"What a speed!"

Sicarius was shocked in his heart, but his reaction was not slow, and his fighting skills, which had been tempered for thousands of years, came into play, and with a loud shout, his huge body rushed forward.

His body leaned forward, his strength concentrated on the tip of his sword, and the whole figure was like a huge cone, piercing through the air.

Swift Shadow Spike!

This skill is best used in head-to-head combat, and even if it is a stone wall, Sicarius is confident that he can penetrate it with one blow.

He's already figured out the next tricks.

While!

With a crackling sound that made the eardrums tremble, the greatsword and the hammer intersected, splattering with lightning-fast sparks.

Sicarius's hands cracked, blood burst out, and he almost couldn't hold the giant sword, and the terrifying power from the sword made him retreat, his movements were deformed, and the back move he had thought of before couldn't be used at all.

His greatsword was forged from fine iron, weighing three hundred pounds, and was extremely hard, but the blade was somewhat deformed by the blow.

"This ......"

Sicaryoston was stunned and looked at Wren who was standing not far away, this human did not take the opportunity to pursue, his posture was relaxed, and a deep scratch was left on the war hammer in his hand.

"Your powers?" said Sicarius, who was very dry.

He has always been extremely proud of his strength, and when he exercises, he can lift a 15,000-pound iron block, which is equivalent to the fifth level of "strength", which is more powerful than most legendary transcendents, and has never met an opponent who can compete with his strength.

This hand-to-hand blow immediately made him realize that Wren's strength was far superior to his own.

The crowd watching the battle almost dropped their jaws to the ground.

A wizard who looks very normal in shape, in stark contrast to the little giant-like Sicarus, but has such great strength, this contrast is really unbelievable!

"Is your lord really a wizard?" Torsedrin, viciously questioned Fabian.

That's what others want to ask, too.

Fabian squeaked, he had seen Wren cast spells with his own eyes, and he had previously thought that the lord was a wizard, but now he couldn't be sure.

"I said," Wren smiled at the crowd, "I love this duel tradition. ”

Hearing this, everyone finally understood.

Then, he saw Wren launch a charge, dragging a series of afterimages behind him, as if flashing, and rushed in front of Sicarius in an instant.

Heavy warhammers cut out arc-shaped trajectories.

The air in front of the hammer head was compressed, forming a white gas visible to the naked eye, and the air was bursting, making a muffled thunderous sound, and the entire training room was trembling slightly.

Rumble......

There is no skill in this hammer, and it has a terrifying effect with its purest power.

The viewer is all discolored.

Generally speaking, a transcendent or xenomorph creature with such a powerful power will not be very fast, and it is difficult to hit the enemy with such a brute force bombardment.

Sicarius once fought a mountain giant, and that giant's strength was no less than that of Wren, but Wren's speed was not known how many times faster than the mountain giant.

In the blink of an eye, the hammer slammed into front of his eyes, and the air scraped like a knife on his face.

"Can't be hardwired!"

Sicarius felt invincible, and his footsteps slid sideways, and at the same time he charged.

Seeing this scene, Tosedlin and the other two Maculags were stunned, they were familiar with Sicarus's fighting style, they were indomitable, fearless, and had been in the arena for several years, never being forced back by their opponents.

It was the first time they had seen Sicarius avoid a head-to-head confrontation.

Bang!

The hammer slammed into the ground by a fraction of a second, and the rubble flew wildly, immediately smashing a large hole into the slate-paved ground.

Wren dragged the hammer and also charged.

His charge was one level higher than that of Sicarius, and he had the foundation of level six "swiftness", and he was a little faster, and immediately caught up with Sicarius.

The hammer slammed mercilessly into the barbarian's back.

Sicarius didn't panic, turned around and struck a blow with his greatsword.

Wren couldn't use all his strength because it was a war hammer swung at high speed, but the hammer still smashed Sicarius straight away.

Like a cannonball, the massive body knocked down rows of weapon racks and finally smashed against the stone wall of the training room.

Sicarius's body sank into the stone wall, and a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth.

He struggled to jump out of the hole in the wall and stared at Wren.

Under the effect of "unyielding will", the injury did not make him retreat, but aroused a stronger fighting spirit, and his whole body was full of blood, shouting: "Hahaha...... Cool!"

"This is called real combat!"

Wren was surprised in his heart, worthy of having "third-level tenacity" and "self-healing", Sicarius's resistance and toughness are excellent, and his skills are impeccable, the moment the hammer hits, Sicarius used the giant sword to unload most of the power, so he was only slightly injured.

"Come again!"

Sicarius shouted wildly, picking up a steel-cast javelin at his feet, his arm swelling, and threw it with all his might.

The javelin turned into a black shadow and shot straight into Wren's chest.

In Wren's eyes, the javelin seemed to have slowed down, and the will of truth allowed him to see every detail on the javelin, and the speed of the sixth level allowed the body to keep up with the reaction in his head.

Wren was slightly to the side, and the javelin flew past his chest.

Then his right hand reached out like lightning and grabbed the javelin, the body of which rubbed against the palm of his hand, making a sharp sound of metallic resonance, and finally held it firmly in his hand.

Everyone was dumbfounded, especially the two makurags, whose eyes almost bulged.

Javelin throwing is a skill of the Maculags, and they can penetrate iron plates from a hundred paces away, and they have shot many prey on the Seine Plateau.

However, they never imagined that someone could catch a javelin with their bare hands.

And that's not all.

Wren threw the javelin with his backhand, he had no "precision throwing" element and was not trained in this skill, but with the aid of the will of truth, he was no less accurate than the Kumarag.

The javelin returns the same way at a faster rate.

First he missed the second javelin thrown by Sicarius, and then he castrated and went straight for Sicarius.

Sicarius hurriedly struck his greatsword into the air, and with a bang, the javelin struck out horizontally, landing at the feet of Tocedrin, and plunged into the ground, leaving only a small piece exposed.

Even though Tosedlin knew he wouldn't hit him, his eyelids were jumping.

He is a legendary ranger with mediocre defense, and if he is pierced by this javelin, he is estimated to lose half his life.

In the middle of the field, Sicarius flew the javelin, but was repelled by the power contained in the javelin, and his whole body was stagnant, and he could not come back in one breath.

Wren took the opportunity to charge up and struck with all his might.

This time, Sicarius had no time to dodge, and could only barely hold the greatsword in front of him, hoping to reduce the damage.

Rumble!

The hammer smashed the greatsword and continued to bombard Sicarius, smashing him to the ground.

The ground was sunken and dusty.

One blow was successful, but Wren did not stop, just retracted his strength slightly, and raised the heavy hammer with both hands to smash it down again.

Bang bang bang!

smashed three hammers in a row, Sicarius desperately rolled on the ground, but not a single time he could dodge, he was smashed by the hammer and vomited blood, and he didn't know how many bones were broken in his body, and he was embarrassed.

Wren didn't hammer his head, and he didn't hit the dead hand.

Sicarius has an unyielding will, and this element can reduce the impact of his injuries, unless he has a broken hand or dies on the spot, as long as he still has the power to fight back.

After three hammers, Sicarius finally seized the gap between Wren's one of the hammers and launched a "lightning counterattack", borrowing power from the ground to turn over, the power exploded, gathered in both hands, and the deformed giant sword was lifted from the bottom to the top, and the slash was unleashed.

The blade of the sword cut an extremely condensed light in the air, like a sword aura, extremely sharp.

This was Sicarius' last chance.

However, Wren had already sensed his intentions and only had to step back to dodge.

His mind was in a hurry, and he decided to carry this slash hard.

He has shown great strength, incredible speed, and he needs to show the Makulag people their defenses, so that they can be convinced and have the idea of choosing themselves as their host.

The sword shone before his eyes.

Wren pretended to be unable to dodge, and allowed the slash to slash diagonally up from the abdomen, from the chest to the shoulder, and slashed firmly.

"It's over!"

Fabian and Emilys were half chilled when they saw this sword.

Tosedlin was also distraught, and with the power of Sicarlius, he was hit by his slash, which was basically a cut in two. If Wren dies here, he will face the accountability of the Duke of Silverstar, and he will have to flee back to the elven homeland.

But, in the next second, everyone could barely believe their eyes.

Wren slammed the hammer as if nothing happened, smashing Sicarus, who had just stood up, into the air.

At this time, they found that there was a shallow white mark on Wren's chest, which should have been caused by the split, and only a little skin had been cut, and no blood had even flowed out.

"Hiss......"

Everyone gasped and looked at Wren like a monster.

Torsedlin sighed in distraction: "The moon god is above, what a terrible defense!"

The two Maculags had dull faces, and only the legendary swordsman Astan was calmer, who had just guessed that it was a body of steel element.

Still, he was shocked to see Wren unharmed.

Sicarius also saw the results of his own slash, vomiting blood in mid-air, and his heart was even more desperate.

Wren inspires a level 4 "Dash Run", his speed rises sharply, and he turns around to catch up.

With a swing of the hammer, Sicarius, who was still in mid-air, was smashed down and fell heavily to the ground, with pain everywhere in his body.

He knew that he could not win, and his mind was lost, and the role of his indomitable will was greatly reduced.

Then the crowd saw a one-sided ravage.

Sicarius's huge body, like a leather ball, was smashed by Wren with a heavy hammer, and a few minutes later, when Wren stopped, there was no one on his body intact, like a puddle of mud, and fell at Wren's feet.

Wren exhaled and threw away the hammer, smashing a hole into the ground.

He looked down at Sicarius, this barbarian seemed miserable, but in fact, the injury was not as serious as it appeared, and he only needed to recover after treatment and rest, he just wore down his physical strength.

"Sicarius, will you admit defeat in this duel?" Wren asked with a smile.

Sicarius was reluctant and glared at Wren.

He struggled to get up, but he couldn't use any strength, so he could only give up resistance in the end, and replied weakly: "I lost." ”

"Just throw in the towel. ”

Wren nodded, took out a scroll from the dimensional ring and opened it, and a white light wrapped around Sicarus, healing his injuries.

This scroll was originally the stuff of the legendary wizard Mytil, the intermediate healing technique of the four rings, which worked extremely quickly, and Sicarius stopped bleeding and his physical strength was rapidly recovering.

Wren didn't bother with him, walked over and took the clothes from Fabian's hand, put them on, and said to Torsedrin: "Your Highness, it's time for us to talk about the contract for the three of them. ”