Despite Billy's displeasure, he eventually acquiesced to my play-up. (Small^Say^Clan^Small_Say_Net)

After all, he is just a battle maniac, only eager to satisfy the desire to fight in his heart, not a restless person in the simple sense.

Once the setup was decided, we had a short strategic discussion.

It wasn't until ten o'clock at eight o'clock that our opponent appeared unhurriedly in the lounge.

Uniform and straight uniforms, proud and glorious eyes, delicate and expensive weapons, these temperaments that only belong to the most elite members of large guilds, are vividly reflected in them.

Putting aside the strength for the time being, this temperament alone is enough to make many unknown small guilds tremble.

Yura glanced at the other party and whispered in her ear, "They're strong. ”

I couldn't help but wonder, "You fought against them?" ”

She nodded, "I fought them when I was at the sixth level, and we lost. ”

"What is their fighting style?" I asked.

"Very tough," Yura said, "and very good at attacking." ”

"Would you like to change your strategy?" Yang Jiao was a little worried and said, "There will always be flaws in defense." ”

"There will always be flaws in attacks" I squinted, stared at the other party's leader, and said slowly: "I'm afraid our attacks won't be as fierce as theirs, so compare defense and patience with them, I don't believe it, in a battle, you can't even find a flaw." ”、

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8:29 a.m., Arena XIII.

I stood behind Jackson's shield, staring coldly at the opposing shieldman a few meters away.

The big shield is completely different from the big shield held by Jackson, the gorgeous, noble, and exquisite beast totem is carved outside, and the whole shield surface is very majestic, on the other hand, Jackson's big shield is gray, and there are countless fine lines on the shield surface, as if the mirror surface has been scratched.

Comparing the two, it instantly seems that we are very lo.

Sighing slightly, I secretly rejoiced: "Fortunately, the content of the competition is a competition of strength, not gorgeous." ”

With a whistle, the battle officially began.

As in the previous battles, the first to attack is always the shooter.

The opponent's archer must have been ready to attack, and at the same time as the whistle sounded, a feathered arrow shot at our big shield with lightning speed.

At the same moment, Lirea also fired a small but powerful bolt.

Feather arrow arrows, wrapped in a cloud of blue light, and crossbow arrows, wrapped in a cloud of red light.

The two arrows passed by, let out a low whin, and immediately separated and flew towards each other's targets.

In the middle of a breath, the feather arrow had already slammed into the big shield, and at the same time as the muffled sound started, the blue light that wrapped the arrow burst out with a strong magic, and a palm-thick layer of frost spread from the tip of the arrow, and in the blink of an eye, it had covered the entire shield surface.

At the same time, the crossbow arrow also hit the center of the opponent's shield accurately, and with an explosion, the scorching wave of air exploded, and the heat destroyed the shield over and over again, trying to burn the majestic totem.

An arrow is icy, an arrow is scorching, and the first move can be described as inferior.

Looking at Jackson holding the shield, he still held the shield in one hand and the sword in the other, squatting in place, not moving at all, until the power of the ice magic was released, he struck the shield with his sword, knocking off the thick layer of ice shell that was attached.

Looking at the shield hand on the opposite side, the shield surface has been raised slightly, blocking the entire body, revealing only half of the helmet that wraps the head.

When the heat dissipated, he poked his head out and shook his shield slightly, presumably to dissipate some of the heat.

After a single blow, the magic missile exploded like fireworks, overwhelmingly smashing into each other.

I kept an eye on the trajectory of the huge number of magic missiles, aimed at one of them, reached out and grabbed it, and as soon as I grabbed it in my palm, I felt a burst of tension from my palm, which was the power generated by the explosion of the magic missile.

I felt the strength of the power and had a point in my heart, but just one of them didn't mean anything, so I took off my right gauntlet, aimed at the magic missile again, chose the one that seemed to be the largest, and grabbed it again.

As soon as my finger touched the magic missile, it exploded, and suddenly, a powerful force slammed into my finger.

My fingertips were slightly numb, my palms were raised, and I could clearly feel that the brutal force from the magic missile was forcing my palms apart inch by inch.

"You want to push me away?" With a cold snort, I was ruthless in my heart, and my arms and palms exerted force at the same time, and I drove straight into this force against this force, and when my fingers reached the center of the brutal force, I slammed it again and squeezed it fiercely.

There was a soft thud of the wave, a nearly transparent ripple, centered on my fist, and it swung in all directions, trembling slightly as it hit the magical barrier.

There was silence for a few seconds, and suddenly there was a shout, and the onlookers cheered.

Ignoring the cries around me, I slowly withdrew my hand and spread it out, and I saw that there were several tiny blood marks in the palm of my hand that were healing at a very fast speed.

The moment I saw the bloodstains, I couldn't help but be slightly stunned, this large magic missile could actually hurt me?!

Just as I was thinking about it, a strong wind suddenly attacked, subconsciously turned my head, and looked in the direction of the strong wind, and a feather arrow wrapped in the crimson ** method was shooting towards my right hand.

Hide? Or is it a block?

In an instant, two options popped into my mind at the same time, and I didn't know which one to choose.

I was stunned when I felt a scorching heat pierce my right hand, and at the same time, an explosion exploded in my ears, and the blast forced me to take half a step back.

A second later, a sharp pain came from his right hand, and when he looked down, he saw that his right palm was already a blur of flesh and blood, and there were even a few places, revealing his white bones.

As I stared at the blurred flesh and bones, I ignored the pain, the exclamations of my teammates, and even the magic missiles that kept coming and going.

Because, I found that at this moment, I was laughing.

Yes, I'm just laughing.

Laughing because of the serious injury to his right hand.

Laughing at the just right feathered arrow.

To be able to shoot such a beautiful feathered arrow at such a good time, this archer must be quite not simple.

To be able to release so many magic missiles at the same time, and also to be able to mix in them magic missiles that are enough to hurt me, this magician, is not simple.

It is no easy shield to withstand the heat unleashed by the scorching magic and hold on to the end.

In a team, if there are three strong teammates like this, will the other teammates be worse?

Recalling the first impression when I met them, I hooked the corners of my mouth and smiled slightly: no wonder they are so proud, so glorious, all of this is based on strength.

They are formidable enemies, the first team of formidable opponents they have encountered so far, and it is a great honor to be an adventurer to be able to fight against them.

Maybe we will lose this battle, but at least, the brilliance of losing, at least, let's go all out and shine the light!

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