After a moment of calm, the orcs erupted in a roar like a tsunami. Although they didn't understand the Imperial lingua franca of the Sword of Benevolence, there were many times emotional communication was better than words, and the extremely arrogant voice and gesture of the human made it clear to them that they were provocative.

However, anger is anger, and they did not directly rush up, the dueling arena is a sacred place second only to the ancestral spirit altar in the hearts of the orcs, and the battle here can only be a glorious duel.

"Are you trying to put that arcanist's share on yourself?"

The sound of the end of the war was still clearly audible in the roar of the orcs, he carefully looked at the sword of benevolence, his eyes were curious and wary, and then he turned his head as if to think for a moment, as if he was communicating with others by means that could not be detected, and smiled and said: "Of course it is possible, but we will not use a hundred people to oppress you, we respect the brave warriors and glorious duels." So if you defeat your opponent and the mage's intended opponent, I will recognize your victory. ”

"It doesn't matter if it's a hundred or two, let's do it all together. The sword of benevolence waved his hand nonchalantly, but in fact, he also felt a slight regret in his heart. If there are more than 90 ordinary orc warriors coming up to get in the way, it will definitely be much easier to deal with than dealing with the Thunderbird or the orc chief alone.

"Well, as you wish, they're all here. Our Skull's Sword Saint, Thunderstone, Berserk Blade, and Phil, the Son of the Wind you know. For the rest, please show your bravery and convince our warriors. ”

He said a few words in orc language to the orcs behind them, causing them to burst into a roar again, and the battle was over and he walked off the dueling arena, followed by a burly orc who was much taller and stronger than him, and didn't look like a creature of the same kind. The burly orc also held a long pure gold knife that had been removed from the golem's body, the same orc who had fought the Sword of Benevolence on the altar before. And the elemental thunderbird, which was even more huge than this orc, was also suspended in mid-air, and a pair of eyes that kept radiating lightning outwards stared at the sword of benevolence.

"Roar!" As soon as he jumped into the arena, the Blade of Fury immediately took the lead and announced the beginning of the battle. He almost couldn't wait to swing the pure gold blade in his hand, and a fighting qi blade broke through the air, plowing tens of meters deep marks on the ground of the arena with a piercing scream, and slashing towards the sword of benevolence along with the splashing sand and gravel wind. The eyes of the orc sword master were blood-red at this moment, and the muscles and flesh on his face were distorted, and the short fight on the altar before obviously made him hold back his anger.

"Big and unscrupulous! Dare to compare this kind of trick with a righteous warrior? Let your eyes be opened!"

The Sword of Benevolence sneered loudly, and as soon as his body let go, he gently dodged this Douqi slash, this kind of Douqi attack that was as fast as a crossbow arrow might be very threatening to the Arcanist, because it was easy to penetrate the Arcane Protection itself and was extremely powerful, but in the eyes of a martial arts master like him, it was just a stupid rammer. He flashed and then stood still with his feet, his fists swinging out an afterimage, and hundreds of human heads visible to the naked eye swirled towards the furious blade like a storm.

"Oh, this is the skill derived from the 'Minor Missile Storm', which seems to be called Pegasus Meteor Punch......"

Adler, who was on the sidelines, was so engrossed in watching that his eyes were reluctant to blink. He doesn't have any combat power now, but if he loses, he will be the worst in the end, but it can be said that his fate is all tied to the sword of benevolence on the field now, and now it looks like this strange arcane that has made him suffer a lot, I really wish that the power could be a little greater: "He used two secondary force field missiles in a row this time... It also attaches elemental power and health energy to the force field missile. How did he do it? It's a very creative idea, and I almost lost to this skill in the first place, but it might not work so well against this orc Juggernaut..."

As he spoke, all sorts of rainstorm-like force field missiles drowned the Raging Blade. Compared to when it was in the Grand Theater, the power of this mutated arcane seems to be a little greater now, and it is obvious that the Sword of Benevolence has been improved.

The number of those force field missiles has almost doubled, and there are many missiles that are obviously carrying fire and wind elements, emitting fire and thunder, and many of the flight trajectories are in a strange arc, although the orc sword master's dodge is also very fast, but it is still hit by dozens of force field missiles.

The rain hit the plantain like a dense and muffled sound, and the missiles that hit the orc swordmaster burst out bursts of fire and lightning, and when they hit the ground, they exploded bursts of gravel and dust, and for a time the flying sand and stones were full of dust. However, after a second or two, the sturdy figure of the Berserk Blade rushed out of the dust, and there were some slight abrasions and burns on his completely naked upper body, not even flesh wounds, and sure enough, this level of attack could only be painful in the face of the fighting spirit protection and strong body of the orc sword master, and it was in vain.

But the Berserk Blade didn't feel complacent at all, the stinging pain on his body and the protective action that he had to cover his face just now made the anger that was already holding back in his heart even stronger, and that arcanist dared to use such a small trick against him. And at this moment, as soon as he broke through the cover of dust and sand, he saw that the Sword of Benevolence was breaking through the air and rushing towards the elemental thunderbird in mid-air.

It turns out that this wide-area arcane is just a small trick to stop him from delaying, as he must defeat the Son of the Wind in the fastest time. Raging Blade's vast combat experience immediately understood the human's intentions. I have to say that this is indeed the only chance for that human to win, and it is also an experienced fellow, who knows that there is absolutely no chance of winning in the face of the combined attack of the two of them at the same time.

It's a pity that he doesn't know that the little trick just now is far from enough to hinder him. The wide mouth of the berserk blade grinned a hideous grin, squatted slightly, and his legs as thick as stone pillars kicked out, and the stone floor cracked apart with a muffled sound, and his whole person rushed towards the sword of benevolence in mid-air with the light of his fighting spirit.

The air in front of him was squeezed into a piercing roar, and his leap was really no less fast than a crossbow arrow, and coupled with the huge weight of his entire body, the impact alone was definitely more than the stone projectile thrown by a siege trebuchet, and a mammoth could be killed by a hard hit with his body. The physical fitness of the orc sword master is firmly occupying the top layer of the continent's life forms, and those scanned detection arcane directly regard the average life energy of the orc sword master as the highest energy level, the tenth level, second only to the elderly dragon.

And the most lethal thing is, of course, not the body, but the weapon in their hands. Through years of wearing, use, prayer, and constant blood sacrifices, their weapons become like their own extended limbs, able to carry their fighting spirit and strength intact, increasing their destructive power tenfold and hundredfold.

The pure gold long sword in the hand of the Furious Blade erupted into a phantom condensed by the fighting qi, like a silent thunderbolt, and slashed towards the sword of benevolence more than ten meters away in the blink of an eye, and the surrounding air was shattered and rejected by the fighting qi before it had time to give birth to a shock. The human on the altar before actually blocked his own sword with his hand, it must be some kind of weird and powerful spell, but the Berserk Blade believes that no matter what arcane art it is, it will never be able to block his current full sword, even if it is the war golems used by the Southern Legion to charge head-on, his sword can cut seven or eight like a carrot.

"No!

A voice suddenly sounded in his ears, causing the Berserk Blade to be slightly stunned. To be able to get the word out of his ears over the agitated fighting spirit as he ran and jumped with all his might, which was normally something only chiefs and chief priests could do. The voice, though somewhat familiar, was clearly not that of the chief or priest. This subtle distraction didn't stop him from striking with all his might, and the sword qi flashed, and the figure of the Sword of Benevolence in the flutter was silently split in two, and then turned into nothingness.

The Berserk Blade didn't even notice that what he had slashed was just an illusion. The orc's small mind didn't give him time to think so much, and the moment he slashed that figure, a huge sense of crisis from below had already attracted all his attention and spirit.

There seemed to be nothing below, but the well-honed instincts of the orc swordmaster told him that there was an extreme danger that could destroy him completely.

But the sword with all his strength had already been cut out, even if he immediately used twelve points of strength to retract the sword that had been split, but the strength and fighting spirit of the whole body had dropped to the lowest point at this time, whether it was counterattacking or blocking, it was already the end of the crossbow. He could only watch as a fist appeared below him, rushing towards him with the threat of crushing him to dust and crushing him into dust.

Of course, the fist could not exist alone, but at this moment, in the eyes of the Berserk Blade, there was only one fist there, and there was only this one fist in the whole world, and he instinctively felt that the fist contained an extremely terrifying power, which was not inferior to his full strength, and even he could vaguely feel that there was something deeper and more powerful hidden in it than he could reach. But he didn't have the slightest mind to think, emotion, or fear now, he had already pulled out all the strength, spirit, and even soul that he could use, and condensed it into the weapon in his hand to resist this one fist.

The Thunderbird in the sky did not sit idly by, and the half-orc Phil who stayed in it had already seen everything clearly with the elemental perception of the elemental Thunderbird's beyond vision, and at the same time as he reminded the Berserk Blade, several thick thunderbolts and wind elements also appeared in the air and struck at the fist from the side.

But it didn't work, the wind elemental was shattered by the surrounding aftermath as it approached the fist, and the lightning struck it as futilely as the waves crashing against the rocks. That fist still struck the target with the momentum of shattering heaven and earth.

It was as if a huge air bomb had erupted in the sky, and a loud bang swept through the arena, blowing away all the dust on the ground, and even some orcs who were not standing firm enough were swept to the ground by the concussive air current. The Fury Blade, which was in the middle of the explosion, flew like a stone thrown by a trebuchet at a breakneck speed.

With a choking thud, a giant blade of pure gold fell straight to the ground and plunged deep into the stone slab. It was the Adamantite Sword of the Berserk Blade, but it was different from the straight and cold appearance before, and now it was bent into a somewhat comical arc, and the mark of a fist could be clearly seen in the middle of the arc.

The sword of benevolence also fell to the ground, and he looked up at the two high-flying opponents. At the same time as flying the Berserk Blade, the Elemental Thunderbird also flew high for the first time, and at this moment, it also turned into two faintly visible dots in the line of sight along with the Orc Sword Master.

"It's... It's so exciting! It's amazing!" Adler could only look at it on the sidelines with a smile on his face, so surprised and delighted that he almost couldn't help jumping up and clapping. "It seems that he has learned from the experience of fighting me before, and although this five-ring simulacrum illusion cannot be compared to the arcane magic of law, he has managed to hide from this orc. This is the typical assassination type of arcane warrior's tactics, using spells to conceal their tactical intentions, and then seizing the opportunity to win with one blow!"

In contrast, the orcs on the other side of the arena were quiet, occasionally amazed and noisy, but there was no longer the roar and roar of the previous one. The Berserk Blade was already recognized as the number one warrior in their clan, having proven it in countless battles against other clans and the Southern Legion, but being defeated by this man made even the Children of the Wind seem to be frightened, and they flew far away to dodge. No matter how wild and angry they are, they are also at a loss for a while.

But the sword of benevolence standing in the center of the arena did not have the slightest relaxation on his face, and looked up at the two small black dots that were knocked out by himself in the air, and the horizontal flesh on his face was solemn. A breeze blew, and some of his charred black clothes gradually turned into powder shards and went away with the wind, and when he struck that punch just now, the lightning swarming around him still hit him.

"He's already lost. Feng Yinqiu, who had been gloomy and silent, suddenly whispered. "That electric shock got in his way, and he had to divide his strength to defend it, so that punch wasn't perfect, and it didn't kill the orc. ”

"What?" said Adler, who was standing next to him, stunned. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, as if he had activated some of the props on his body, and a scouting arcane circle faintly flashed on his face, and then looked into the sky. "But this is still an advantage, it should be able to win, right? The orc Sword Saint's vital signs have decreased significantly, and now it shows that he only has a seven-to-eight-level vitality, which should be a not light injury. And the vital signs of the Sword of Benevolence are still nine. I also know that this way of judging is very rough and does not really reflect combat effectiveness, but at least I can see part of the situation......"

"If he didn't kill the orc with that blow, he had little hope of victory. Feng Yinqiu said lightly. The situation on the scene, the idea of the Sword of Benevolence, of course, was clear in his eyes. "This orc alone is no match for him, but with the elemental thunderbird we brought back, it's different. His best chance of victory was to defeat the orc at the beginning, before he knew him. But now that the orc is only injured, not a serious injury that has completely lost his combat effectiveness, then he will no longer be able to deal with the next attack with that elemental thunderbird. ”

This is the real life-and-death struggle, if you can't live with one blow, you are stepping into the place of death.

“... There should still be a chance of winning. Adler, however, felt that this was not necessarily the case. "Didn't we defeat that elemental thunderbird once in the Fragment Realm? It was also the Sword of Benevolence at that time, so it wasn't very difficult. Even if you add that orc Juggernaut now, you should have a pretty good chance of winning......"

"Because we defeated that elemental thunderbird before, we don't have a chance now. Feng Yinqiu sighed. "It's the orc high-ranking priest who occupies the body of the Thunderbird now. It was not an instinctive beast, he knew his own merits and the power of the sword of benevolence. ”

“...... No, I think we should have faith in His Excellency the Sword of Charity. Adler's cheeks twitched, but he still firmly expressed his trust in his comrades, probably because it was the only thing he could hope for at the moment. "The strongest attack I've ever seen, the ability to crush my eight-ring arcane arts, is an incredible magical skill. He's also used that arcane technique that interfered with the Sun Flame, and he also defeated the Elemental Thunderbird, and he's sure to be able to use that skill to defeat these two orcs!"

Feng Yinqiu didn't say anything more to hit the arcanist who needed mental support, he knew that the Sword of Benevolence probably wouldn't have a chance to deliver such a punch.

He hadn't seen the punch that crushed Adler's Archmage Eight Rings Arcane with his own eyes, but he also knew that such a blow that condensed the essence of a lifetime of martial arts, soul will, and sublimated himself was definitely not something that could be sent casually. The previous Sword of Benevolence disturbed the fist intent of the Yang Yanbang in the fragment realm, together with the punch that killed the original elemental thunderbird, it should only be a weakened and simplified attack, if it was only that level of fist intent, the impact on the will of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi Spirit was of course extremely extraordinary, but the pure destructive power was slightly insufficient, so when he attacked the orc sword saint just now, he did not use this move, but the most powerful 'Tianhe Reverse Roll Shattered Qiankun'.

Now there is time to slowly build momentum, but no amount of strong punches can defeat the enemy who is almost out of sight. And when those two opponents fall again, they will definitely not give him a chance again, and the orc cleric who stayed in the elemental thunderbird retreated at the first time, not simply because he was afraid of the Sword of Benevolence, but also because he knew very well what kind of attack was the most effective.

The two small dots in the sky were slowly getting bigger again, and the two opponents were falling, accompanied by the faint sound of thunder. The Sword of Benevolence, who was standing in the center of the field, seemed to understand that the next initiative was no longer on him, and he didn't take any action, just looked up with a solemn face.

The thunder in the air grew louder and louder, and the orcs outside the arena began to roar again, and they seemed to sense the powerful attack that their two warriors were about to send from above.

Boom, after several huge thunderbolts, more than a dozen rolling ball lightning bolts converged at a hundred meters above the sky, and these ball lightning bolts did not fall, but just flowed back and forth at an altitude of 100 meters.

At this time, one of the two small dots suddenly began to grow larger, apparently accelerating and falling downward, and at the same time, the thunder and lightning in the air began to sound non-stop, but in a few seconds, there were dozens of floating ball lightning.

The falling figure was faintly visible, but it was the furious blade of the orc sword saint that had been knocked out before. His right hand, which was originally holding the sword, had shown an unnatural bend, and there were still large blood stains on the side of the bloody mouth, apparently from the wounds he had suffered while resisting that punch. Now he was just like this, with his stump arm, like an extraterrestrial meteorite, he slammed straight into the sword of benevolence below, and the trajectory of his flight was not a straight line, as if there was an invisible force constantly correcting the direction of his fall.

The Sword of Benevolence didn't have the slightest carelessness, and he threw a fist to meet the opponent who was falling in the middle. But at the same time as he made a move, the dozens of condensed ball lightning bolts in mid-air seemed to be stimulated, and the balloons that were slowly fluttering around suddenly turned into meteors, and the torrential rain shot towards him.

Of course, the Sword of Benevolence has been attached to the arcane power that protects against elemental damage, but even the resistance elements of the six rings cannot stop such a dense and violent ball lightning, and the accumulated elemental power released by these clerics is not at all comparable to the ordinary five or six rings of arcane. Fortunately, his true strength was not arcane, and several punches were thrown out in succession, and those ball lightning bolts shattered one after another wherever the fist gang went, and the electric light that exploded into pieces dissipated into the air.

But before the electric light dissipated, the figure of the Berserk Blade had already appeared more than ten meters above. According to the original speed, it would take at least a few seconds before the orc sword master could fall, and under the cover of this electric explosion, he suddenly accelerated several times and rushed directly in front of the sword of benevolence. Just now, when the lightning exploded, the pure gold blade inserted in the ground not far away suddenly flew upside down, and at this time, it just fell into the hand of the berserk blade, and the orc swordmaster roared, and used the arm that was still intact to raise the already bent weapon and slash at the sword of benevolence.

This is almost a copy of the previous tactics of the Sword of Benevolence, the long-range dense elemental bombardment is actually just to disrupt the rhythm and cover the ears and eyes, but the real attack is the killing blow hidden behind. Even if the Berserk Blade was wounded and could only hold the sword in one hand, even if the Adamantite Blade had been bent and damaged, it was still an all-out blow from an orc sword master, with the full force of the power that fell from a height of hundreds of meters.

"Just waiting for you to come!" The sword of benevolence in the angry shout was still holding both palms towards the middle, and he entered the white blade with his empty hand to force the adamantite blade of the orc sword master. Although this orc came too fast, so that he had no room to dodge at all, he had a premonition to face this blow. No matter how lively those elemental bombardments are, they are just a few tricks for a battle at their level, and after all, only this purely violent life-and-death struggle is the key to determining victory or defeat.

Unfortunately, this was not a simple one-on-one duel, and at this moment, two huge spiral-shaped wind blades suddenly appeared from the air and stabbed straight towards the Sword of Benevolence from behind. These are two spiral-shaped wind blades that are dozens of meters high and more than ten meters in diameter, which can almost be regarded as small tornadoes, this kind of thing cannot be generated in an instant, obviously brewing in the air above for a long time, but it is completely unnoticed, and it is only at this time that the hideous fangs are exposed.

This is undoubtedly the work of the elemental thunderbird, which is thousands of kilometers away. In this way, the orc cleric who inhabited the body of the Thunderbird confirmed that Feng Yinqiu's worries and predictions about the battle situation were completely correct, and that when this elemental life was no longer a beast ruled by instinct, but a seasoned warrior with sufficient intelligence and combat experience, the role it could play was decisive.

The sound of a dull explosion was even more violent than before, the ground shook, the hurricane from the impact swept by, and the sand and gravel that shattered the ground flew in all directions like arrows, and even the orcs had to stretch out their hands to cover their faces, and many of them fell to the ground unsteadily.

The center of the arena had been completely dented, and the hard stone slabs on the arena had all shattered, forming a large pit with a radius of tens of meters, which was the impact caused by the full force of the Orc Sword Master with the momentum of falling for thousands of meters.

The orcs around the arena erupted in loud cheers. Standing in the center of the pit was naturally the Orc Sword Master's Fury Blade, while the Sword of Benevolence was half-kneeling on the ground, still holding the bent Adamantite blade in his hands, but the blade had already slashed into his shoulder, and the depth should have severed the shoulder bone. In addition, he had two huge bloody wounds on his back, which were caused by those two Tornado blades.

"You lost. Fury Blade withdrew his blade, bared his teeth, and spoke in orc language. He knew very well the power of his blow, and it was remarkable that this human could support immortality. But at this moment, although he said that he had won, there was not much joy in his heart, and he also had a little more admiration for the human being in front of him. This is an unusually cunning and powerful warrior, and the strength is indeed above him, but this is not a duel for honor, what the chief needs is victory, so victory is enough.

With a cough, the Sword of Benevolence spat out a large mouthful of blood, which, along with the blood gushing out of his shoulder, stained half of his body red in the blink of an eye. Hard-hitting this blow, and at the same time having to bear the two wind blades behind his back, his injuries were more than just what it seemed. He couldn't understand the orc's orc language, but judging by the expression and tone, he knew it was probably saying that he had lost.

"It's a pity that you don't understand that men only die, they don't lose. The Sword of Benevolence grinned, and its mouth was full of scarlet. "And I'm not going to die. ”

After saying this, the arcane five-ring necromantic arcane 'healing serious injury' that had been prepared for a long time was immediately formed and launched. Even if it can't reach the height of the law, the kind of severed limb rebirth, like a miracle-like recovery effect, after all, this is also a masterpiece constructed by countless archmages who are obsessed with life and limb realm, and the effect on limb damage is also immediate. The wound on the shoulder of the Sword of Benevolence immediately stopped bleeding, and the flesh and bones on both sides were squeezed and glued together, repairing and reborn at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Taking a deep breath again, with the innate realm's powerful control over the flesh and blood, as well as the powerful vitality contained in this tempered body, the combination of the two complemented each other, and the injuries on the internal organs and shoulders were mostly recovered. Although it is still far from full recovery, and it is impossible to replenish the depleted vitality for a while, it is finally possible to act.

The furious blade frowned, and the pure gold blade in his hand pressed down again. He sensed that this human opponent still wanted to give up and was ready to fight back, but he was not too nervous, even if he could see that this person had healed his injuries with arcane arts, but after fighting the Southern Legion for so many years, he knew that the only thing that could be healed by arcane was physical damage, and the recovery of combat effectiveness was limited. There are the children of the wind in the distance, and they still have the absolute upper hand in strength.

A strange force came from his arm, and the blade of the berserk blade was crooked, and the sword of benevolence, which had been half-kneeling on the ground, had already stood up, and after unloading the blade, he also dropped the blade with both hands and grabbed the wrist of the berserk blade.

The orc swordmaster shouted angrily, and with a bend of his arm, which was the thickness of a bucket, he struck at the sword of benevolence with an elbow. Not every orc can become a sword master, but every orc has been constantly honing his fighting skills since he was a child, and even if the furious blade has been immersed in sharpening his sword skills for more than ten years, he has never forgotten the fighting he has learned since he was a child. Even though this human seemed to be good at hand-to-hand combat, with his twice the size and strength several times the size, he was confident enough to defeat him.

It's just that the feeling of this elbow hit is very strange, the furious blade feels as if the elbow is a grease-soaked psoriasis, although it is hit, but not even one percent of the power can be implemented, but he is slightly crooked, and this oil-soaked psoriasis seems to immediately turn into an oil-soaked snake, wrapped around his body, and in the blink of an eye, he twisted his arm again.

In the midst of the roar, the Blade of Fury tried to force his arm back but to no avail, and now the Sword of Benevolence had hung the whole person on his body. He simply jumped to the ground, trying to squash the man with his huge body and weight.

With a muffled thud, the two fell to the ground together. But it was completely different from what the Blade of Rage thought, he didn't press the Sword of Benevolence at all, but was completely twisted by the Sword of Benevolence from behind and pressed one of his arms and neck underneath, and he was completely unable to move.

The fighting spirit on the berserk blade erupted in an angry roar, but the sword of benevolence above was only a slight flicker. The fighting and fighting skills that the orcs have practiced since childhood are no matter how proficient they are, and in the face of the grappling skills that have been precipitated by countless masters for hundreds of thousands of years in the rivers and lakes of Shenzhou, it is just like a child fighting. And as long as the grappling joint is obtained, even if it is ten times the strength difference, it may not be able to break free, and the impact of the fighting qi may be effective for others, for a martial arts master who has practiced outside the sect and has entered the innate realm, even if he is injured now, it is nothing.

The Thunderbird, which had been hovering thousands of meters in the air, fell, hovering only a few tens of meters high. The resistance between the air was as if it did not exist for this elemental creature, and it was obviously a soaring posture with its wings spread, but it only took a few blinks of an eye to fall from a high altitude to this tens of meters, and as soon as it stopped, it immediately stopped completely, as if it was frozen in amber, completely stopped in the air and did not move at all. Countless tiny lightning bolts and whirlwinds still swirled around him, and a pair of eyes of thunder and lightning stared at the entangled blades of rage and the sword of benevolence beneath him.

"Huh. If you're brave enough, if you're brave enough, you can take a gamble on whether he'll be killed by your wind elemental first, or I'll let it go first. The Sword of Benevolence looked up at the Thunderbird in the air and smiled like a bloody hole.

The Elemental Thunderbird's reaction was actually very fast, and from the moment he made his move, there was a beating arc of electricity around the Sword of Benevolence, as well as a faint strange whirlwind. However, the Sword of Benevolence was immediately completely entangled with the Berserk Blade, and he also completely mastered the initiative, and the elemental attack could only envelop the two of them together, and he would even use the Orc Sword Master as a shield.

"Roar!" The furious blade of frenzied struggle finally dislocated his shoulder and elbow joints, and half-turned around and opened his mouth to bite down on the Sword of Love, whose hands and feet were all used to fix the opponent's hands and feet, and slammed it straight into it with its head. With a muffled thud, the Raging Blade's jaw was deformed and concave, and his fangs opened two long openings in the Blade of Benevolence's forehead.

This is no longer like a duel between two warriors, but a death match between two beasts. The roaring and shouting of the orcs around the arena was like a tsunami from a mountain, and Adler was red-faced, and he didn't know if he was nervous or excited.

The elemental thunderbird in mid-air still stood still and did not make a sound, as if it was thinking about something, and it seemed that it was waiting for another opportunity.

"That's enough, how about a tie like that?" A flat voice came through the roars of the surrounding orcs, and it was the end of the war.

PS: In terms of length, it should be two chapters.,It seems better to look coherent.,I've saved enough to send it together.