In the mysterious hall, the second heads-up match is being staged, and the two sides of the battle are two people who have never played before.

No, that's not right, it's not that the two didn't play, it's just that everyone doesn't know their names, and for some reason, Brent's eyes flickered a few times, and he didn't choose to play.

Since the other party was not ready to fight, Lan Tang would not say anything on his side, so he studied the rules again and found that as long as he won two heads-up matches, he could leave this damn place.

Now, they have the advantage of one game in their hands, and the pressure is not too great, but they can't be careless either, the situation on the field is unpredictable, and it is difficult to say what will happen in the next round.

On Lan Tang's side, he sent a relatively cautious brother, his strength is not too strong, but it is not so easy to win him, conservative is a little conservative, however, there is no too suitable candidate.

Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to mention that this brother's profession is a wind mage, and it's not a hidden profession, but just an ordinary control profession.

On the battlefield, Lantang's troops were arranged, and some of their own thoughts were in it.

Some melee professions such as boxers, knights, and warriors are responsible for charging into battle, while remote control professions such as mages, spellcasters, and spirit speakers are responsible for long-range attacks.

As for the flanks, there is also a corresponding arrangement, and some priests who are responsible for adding blood and status are cleverly placed here.

It is these configurations, cooperating with each other, under the tacit understanding, to achieve victory after victory.

Look at Brent's side again, what he sent was a boxer, and the bland pair of boxing gloves in his hands made people unable to see his attributes, and the momentum on his body didn't seem to be a good stubble.

At this time, the two were on the left and right of the ring, quietly counting the countdown, waiting for the start of the match, and the first round began with the two testing each other.

In fact, all along, in the game, the battle between ranged classes and melee classes can be regarded as a set of classic duels.

Aside from those factors of skill and strategy, the comparison between the two professions is speed and strength.

The comparison between the two,It's to see how fast the skill is launched.,Or the power of the fist.,The comparison.,The main thing is this.,As for the effects under those levels.,It's just some bells and whistles.。

Naturally, this set of duels is not exempt, and the first round of the duel between the two sides unfolded in this way.

After all, the purple fist shadow was faster, and before the whirlwind in the mage's hand formed, the purple fist shadow rushed over, Rao is attack power is not enough, and it is enough for the mage to drink a pot.

With a puff of dust brought up by the impact, the mage was violently tossed to the ground, and as for the whirlwind that had formed in his hand, it was due to the loss of a certain angle, and it spun in circles in the air.

The fighters' attacks continued, and although it was a heads-up match, the fighters didn't want to follow the rules on and off the court because of some unpleasant things that had happened before.

Take advantage of your illness and kill you, a melee profession like a boxer, plays with heartbeat and speed, and this time, he used some skills.

A purple and red circle of light constantly rotated around his fist gauntlet, and on its own, it seemed that the power of the previous move was more than several times greater.

On the master's side again, after struggling for a while, he barely got up, although the speed of activating the skill was still a little slow, but with his desperate efforts, he still completed a move.

A light green, counterclockwise wind shield appeared in his hand, and before it could take shape, the fighter attacked.

This time, the skills of the two sides seemed to be evenly matched, and the purple fist shadow and the light green wind shield continued to rub, and as time passed, sparks of strange beauty continued to bloom.

With the continuous explosion, the two sides of the battle were blasted out by the air wave brought by the explosion, and in this round, everyone did not bargain for anything.

The fighter was still a little quicker, but this time, he was the first to react, and he jumped up without stopping after rolling on the ground for weeks in a row.

With this jump, he jumped several meters high, and this time, the boxer who mastered the speed and height did not give the mage another chance.

By constantly falling from a height, the fighter's body gradually began to spin, and in a week, two weeks, three weeks, he turned faster and faster, faster and faster.

With the impact of extreme speed, the fist fighter's fist shadow slammed into the mage's uncondensed wind shield.

Such a violent attack encountered a defensive skill that had not yet been formed, which naturally had no suspense, and the wind shield barely lasted for a second, and it was completely shattered.

The slightly purple fist shadow struck the mage's right cheek hard, and with a beep in mid-air, it was the kind of annoying bubble that wrapped the two of them tightly.

In a sense, those bubbles saved the mage's life, otherwise, with the fighting style of a boxer, he would not have stopped if he didn't beat the mage to a certain miserable state.

Listening to the victory prompted by the system, the fighter kept throwing his right fist, and the smugness on his face did not appear at all after the victory.

"Very well, you go down!"

Behind him, Brent's voice came, not sad or joyful, just a simple sense of blandness.

In this way, the boxer fighter with a little regret slowly walked out of the ring.

As soon as the fighter stepped out of the ring, Brent's side jumped up, and compared to before, the weapon in his hand was replaced by a long whip.

Judging from the texture of the material and the overall style, it was the weapon that Vilia had used before, and Brent first made a gesture of unknown meaning in the direction of Vilia, and then, with the end of the whip, he kept pointing in the direction of Lan Tang.

"Come on, let's have a good fight, in my place, the loser has no right to speak."

This is extremely domineering and reasonable, Lan Tang has no room for refutation at all, naturally, he is not a coward.

Having accepted such a righteous and bright challenge, he had no room to refuse, and likewise, he had no intention of refusing.

Lan Tang adjusted his mood slightly, and also jumped directly into the ring, his weapon was a long sword with barbs.

With their own emotions, the two sides glanced at each other slightly, and with the sound of the countdown ending, the two began the first round of the battle.

Compared with the previous two heads-up matches, this one is much more exciting, long sword vs long whip, a wonderful game that couldn't be more exciting, and now it has finally kicked off.

Although both weapons occupy a long word, the feeling of making it is a little different.

If the long whip is not good, there is a possibility of injuring oneself by mistake, and if the long sword is not good, there is no advantage, in short, in order to use these two weapons well, it takes a kind of skill.

Judging from the first round of the battle between the two, there is no doubt that they are both masters of this art, and Brent danced the long whip in a round.

Compared with the long whip skill used by Vilia before, while increasing the speed, it also has a touch of fierceness, and looking at Lan Tang's side, it is also not to be outdone.

At this time, the specific advantage of this longsword was reflected, and in a certain round of battle, the barbs on the longsword that continued to protrude tightly hooked Brent's constantly wielding long whip.

In this way, the contest between the two was presented in another way, a good heads-up, and it turned into a wrestling competition.

Pulling and pulling, neither side of the two sides standing in the ring backed down, intending to give up the advantages that had already been obtained.

There is a way that you have a good plan, I have a wall ladder, everyone has their own way, Brent when he used the long whip, he kept an eye on it.

No, the expected thing happened, and after a while of tugging around, Brent came up with a plan that had been prepared for a long time.

It's nothing special, since the other party wants it, let him ask for it enough, and the flames that suddenly emerged from the entanglement of the long whip and the long sword directly caught Lan Tang off guard.

Under the scorching heat of the ultra-high temperature, Lan Tang couldn't even hold the long sword steadily, let alone the original posture, there was no way, and Lan Tang didn't want to do this.

However, the moment he threw out the long sword, Lan Tang already knew that he had fallen into a considerable degree of passivity.

In desperation, Lan Tang rolled casually on the ground, barely opening a relatively safe distance from Brentla.

The attack of the flames continued, and there was no change in the slightest because of Lan Tang's reaction, just like the gangrene of the appendage, encountering the flames of combustibles, coupled with the ever-increasing wind.

These, and these, all intensified the flames' attacks, making them uncontrollable, and in the blink of an eye, the ring was painted with a fiery red color.

The waves of fire were monstrous, wolf smoke was everywhere, and Lan Tang was tightly wrapped in flames, if there was no specific life-saving skill, perhaps, Lan Tang would be burned into a delicious barbecue.

At this moment, another color of light emerged from the flames, blocking the continuous flames, and the extremely low temperature that emerged from the flames made people shiver.

Lan Tang suddenly jumped out of the flames, and the weapon in his hand was replaced by an ice-blue long sword, which was much stronger than the barbed long sword just now.

Not to mention anything else, the extremely low temperature coming from the tip of the sword alone can be vaguely felt, this long sword is definitely not ordinary.

Looking at its actual performance, the same is true, as soon as it appeared, three-fifths of the field was instantly frozen.

At this time, the venue is half red and the other half is blue, and the two colors are mixed together, which has an indescribable beauty.

However, everyone present did not have the leisure to enjoy the beautiful scenery, and their eyes were all focused on the ball of light in Brent's hand.

With the long whip in his hand as the center point, a large string of colorful lights gathered here, constantly emitting dazzling light.

If it's just these, then it's not too panicked, this ball of light is not just beautiful, and the colorful energy that leaks out of it is terrifying just by looking at it.

Under Brent's urging, the ball of light flew towards the direction of the Blue Hall little by little, and the ball of light was particularly eye-catching in the half-blue and half-red field.

Lan Tang took a sharp breath, and in the surprised gaze of everyone, he actually threw away the ice-blue long sword that had been taking advantage of it from just now, and chose to resist directly with his hands.

This extremely unbalanced balance of strength gave the situation on the field a relatively delicate feeling, and the brothers on Lan Tang's side pinched a cold sweat for him.

With the beginning of Lan Tang's two-handed hard resistance energy ball, a violent temperature alternation suddenly appeared from the ring, and the resulting large amount of water vapor directly blocked everyone's sight.

When they regained their vision and looked at the ring again, they saw something that surprised them, something terrible, beyond their expectations......