When the two gates slammed shut, the arena's ancient bell rang by itself, symbolizing the entry of the challengers, and all the ballistas on the walls changed their previous staggered standby state, and rose to their feet, aiming at the two people in the arena.

Bahad was excited and angry at this time. He was thrilled that he could kill the remnant of the former dynasty with his own hands, but he was angry that Camille, the wreck in his eyes, had revealed all the truth. And as an ordinary person, he really dared to imagine that he was a dignified army commander, and the Great Khan proposed a one-on-one confrontation.

In the eyes of the arrogant Bahad, Camille's behavior was not courage, but a complete contempt for himself, which made him so annoyed that he wanted to tear apart the dignified enemy in front of him now.

"Anyway——! How dare you say that? ”

Tapping his hammer to the ground, Bahad slowly approached Camille, taking a defensive stance, his scimitar across his side.

"Challenge me? Why are you!? ”

The hammer slammed out, driven by Bahad's might, and smashed like a meteor towards Camille's head.

The blow was so fast and heavy that Camille seemed to stand still as if he hadn't reacted at all—and that's it? There was an uproar from the crowd watching, as if the end would appear in an instant.

In the hideous smile, the hammer was about to smash up, but in the conference room at this time, there were different opinions.

"It's hard work, the moves are not flexible, this kid has absolutely no formal training"

Karn seemed to be in a good mood today because he could watch others fight after a fight, and he talked a lot, and he had always been indifferent, and he actually began to discuss the game.

"You can win with a knife, but the knife is useless." Sandra's voice was so melodious, like the Siren's singing, that everyone present had no doubt that she could seduce the haughty and indifferent blood god Karn.

"Hehe-hey - the Brotherhood has been playing with scimitars for three hundred years, but it's far from what that idiot thinks!"

Nagash, the "Master of Death", seemed to know more and joined the discussion at this point.

While they were talking, the mutation had been born!

With the hammer in his hand, Bahad did not feel the special texture of hitting the fragile flesh of the person, but directly split into the air, smashed directly on the ground, and did not even splash a little stone slag.

The body was carried forward by the overly heavy sledgehammer, and the sword in the other hand hurriedly propped up the ground and stabilized the figure.

"Huh?!" As soon as he looked up, there was a figure in front of him, and then Bahad felt a stabbing pain in his sword-wielding arm, as if it had been cut by something.

"Just because I have a great deal of people waiting for me to save, just because my father trusted you so much and died at your hands!"

Camille's knife flashed in his hand, throwing off the sticky blood, and he didn't know when he had run behind Bahad, looking at him indifferently but firmly, and scolding coldly, what he should have said two years ago.

"Ahh Bahad's right hand was scratched, and the blood remained on the smooth ground, although it was not deep, but the dazzling red was very obvious, and everyone's hearts suddenly felt that he was no more than a great sweat.

"Bastard! You give me death! Enraged, Bahad completely abandoned his defense and rhetoric, and took turns with his hammer and sword in his hand, and attacked Camille in turn.

"Ding ——!" The blow was blocked, but the next blow of the hammer came, and Camille had to dodge it, and the sharp blade with the sword hit again, cutting off a strand of his hair, and barely dodged.

Bahad entered the state, furious, his eyes split, and he was furious to kill the mortal enemy in front of him. As a martial artist who has practiced for forty years, he is already the pinnacle of a pure-blooded human race. This is still fundamentally different from Camille, who has been pampered since childhood and is now bloated, who can only rely on exquisite swords and body skills to barely parry, but this arena is too small, as long as Bahad is willing, he can quickly force his opponent who relies on dodging into a corner, and then, it will be his victory.

The two of them were caught in a fight, and in the conference room, everyone was watching intently to see if they were expressing opinions that really came from experts.

"Although that Great Khan has a poor character, his ability is actually very strong among you humans, and he has an excellent sense of battle, and he is a natural warrior."

In order to see the battle clearly, the dwarven butcher Grimnir stood directly in his chair. Weiznan, who was also standing in a chair, expressed his affirmation while borrowing the wide field of vision of the gem mask to peek at the demon king.

"Indeed, if Camille kid didn't have anything to do, this match would have ended in less than five minutes——!"

Halfway through, the situation in the field changed abruptly, Camille was trying to dodge the bombardment of the hammer and then blocked, but he didn't expect Bahad to fight with a bruise on his internal organs to forcibly change his moves, and the hammer head that had been slashed diagonally forcibly rose and smashed directly on the scimitar that Camille was about to block with his sword.

"Click——!"

In the end, the scimitar is still a piece of iron, where can it withstand a hundred and ten catties of heavy hammer, coupled with the backward cold wrought iron passed down from generation to generation by the brotherhood, brittle but not finished, the hammer fell on the knife, and the blade was shattered into fatal pieces in an instant.

Debris flew up, and with Camille's broken howl, a small shard pierced his unprotected right eye, bleeding for a moment.

"Hahahaha!" With a successful blow, despite the pain brought by the forcible change of tactics just now, Bahad smiled presumptuously. He's decided to humiliate this waste in front of everyone before killing him.

"What's the matter, my little prince?"

This is how Bahad referred to young Camille when there was no rebellion, and now that he says it, it reveals a piercing murderous intent and an overtly mockery.

Camille struggled to shake off the vertigo from the pain and bleeding, anger and revenge sustained him, and once again barely managed to dodge Bahad's attack, but he was stabbed in the shoulder, and his injuries became more and more serious.

The blood and pain of the enemy made the terrible tyrant and usurper feel unparalleled happiness, and it seemed that he had returned to the night when he killed his former Great Khan, who had been so gracious to him.

"You know, you look exactly like your blind daddy!"

Dropping his weapons at will, Bahad felt that it was too merciful to use them to solve the struggling Camille in front of him.

"Useless persistence and excessive self-confidence are really the wrecks of ——, family!"

With a kick, the tip of the metal boot kicked the man who had just barely stood up into the air, and slammed into the wall with terrible force.

The crowd in the city had begun to lament that the days of being ruled by a tyrant might have been going on for a long time, after all, it was impossible for an unarmed blind man to defeat the infamous Bahad under any circumstances.