Zheng Ming dragged the sword in his right hand and slowly approached, watching Nameless's every move with full attention. His body was ready to fire like a taut longbow.

You can see from the other party's body shape and posture that as long as you move a little, that terrifying body will operate at full strength.

Seeing that the distance between the two was getting closer and closer, but Zheng Ming had no vision of taking the initiative to attack, Nameless frowned slightly. Under Zheng Ming's increasingly dangerous breath, cold sweat continued to break out on his forehead, sliding down his eyebrows and cheeks, and finally landing on his shoulders to form water stains.

"Sure enough, don't you take the initiative to attack?"

As Zheng Ming's whisper came, Nameless' pupils shrank. At this time, the distance between the two was less than a step, and they had reached a dangerous critical line.

"Tsk, fight!"

After realizing that if Zheng Ming was close again, the opponent's attack would be beyond his reaction, and the nameless left hand pinched out the word "Dou" used to increase speed and flesh, and jumped back.

"How can it be that easy?"

Zheng Ming's eyes narrowed after seeing Nameless's reaction, and the other party's actions confirmed his inner thoughts more and more. So he didn't think about it, and suddenly accelerated to catch up.

Zheng Ming was slightly better in pure speed, plus the opponent was jumping backwards, and he was running forward. Soon caught up with Nameless.

Seeing that Zheng Ming caught up with him in the blink of an eye, the distance was so close that he could almost reach out and touch it, Nameless couldn't care about anything else, and swept towards Zheng Ming with a horizontal knife.

In the face of the nameless attack, Zheng Ming did not meet the opponent's attack, but instead raised his sword to block his side.

"When."

Blades struck each other and sparks flew out. However, Zheng Ming's eyes showed a look of understanding.

"Sure enough."

As he expected, the nameless knife lacked power, despite the considerable amount of energy attached to it to increase its power. And the other party seemed to know this very well, and immediately changed his move after a short contact with the ice blade, not giving Zheng Ming a chance to wrestle with the blade.

"Dang Dang, Ding Dang, Dang Dang ......"

The sound of a dense crash continued, the firelight continued, and the cold light flashed.

Although Zheng Ming was very calm to dodge or block most of the attacks, the sharp blade and the knife-like attacks formed by the energy on it continued to leave slender wounds on his face, body, and clothes.

The blood that flowed from the scratch on his forehead that grazed his temples flowed down the sweat from the corners of his eyes into his eyes. However, he was unmoved, dyed with a faint red gaze, staring closely at Nameless's every move.

"It's now!"

Zheng Ming, who suddenly stared at the nameless body movements, his pupils dilated outward for a moment, and then contracted suddenly, and the long sword in his hand that had been only defending and not attacking slashed upward, striking at the blade that Nameless was slashing towards him.

“ping~~~”

With a sharp impact with an epilogue, Zheng Ming's long knife flicked down slightly, but Nameless struck back again and again in this unexpected huge force.

Seeing that Nameless lost his balance and stepped backwards, Zheng Ming seized the opportunity to pounce on him.

The rhythmic sound of swords striking continued. Although Nameless barely deviated from the path of the long sword, under the force that Zheng Ming could guide, he was hit and retreated.

This time, Zheng Ming returned the injuries he had just received even more. It wasn't until Nameless finally barely stood on his feet and became familiar with Zheng Ming's attack rhythm that Zheng Ming's eyes flashed, and the attack in his hand suddenly intensified.

As the long sword struck upward, the attack that was far faster than before and the huge force that was unexpectedly unknown suddenly exceeded Nameless's psychological expectations.

Coupled with the continuous offensive before, the long knife in Nameless's hand suddenly flew out of his hand in response, and he was also kicked out by Zheng Ming.

"I can see it. You're better at spells and stuff like that. I even want to take the melee combat route. The mage should stand far away and bombard the enemy, and settle the battle before the enemy gets close. ”

The horizontal kick just now Zheng Ming almost used all his strength, and he didn't use the nameless of that special barrier method, and he could be said to be half-crippled after taking a solid kick. After all, if you don't concentrate on mental defense, the strength of the body's protective energy is a little unsatisfactory. Of course, this is also inseparable from the fragile flesh of the other party.

"Ahem, ahem...... Who says that mages can't be hand-to-hand? I just want to take a different route and become a swordsman who is skilled in using spells. ”

Looking at the namelessness who kept coughing up blood and did not forget to refute himself, Zheng Ming's eyes had no sympathy or contempt. He just recounted what had happened before, in an almost brutal tone.

"Don't you understand? Unlike a swordsman who only needs to think about avoiding key points and attack methods when fighting, you have to be distracted by the weak body, and you must always pay attention to compressing the body protection energy to resist attacks. After all, unlike us with thick skin, your body is easily destroyed by the energy attached to your weapon.

Even more lethal is your power. In melee combat, there is a huge disparity in strength, and you will not be able to compete with your opponent. This will lead to a situation where you can't stabilize your body like the one you just did and will be attacked by the enemy continuously.

All right. Enough talking. For the sake of old acquaintances, I will end your suffering as soon as possible. ”

Although Nameless seemed to be seriously injured, Zheng Ming did not take it lightly. He watched Nameless' every move, carefully and slowly approaching with his sword.

However, Nameless's performance is indeed the opposite of him. He didn't seem to care about the impending death at all, but frowned and muttered nervously.

"The Word Trick allows me to shield myself from attacks without the need for a sword.

The Soldier Technique gives me a lot of energy, almost as good as melee combat, which is known for its stamina.

The fighting technique makes me as light as a swallow, and my speed and agility are not inferior to those of my peers in close combat.

The word formula gives me extraordinary resilience, better than melee combat with a physical focus.

The two tricks of both are insightful to the enemy's heart, and my battle intuition and sense of crisis are superhuman.

The Column Trick allowed me to break through obstacles, and my attack power was far beyond the ordinary.

The first phrase allows me to master the five elements, which is much richer than the single form of energy in melee.

I have all the qualities that these melee powerhouses need. My only flaw is the flesh itself. Because of the fear of physical collapse, because of the disparity in strength, I didn't dare to attack with all my might.

But who has a rule that melee combat must rely on strength? There is a huge disparity in strength between humans and lions, but can't they still kill lions with instruments?

If you don't have sharp claws and fangs, you will hold a spear and a sword, but if you can't do it head-on, you will rely on your body and agility ......"

Zheng Ming, who originally stopped to listen when he heard the nameless speaker's words, did not continue to reveal his ability after seeing the other party, and suddenly lost interest.

"There's no time to waste here with you."

Thinking of this, he walked up to Nameless, raised his sword and stabbed him in the chest.

"Bang."

The energy barrier shattered, and Zheng Ming's long sword was slapped away from its original trajectory by Nameless.

Seeing this, Zheng Ming's expression froze, and he hurriedly took a few steps back and looked at him vigilantly.

From the information revealed in the words of the other party at the beginning, it can be heard that Arthur is not in a good situation. In order to support Arthur in the future, he can't consume too much state here, let alone suffer serious injuries that need to be recuperated.

What's more, the opponent is a player whose combat power far exceeds that of the natives, even if Zheng Ming's level is higher than the opponent's, but there is no big mistake in being careful.

"Sure enough, did you leave some means? I'll just talk about how a mage can only slash people in close combat. ”

Zheng Ming, who was thinking so in his heart, saw the nameless look on his left hand blankly, and the surprised expression that didn't seem to be fake, but he was shaken.

"What's going on? He didn't mean to? Or is he acting? No, it shouldn't be, how can such complex emotions be played so naturally? and not a professional actor. Even those who act in movies, some of them can't understand acting, let alone ordinary people who have not received professional training. ”

Just as Zheng Ming was muttering to himself in his heart, standing in place in shock, the nameless muttering continued.

"I'm obviously pinching the word for recovery, huh? Why does it have the effect of a pro-word formula? Yes, in essence, spells and mudras are just means to guide the trajectory of energy in the body and facilitate the mobilization of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi.

If you can practice the two-hand print to reduce it to a one-hand print, why can't you do it without the mudra? As long as the body is familiar enough and understands the rules enough, what difference does it make between one hand and no hand?

Hahaha, after all these years of studying and consulting in this world, has it finally come to fruition? I can finally break through the bottleneck. ”

Zheng Ming, who was on the side, also felt that something was wrong when he heard this. No matter how you listen to the other party's words, there is a familiar sense of déjà vu.

"You're a fantasy protagonist, huh? Still understanding the rules? There is also a breakthrough in battle! ”

After secretly complaining in his heart, Zheng Ming no longer hesitated, and rushed towards Nameless with a knife.

"Soldiers, soldiers, fighters, all, arrays, columns, fronts, lines...... Ahem, ahem. ”

As Nameless spit out word by word, the energy around him surged, and each word he spit out brought Zheng Ming a different sense.

Just when Nameless's momentum was getting stronger and stronger, and his injuries were rapidly improving, he suddenly coughed violently after spitting out the words. Blood poured from his mouth, and then the mantra was interrupted, and his momentum dropped several times.

Zheng Ming, who had already rushed to the front, no longer hesitated when he saw this, and slashed obliquely, straight to the nameless neck.