up, made a cross-pressing motion, and immediately threw away the weapon in his hand, and slammed his fist into the killer's jaw.

Bang!

Dark elves may not be known for their strength, but the jaw is one of the most vulnerable parts of a human being, and when hit hard, the brain begins to shake violently, followed by a loss of balance.

I saw that Eun Trili didn't even have a chance to resist, so he fell heavily on the hard rock with the back of his head down, and his hands holding the weapon had to be released, and he raised his forearm to resist the fist that fell like raindrops.

But even so, he only resisted for half a minute, and then was knocked unconscious alive.

I'm afraid he never dreamed that the dark elves would abandon their weapons at a critical moment and choose their fists to end this duel.

However, Trist had no intention of killing Encuili, and after confirming that the other party was unconscious, he immediately stood up and picked up the scimitar, and said to Zhang Cheng with a vigilant face: "Mage, how about we make a deal? You let my friend go, and I let him go." ”

"Hehe, of course, I don't mean to be your enemy, just to satisfy his obsession with you. Zhang Cheng smiled and untied the rope that bound the halfling, and at the same time returned the heart-piercing bow to the girl very generously.

"Thank you!"

Seeing that his captured friend was safe and sound, Trist thanked him vigilantly, and also put away the sharp blade against the killer's neck, and then cautiously began to retreat, and when he crossed the arched bridge, he quickly turned and ran towards the passage below.

Seeing that the group of three people disappeared completely, Zhang Chengcai shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, bent down and gently patted Encuili's face: "Wake up!"

"Bastard! my head hurts! What about the dark elves?" the killer slowly opened his eyes and struggled to get up from the ground.

"He's gone. ”

"Gone? Did I lose?"

"I think so. ”

"But I'm not reconciled!" Eun Trili clenched his fists, his eyes bursting with hatred.

"Don't worry, the game has just begun, and if nothing else, you'll have a lot of chances. You know, Trist is a dark elf, he has a very big advantage in terms of race, and it is impossible for you to defeat him now, so I have prepared a small gift for you. ”

With that, Zhang Cheng took out a small bottle of pale yellow magic potion from his pocket......

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