The courtyard was used as a gladiatorial arena by Leif and Chamuyam.

Discarding the shattered shield and switching between dual wielding, Leif held the bayonet upside down in his left hand and the uncrowned king in his right hand, spinning his wrist and lowering his body's center of gravity.

His posture resembles that of an oriental horse, with his half-bent knees shoulder-width apart, his muscular body leaning forward sharply, his feet staggered in a circle.

His pace gave him the power to pounce at any moment, and his arms were wide open to make it difficult to tell whether he would use a bayonet or a sharpened Viking sword in the next attack.

Chamuyam's posture is similar, half-squatting, moving horizontally, and raising the wheel axe diagonally with both hands, which can both chop and chop.

The two move clockwise, like boats caught in a whirlpool, approaching around the center of a common non-existent circle.

Ten meters, eight meters, six meters......

"Whew!"

Leif suddenly activated, screaming his battle horn and stabbing his sword.

The power of the berserker can stir the heavens and the earth, and the killing intent of Yingye is raging, squeezing the space and shocking the hearts of the enemy.

But Chamuyam was not afraid.

Ignoring the chill that pierced his eye sockets, he stared at him and swung the axe at Leif's head.

Leif has a slightly longer arm span and the length of the Uncrowned King is slightly larger than the wheel axe, so Chamuyam must have been stabbed first in the eyeball, but the axe will definitely be able to split Lef's skull before Leif kills his opponent.

So he twisted himself.

With one foot on the ground, the body twisted, and the stabbing sword swung out horizontally, and with a clatter, the root of the blade against the axe blade.

The forearms of both men exploded at the same time, and there was a moment of stalemate, and Leif stabbed a bayonet into Chamuyam's throat.

Chamuyam let go of a hand and pinched Lef's wrist, raising it little by little? Pull it apart little by little.

The faces of the two of them turned red? In the midst of no fancy wrestling, it was the Aztec obsidian-bladed warrior who was superior.

Chamuyam laughed wildly? Laughing and laughing? Leif kicked his leg suddenly, kicking him in the lower abdomen.

Laughter abruptly stopped? Chamuyam staggered back a few steps. Leff, who broke free from the shackles, approached, and the uncrowned king hung down and flirted? Thunderbolt? Swift as electricity.

Clang!

Chamuyam frantically blocked the attack with his axe and landed a backhand in Leif's shoulder, knocking him back and interrupting his next combo.

The offense and defense of both sides reversed again.

Leif was knocked backwards by a punch? Chamuyam raised his axe and jumped up? High, like thunder, when the air is split.

The blade was close overhead, but Leif hadn't been able to stabilize his figure.

The lower plate was unstable and his left shoulder was in sharp pain, and Leif gritted his teeth and rolled over. Chamuyam splits the air with an axe? A powerful attack smashed into the ground, and there was a bang? Like a hammer, it smashes a huge hole in the soft grass.

The two re-separated the distance of more than ten meters and returned to the very beginning? The rhythm of the beginning.

No one spoke.

Warriors disdain words, and blades and killing intent are the best words between them.

The eyes are facing each other.

Leif and Chamuyam saw the prudence in their opponents' eyes at the same time? And they all made caution fearful.

"I'll slit your throat!" / "I'll split your head!" ”

The two said in unison? And then at the same time to rage? Pounce, assault.

"Whew!"

……

Blackbeard pounced, his muscular body squeezing most of the aisle, his arms rounded, and the jagged black blade slashed down. 、

His attacks don't have many remarkable advantages, they are probably fast enough, accurate enough, and powerful enough, compared to the layman, he only wins skillfully and decisively.

But Lorraine was unavoidable.

The villa's aisles are narrow, flanked by rooms of unknown use, and the limited width cannot withstand flexible maneuvering or subtle martial arts.

This kind of slash may not be Blackbeard's true level, and in such an environment, even Lorraine can't make much change when attacking.

Probably only Henna is suitable for this kind of battlefield......

Lorraine thought wildly, and raised his thin sword to block it.

With a sound, Lorraine's face changed suddenly.

What he had in his hand was not the usual solid twin blades, nor the umbrella sword that the store manager Martinny had carefully built for him, but a thin, ornately decorated sword.

The shape of the thin sword is more masculine than the swift sword, and it is more inclined to actual combat than the swift sword, but in the final analysis, it is still a noble honor sword.

Its material and shape may be suitable for those aristocratic duels that block the honor of the family, but it is definitely not suitable for the battlefield of real swords and guns, let alone for facing monsters like Blackbeard, whose strength and speed are far superior to ordinary people in such an extremely unfavorable battlefield.

It screams in the collision!

Blackbeard's face flashed with joy, and before the black blade was swinged, he immediately pressed it with his arm, and stabbed it again.

His knife was fast and steady, and with the weight of the weapon and the small space, every blow made Lorraine have to resist and collide.

He was like a skilled blacksmith, and unfortunately, today Lorraine is playing the anvil.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Blackbeard slashed down with his knife, and Lorraine swung his sword to block it again and again. Blackbeard's knife was fast and steady, striking iron with all his might.

The force transmitted to Lorraine's palm is deflecting.

After only seven or eight full and full collisions, the force of the sword changed, perhaps the tail of the blade hidden in the grip began to twist, or perhaps the grip in Lorraine's hand began to shatter, no matter what the reason, this beautiful sword was not far from breaking.

Seeing that the conditions were ripe, Blackbeard smiled and took a half-step back, changing the split to flirtatious.

The hideous toothed blade slanted down the aisle from bottom to top, and Lorraine gritted his teeth and flipped the long sword to meet the attack, and as soon as the gold and iron were crossed, the long sword clicked.

The sword broke off......

The slender blade snapped at the calyx, and the long blade flew out. The black blade tore at Lorraine's chest with an incomparable gale, and at the moment of crisis, Lorraine struck Blackbeard's thick blade with the remaining gauntlet, and at the moment when the slash trajectory was raised, the whole person fell to the wind and fell to the ground with jagged teeth.

Boom!

Undefenceless, he fell unprotected on the blood-soaked carpet, and hurried over to the pain in his back, dodging Blackbeard's follow-up knife.

The knife almost wanted to smash Lorraine.

The mending knife missed, and the fangs on the blade were deeply embedded in the hollow of the carpet, and Lorraine felt the entire floor tremble, and Blackbeard omitted even the action of drawing the knife, and straighted into the chopping position, and slashed at Lorraine, who rolled to the side.

There is no time to think at all!

Lorraine continued to roll over, freeing up her right hand and throwing a fist.

The grip that still hung in the palm of his hand was used as a weapon similar to that of a copper-knuckled tiger, and it slammed into the blade of the cold light.

Iron and gold strike!

The strength of the warrior is inseparable from the foundation of the lower plate, and Lorraine, who is lying on the ground, has no foundation at all. His counterattack could only barely avoid being cut off by the waist, and the huge force that fed back shook his whole body into the air, smashed the door with a bang, and fell into the spacious room.

He slammed into the ground, spewing blood mist. Before the blood mist cleared, he had already gotten up, and leaned against the wall in three or two steps, not allowing his body to be exposed outside the window.

Blackbeard walked in with a knife on his shoulder, and when he saw Lorraine's vigilance, he couldn't help but show admiration.

"It seems that no matter how fierce the battle is, it can't make you forget the Grim Reaper outside the house."

"It's not surprising, Your Highness, because there is only one life." Lorraine wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and glanced out the window at the shadows of the bell tower in the night, "You have an impressive hunter. The 350-meter bullet was not missing, and this feather would probably make some pretentious little thing depressed for a long time. ”

"Pretentious little things?"

Blackbeard repeated it suspiciously, and when he saw that Lorraine didn't mean to explain, he graciously let go of the topic.

He slammed his knife to the ground, turning the blade towards Lorraine.

"You have tremendous power." He praised the tone of the review, "The strength is huge, and the skill is extraordinary." But with Nacien out there, you're still going to die today. ”

"Really?" Lorraine threw away her broken gauntlet, pinched her shoulder, and moved her numb arm, "The good news is that Kentucky can't shoot through brick walls, so I should still have a chance to resist." ”

"Resisting empty-handed?"

"It's better than sitting still, isn't it?"

"That's true." Blackbeard nodded in agreement, nodded, and put the black blade back on his shoulder, "Since you have no intention of surrendering...... Just die! ”