Mitsumori exhaled a large amount of breath from his nose and mouth at the same time, hesitating whether to laugh or get angry. Finally shrugged and gave up.

"With the way you look, you can't even stop a little ghost. Or are you a knight but still have the skills of a boxer? I heard that the fists of boxers are so hard that they can bounce off swords, and I would like to see them, but I ......"

"Boxer or something, I'm not good at it."

After an almost impatient silence, Klaas interrupted Mitsumori's words and lunged forward with a force that nearly tore the ground apart.

In his clenched right fist, a flame appeared that seemed to materialize the burning anger.

The first order of magic, Flaming Fist - Envelops the fist in flames, hitting enemies and inflicting severe burns on them.

"Oh? Demon Swordsman? I see, the magic on the big sword was not cast in advance, but you added it temporarily. ”

The fist slammed straight into the muttering Mitsumori's neck. Scattered sparks made a dazzling trajectory in the air.

Mitsumori probably felt that it was too late to dodge, wielding a blood-soaked rapier to catch Klaas's fist.

A tenacious blow struck the left side of Mitsumori's rappier, and dazzling sparks scattered in all directions.

Then, with a shocking explosion, Klaas's gray gauntlet was sliced open, and a trace of blood flowed from his wrist. Klaas then unleashed a prepared left hand.

"It's subtle, but I can see it, your second slash can't be more than a certain distance from the first slash, ten centimeters, no, fifteen centimeters at most! If the second blow is already out, then get ready to take my punch! ”

Mitsumori looked terrified, and the rapier he swung out fended off his vital point at great speed, but it was faster than the sword that was superior in distance, and Klaas struck Mitsumori on the right side of the face.

The fist that was swung out with astonishing strength knocked Mitsumori flying with flames, and then Mitsumori stopped his sword with a quick reaction speed, and his left hand flipped around the ground and finally did not fall, but there was a burning sensation on his face.

"It seems that I underestimated you, it's rare to have such a pleasant opponent."

"I'm here, it's rare to meet the same fierce opponent as the master."

Standing in the center, Klaska stands in a low position, with his left fist at his waist and his right fist facing his opponent in the center, exhaling a long exhale. The gaping feet erupted into flames as if they had absorbed the power of the earth, and the heat passed through the body to concentrate on the fists.

"Candidate for the Xuanwu Knight, Klaas."

The blazing red flame finally glows yellow, and then turns white and blue. Now, in Klaas's right fist, there was an ultra-high hot flame summoned by the overdrawn life force, which could scorch even the atmosphere, and emitted a sharp high-pitched sound in the air.

On the other hand, Mitsumori is half-bent over. The palm of the left hand is stretched straight up in front of you, and the thin sword of the right hand is driven behind you in a horizontal straight line.

"A descendant of the Eru family, Eluson."

Although he was very surprised by Mitsumori's real name, Klaas did not show it.

The stance itself should have been played from the beginning of the battle. It should be like this, but Klaas can feel that the light sen who recognizes his strength - it should be Eru Sen, and the posture he poses at this moment is suitable for calling the first sword pose.

The tension as if his body had split in two from the top of his head to his abdomen made both parties laugh inadvertently.

This is the first time I have encountered such an opponent. It's exciting.

Two people with the same idea moved at the same time.

Elusson's sword turned into a pure black half-moon.

Klaas's fist drew a meteor of cangyan.

The moment the two collided, an ultra-dense shockwave was generated, shattering the ground and expanding around. The trees that surrounded it were also forced to fall backwards.

Swords and fists touch at a point like a needlepoint, confronting each other. After exceeding the limit, the compressed force turned into a pillar of fire and exploded, shooting into the night sky.

"Double Dragon Sword - Change!"

Shaking the air, the thin sword that was resisted by the fist slid down the back of his hand, and the dazzling sword light pierced through Klaas's right arm, and with the sound of metal shattering, all the armor from the upper arm to the shoulder was shattered and peeled off.

Exposed, and sure enough, Klaas's arms were full of wounds on his dark skin, spurting out a thin mist of blood.

"—three strikes."

A white light was drawn from the gorgeous body in the air, and Elson, who landed safely, only glanced back faintly at Klaas, who was frozen in place.

- A white line erupted from his right arm, and a large amount of blood flowed from the white line, and then the arm fell off the shoulder attached to it like a ripe apple.

With such a serious injury, it must be very painful. But Klaas only frowned slightly, and then hit his wound with his flaming left hand, and miraculously, the bleeding stopped.

"Using the super heat to stop the bleeding is worthy of a knight, but you are also at the limit."

Elson looked confused and frowned, frustrated by Klaas's tenacity.

Penetrating her skin, a fiery tingling sensation that rippled from her face to her brain, unlike any scars her body had endured so far.

This is the scar left on his face by a weather-beaten warrior who died desperately.

"I'll keep the wound on the right side of my face, let me remember you, Klaas, you're a good opponent, but it's a pity to do things for the wrong person."

"It's not over yet, I won't let you go until Lord Wu Jiu returns to the imperial capital!"

Even after losing his right arm, Klaas did not intend to give up, and his feet on the ground made the air tremble, and Klaas's heart kept rising. The dark skin burst into sweat before turning into sparks and rising into the sky.

The confrontation of Eluson always remained calm, and the bright white sword that slowly hung down emitted a frosty coldness.

"Woo-ah-ah——!!!"

The fierce battle spirit spread all over his body, especially his left hand spewed out a whirlwind of red light, and as the air scorched, Klaas shortened the distance in a straight line.

Eluson casually waved the sword in his right hand.

Bang!

The sharp rapier touched Klaas's neck before it touched it—

Klaas struck Elusson in the left leg. It's not a punch, it's a kick. The toe that jumped slightly from the ground and the dark gray boots pierced into Eluson's left leg.

"Don't think I'm only boxing!!"

Klaas laughed and kicked his left leg out in the upper position.

It only took a split second for Eluson to steady, spinning the sword in his right hand and slashing straight down the trajectory of the kick.

The moment the sword collided with the armor, a large number of fireworks were released, and a deafening sound of metal clashing sounded, and Klaas ignored the excruciating pain, retracted his left leg, and let out a full-body fist.