"Is that okay?" Whispering asked quietly, "...... that wood-like guy?"

"What, you don't have faith in him?" Duan Qing replied confidently, "This is our partner who came together." ”

"Don't say anything bloody, you know what I'm referring to." Yu Liuyu showed a disdainful expression: "Except for the battle in front of the canyon, I have never seen his strength and level......"

"Then you should at least trust Uncle Smiling."

Holding his arms and turning his head, Duan Qing's originally tense expression also relaxed: "Can you follow the people who have been mixed up for so long in the Front Wind Breeze Guild......"

"No matter how much you think about it, it won't get any worse, right?"

Boom!

The dull sound of collision appeared in the center of the arena again, and then echoed around as a figure flew up in the arena, and this deafening sound of metal collision appeared in everyone's ears for the third time after the start of the fight - it seemed to belong to the same type of people who were not good at words, and Stark, who was holding a huge iron pillar, did not give the spectators any chance to prepare, but blew the horn for the duel to start with a loud sound from waving the iron pillar. As an opponent's lost dream, he naturally did not stand in the ranks of the unprepared kind of people, but this kind of metal pillar with a diameter larger than his own was too scary, and even within ten seconds after the opening, this bald player has been in a state of rolling with all his might, which is naturally mixed with some small temptations, as well as his intention to try to get close to the other party, but these attempts have failed under Stark's completely non-stop huge swing, The helpless bald knight had no choice but to find an opportunity to stay away from the other party, rearrange his posture, and then put the surface of the shield against the opponent's iron pillar in the eyes that others couldn't imagine.

As expected, that first encounter ended with the result of the lost dream being knocked away.

"You also said that people are about to be milked to death by you."

Pointing to the figure of his own fighter who was shot away for the third time, he whispered: "Why did he send it up by himself?" Wasn't he very skilled at watching him roll before? ”

"You can't see that? People are testing. Duan Qing spread his hands and replied, "Isn't it a normal move to test the strength of the other party in the constant confrontation?" ”

"But that Stark's brute strength...... It's a normal guy who can see it, right? Yu Liuyu frowned and said, "I can wave an iron pillar as high as two people, and my movements have not slowed down in the slightest......"

"How do you know that people aren't using similar means to reduce the weight of weapons?" Duan Qing smiled and shook his head: "And ......"

"Even if he does have the power of a beast, when he really comes on the field...... You'll have to try it out for yourself. ”

Whew-

The sound of the wind brought out by the iron pillar once again sounded in everyone's ears, and at the same time, the figure of the lost dream of raising a shield to defend was swept out of people's sight, but because this time the blow was not caused by a physical blow, he was blown away by the wind and quickly put his defensive posture back up. The bald man's expression did not change at all, he still looked like an ancient well without waves, and then suddenly jumped up from the spot in the face of the iron pillar that Stark swept over again. The metal surface of the iron pillar was connected to the arc top of the bucket shield for the fourth time, but it only sent out a momentary spark, and the lost dream of supporting the shield in his left hand then turned over this sweep with this posture of head and foot, and by inertia, he stepped heavily on the ground with his left foot, and then kicked hard, rushing up in the direction where Stark was holding the iron pillar: "The old power is not gone, and the new force is not born......

"This is the best chance."

He pulled out the short sword at his waist and stabbed Stark in the flanks, who forced his way over and met his opponent's first counterattack head-on. The iron pillar held on his chest then blocked the thorn without any fancy noise, making a clanging sound that was more inconspicuous than before, and the still blushing face of the lost dream was followed by a tumbling and walking past Stark's feet.

"Pretty." Duan Qing on the sidelines clapped his hands and praised: "Skilled yin and yang stabs, this guy's basic skills are very ......"

Bite!

The sound of nails sounded again interrupted Duan Qing's words, and also showed the scene of Stark blocking the Lost Dream backhand stab in front of everyone, and the huge iron pillar that was originally held in the arms of the dwarf boss was also erected on the ground with his sideways movements, blocking the seemingly inevitable blow in the back with a real pillar posture. The bald knight then took two steps to the right, slashing at the head with his back to him, but the other man took a step forward and hid his body behind the huge iron pillar, he frowned, and quickly turned to the other side of the iron pillar, but his attempt to bypass this temporary obstacle was quickly declared in vain by the opponent's nimble movement - the figure that did not match Stark's image appeared on both sides of the pillar from time to time, and finally opened up after a shield and shoulder collision, a chest-pounding sound that sounded on the ground in front of the bald player.

It was the sound of the iron pillar shaking the ground again, the heavy shock turned into a wave, and the lost dream that was close at hand was overturned, and Stark, who turned into a wrestler, then let out a roar and kicked at the end of the iron pillar, and the arms that were bruised by the force followed forward, sending the end of the horizontal iron pillar to the bald man: "The monkey's trick can't defeat Stark, adventurer!" ”

Boom!

With another heavy impact, the lost dream of erecting the fighting shield was stabbed out with his feet off the ground, and then rolled with his sword and shield continuously, rolling to the edge of the arena as the final outcome of this encounter.

"You keep boasting." Yu Liuyu chuckled and threw out a charming look: "If it weren't for the fact that this guy was in a hurry just now and blocked this blow by unloading his force...... What you see now may already be a corpse. ”

"All I can say is...... His strategy is not bad. Duan Qing hesitated and replied, "It's a good idea to seize the opportunity to play close wrapping, but unfortunately I didn't expect that Stark to be so flexible......"

"If you think of that huge iron pillar as an ordinary club, you can understand why he is so nimble." "Since he can use his own strength to play with that iron pillar, of course he can also do what an ordinary stickman can do." ”

"The Throne Owner is a tough opponent, and we expected that." Duan Qing replied with a wry smile: "But with the situation in front of you...... No matter what kind of enemy it is, we have to step on it. ”

"So what do you want to do with that?" Looking at the figure of the bald player who stood up again, he sighed: "Just use this card in your hand?" ”

"Don't be so faithless, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain." Duan Qing replied casually: "And judging from the current performance......"

"Our team-mates, it's okay."

The slow and rhythmic footsteps once again echoed around the arena, sending the figure of the lost dream back to the arena to the eyes of the spectators, and the expression that was still unwavering seemed to be just as Duan Qing said, proving that he could still fight in his own way. Among the people around the arena, only Liu Qingniu and Xue Lingphantom Bing, who were grouped with him, knew that person had little blood left, but they obviously wouldn't reveal this information easily, so when the lost dream holding the sword and shield slowly returned to Stark, the first thing he got was the approval from the other party: "You've already received five heavy blows from Stark, and it's still fine...... Your body may indeed be stronger than the buffalo of the Northlands. ”

"Stark is pleased." The stout man carried the iron pillar on his shoulder: "To be able to meet an opponent like you." ”

“…… Thank you. ”

Looking around at everyone who was silently watching him, Lost Dream put down the weapon in his hand slightly, and his originally tense face became a little heavier: "These previous ......"

"It also reminds me of the good times I had when I practiced with my teammates a long time ago."

He sank down, trotted in the direction of Stark, and then, in everyone's surprised eyes, collided with the sweeping iron pillar again, dragging his body with a long trail and then slashed an arc, smashing the position where the Lost Dream was still holding the shield defense in the other direction, and then quickly rolled to the side in the column-shaped black shadow that was pressed down overhead. The dust raised by the heavy object fell to the ground with a loud bang around the ground before the lost dream, and at the same time shook his tumbling figure farther away, but he looked extremely embarrassed, but he slammed the ground and jumped back in an extended position, as if he had adjusted his position in the air, he slapped the fighting shield on the side of the iron pillar with a very standard shield strike action, and then dragged the sword and shield forward in the echo of the strong collision.

The iron pillar that rolled sideways from the shield strike was then single-handedly scooped into the air by Stark, who turned his head and slapped back towards the figure of the Lost Dream Charge, and then slammed into the shield that was already a stone's throw away.

"Ahh

His eyes moved back and forth between the last trace of his teammates' health and the scene of them separating again in the arena, and Liu Qingniu on the side of the arena let out an exclamation: "It's just a little bit!" ”

"Don't scream, if you really got it just now...... He might be dead. Xue Lingphantasm said in a deep voice, "And...... With his attack power, he would definitely not have killed Stark at that moment. ”

"So, what then?" The short-haired young man was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot: "Is this one just a loss?" ”

"Don't worry, things are already changing."

Looking at the two figures that separated in their respective directions, Xue Lingphantom Bing shook his head in contemplation: "Although I don't know what the reason is, it's ......"

"The fighting power of that lost dream seems to be quietly rising."

Knock –

As several players on the sidelines stood up in shock, the metal pillar and the shield of the Lost Dream collided again, only this time, the bald man who was still knocked away did not have the same embarrassment as before—the iron boots under his feet drew two long trajectories in the rock and soil, and the knight, who had maintained a defensive stance, slid to the edge of the field not far away, and then charged towards the opponent's position again in Stark's equally surprised eyes. The huge cylindrical black shadow then flashed over the arena, and then was easily dodged by a roll of the bald man, and the earth-shaking shock that was able to lift it off before didn't seem to affect him at this time, he took two steps to the right, dodged the following heavy smash with his position, and then raised the shield in his hand, and stood in front of Stark almost face-to-face.

"What does that mean, adventurer?"

“…… Try. ”

Faced with Stark's momentary question, Lost Dream replied lightly: "Don't worry, for you...... This should be the last time. ”

“…… Drink! ”

The provocative words had the effect it should have, causing the sturdy boss with the iron pillar to shout and pick up his weapon, and the whistling heavy weapon drew an indistinguishable afterimage in the air, sweeping towards the body not far from the lost dream. The bald man with his face hidden behind the shield crouched down slightly, raised the shield like a mountain without moving, and then swung it vigorously towards his side the moment the two sides collided again.

Bell –

A completely different loud metal sound sounded around the arena, with a huge iron rod that had been bounced into the air, the metal powder that had been worn off by the strong impact and the previous sparks floated in the air, and the shield that also flew out reflected an intoxicating light, and the bald man who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth shook off his dislocated shoulder with a blank face, pulled his feet out of the torn ground, and then raised the short sword in his right hand, A sword stabbed Stark's wide eyes as the door was wide open. A strong aura then erupted in the center of the arena, completely drowning out the scene of the imminent separation, and those players who had been staring at the battle were also startled by this sudden change, and pointed to the center of the air pillar at a loss and shouted, and in the gradually chaotic scene, a tall and burly black shadow gradually appeared from the dust that had not yet dispersed, and the whisper who looked at this scene whispered a little nervously: "Oh no, I heard of that Stark before...... Hey? ”

By her side, Duan Qing, who was supposed to be sitting there, had disappeared, and in the dueling arena where the smoke and dust had cleared, a black shadow standing with his back hand gradually appeared in front of everyone.

"It's over."

He separated the fallen lost dream from the sight of the tall black shadow, and then said lightly.