Juggernauts, a title reserved only for the most elite warriors of the orc race, are not only skilled in swordsmanship, but also masters of stealth and deception.

"Taste my blade!"

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and Samuro suddenly appeared, roaring and clenching the sword in his hand and attacking Kazik from behind.

It was too late to turn around, and without activating the transformation of the gods covering his whole body, Kazik didn't dare to use his body to resist the slash of the orc sword master. As you can imagine, the target of Samuro's slash can only be the softest part of his body, and the orc swordmaster, who is proficient in the art of killing, knows where to be the enemy's Achilles' heel.

Looking ahead, it was the orc slave owner Rhaegal and his ghost wolf.

Without hesitation, his body turned into a violent wind, not only dodging Samuro's slash, but Kazik rushed straight towards Regar, and intercepted again!

"Kill one first!"

With a lunge, Kazik slammed into Regal's arms, knocking him out with a huge impact. It was too late, the magic in his body surged, and the lightning energy clinged to Kazik's fist, and a heavy punch was struck, hitting the orc in the head. Boxing!

boom

Caught in a state of fainting, unable to dodge at all, Regar flew out like a broken kite.

boom

He threw his body and slammed into the stone wall of the arena, causing Rhaegal to suffer a second injury.

"Wow!"

Howling in pain, Rhaegal opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the wolf helmet on top of his head fell far away.

Seeing this scene in the arena, the audience who was still shaking the sky and cheering just now, and the audience who was still cursing endlessly at Kazik just now was silenced for a moment, as if they were choked by the neck.

"Rhaegal!"

Compared with the shocked and speechless audience, Samuro was even more shocked, he clearly knew that his friend's strength would not be weaker than him. But even so, Regar still can't survive a single move under the blow of Chief Kazik, is his strength really so huge?! Shouting out, reminding his friend, the Orc Sword Saint rushed over desperately, his side tightly guarding the two clones.

"Ah~~~"

Feeling as if all the bones in his body were shattered, he was alerted by his companion and suddenly looked up to see that the fierce Sandfury Chief was running towards him again.

"Damn ......"

After a punch, Regar was still alive, and Kazik was also surprised, this is not just a fighter's boxing skills. Whether it's a Storm Hammer or a Thunder Strike, warriors can wield these extremely powerful lightning and thunder energies. With nothing to do, the traverser was wondering if it was possible to use the energy of thunder and lightning to strengthen his attacks?

'Orc...... It's really a race with strong vitality. ’

Sighing, Kazik didn't stop there, this Regal didn't have any kind intentions towards him.

'You brought it on yourself!' Hey? ’

As soon as he approached Rhaegal, Kazik thought that even if there was one more blow, Mother Earth would not be able to protect him, and before he could do anything, he saw the orc slave owner roll on the spot and turn into a ghost wolf.

Stunned, Kazik let the orc run away.

Ghost Wolf Transformation?! Fork! Running skills?!

Zi Zi La ~ Zi Zi La La~

The head of the person in his hand actually slipped away, and the anger in Kazik's heart rose again. Clenched his fists, a furious bolt of lightning energy flowed through his arms and fists.

The ghost wolf, the two mirror doppelgangers, and the original figure of the orc sword saint Samuro, the four targets were rapidly approaching, slightly sideways, and the other side of the arena that Regal had run to, the green light was flickering as his hands danced, and he wanted to heal himself.

In the audience, seeing Regal escape, and the elf was faintly surrounded, there were earth-shattering cheers and shouts.

'What the hell is this, the home advantage is obvious?!!' Maybe it's just a few of his own Sand Fury troll subordinates cheering for themselves, right? ’

The thought flashed in his heart, and then he looked at his fists, and the lightning energy on them was already shining.

"Taste this!"

Kazik roared, a loud sound that nearly drowned out the shouts of all orcs and darkspear trolls in the audience. I saw him raise his arms high and slam down to the ground, and the lightning energy that had been condensed for a long time spread out in all directions, covering the entire arena. Thunder strike, burst lightning, and an enhanced version!

"Damn it!"

Samuro felt bad, unable to avoid the shock, the intense electrical energy rushing through his body, and he felt his entire body become sluggish, and all his movements were severely hindered.

"Damn!"

On the other side of the arena, he had just applied a healing spell to himself, and Rhaegal couldn't avoid the thunderous blow, and the lightning energy was also flowing through his body.

It's not that you can't avoid it, it's that you can't avoid it at all. The arena is actually quite large, but the thunder blow that Kazik uses has a wider range.

Fortunately, the stands of the arena were high, and the lightning energy did not affect these spectators. But even so, feeling the immense power and unusually gorgeous effect of this move, the orcs and the dark spear, they were silenced again, and the only thing that was still ringing in the arena was the cheers of those sandfury trolls.

Bang, bang

Hit by this lightning energy, only two soft sounds were heard, and the two doppelgangers of Samuro were scattered. Even if it has a good attack ability, the mirror clone will never be as strong as the Sword Master himself. Surprisingly, Regal's ghost wolf has not yet been defeated.

It doesn't matter, because the whole gladiatorial match is almost over!

With a cold glint in his eyes, Kazik stared at the orc sword master closest to him. Speaking of which, the Traveler and Samuro don't have much of a holiday, at least that's what he thinks.

'I'm sorry, Samuro, you're out of luck. Hehe, who's calling this an arena? And in competitive gladiatorial battles, there will always be casualties......

Amid the exclamations of the spectators in the stands, Kazik's wind-like body was already rushing towards Samuro or intercepting.

Facing the Sand Fury Chief who rushed over, the Beast Sword Saint was already so frightened that he couldn't speak, the only thing he could do was to hold on to the long sword in his hand, which might be the last moment of his life.

In the first clash, Samuro was comfortably defeated by Kazk. After a hellish grind, he thought that his strength had improved by leaps and bounds, and it was. But even so, in the face of the Sand Fury Chieftain, the Beast Clan Sword Saint couldn't see that he had even the slightest chance of winning.

'Not reconciled! ’

His heart was unwilling to scream, and his whole body burst out with violent anger, and in an instant, Samuro's eyes became blood-red. Although his body was severely affected by the severe sluggishness of the lightning energy in his body, he used all his strength to swing the long sword in his hand and slash at the onrushing Kazik.

"Humph! Naive! ”

Affected by the thunderous blow, in Kazik's eyes, Samuro's movements are really slow.

Sticking out his left hand, the traverser easily grabbed one of Samuro's arms, and the orc Swordmaster's slash was forcefully contained. At the same time, the right fist slammed into Samuro's abdomen, boxing!

boom

Having had much the same fate as his orc companions, Samuro was also knocked flying. Hit hard, his hands were empty, and the fallen sword was firmly caught by Kazik. Does that count, disarm?

"Woo~~~"

At some point, the ghost wolf had approached from its side, but unfortunately, its bite was of no avail.

Not only boxing, as a fighter, Kazik also likes to use one-move kicks. Kicks, this is not a thief's patent. It's just, the traverser is a random kick, flying kick?!

"You're dead!"

With a slam movement of his left hand, Kazik threw Samuro's sword at the ghost wolf that flew far away, and threw it heroically!

"Samuro, get up!"

"Get out of the way, Regal, get out of the way."

With a single throw, the ghost wolf was finally scattered, and when he turned around, Kazik stared at the two hard-hit orcs. The arena, which had been silent just now, was noisy again, and compared to the strange elves, the vast majority of the audience was cheering for Samuro and Regal. There is a difference between intimacy and intimacy.

"You're done, Samuro!"

Rhaegal was farther away, and Kazik slowly walked to the side of the orc swordmaster, his eyes shining, and the sound of those curses was heard in the high stands.

Samuro struggled to his feet, and although he no longer had any hope of survival, he still had to stand and accept his death.

Thinking of something interesting, the traverser's face was instantly filled with a bright smile. Although he was smiling, he made the Beast Sword Saint feel even more shocked.

With his arms wide open, Kazik hugged the orc, and the injuries on his body were really serious, and Samuro couldn't break free at all.

"Come, hug ......"

Kazik hugged the Orc Sword Master tightly, his deep words slowly ringing in Samuro's ears.

"Have a ...... Love"

"Ah~~~"

Kazik's arms tightened tighter and tighter, and the orc swordmaster felt that his bones were about to shatter, and he couldn't bear it anymore, and Samuro let out a miserable howl.

"Don't Warcraft!"

Have love, not Warcraft!

The traverser was full of malice in his heart, and he couldn't let this orc go again.

'Since you are facing me with the sword, it is your own death!' Am I killing my sister in my arms?! It's a pity it's an ugly orc......

……

In a hurry, Sal followed the messenger to the Valley of Honor, and Sinsala, the sand caller, came with him. Right in the Valley of Honor, just outside the Circle of Courage arena, there were earth-shattering shouts from time to time, crazy curses from time to time, and sometimes noisy and unusual, and silence for a while.

'Damn! Swear? The spectators in the arena, if Kazik and Samuro were in the arena, those spectators would not have cursed Samuro. ’

Indeed, no matter what, intimacy is always different. The orc chief Thrall had a bad premonition, and if Samuro had the upper hand, the audience, his people, should cheer.

'Don't get into trouble......

Stepping up, ignoring the little goblin selling tickets at the door, Sal and his entourage broke straight in.

'Damn! ’

The little goblin cursed and beckoned his companion to stop Sinsara's party. The orc chieftain doesn't have to buy a ticket, and some of you alien yellow-skinned trolls dare to play tricks?!

Inside the arena, looking at the center of the field, Chief Kazik was hugging the orc sword master tightly. The crowd was so noisy that they couldn't hear Samuro's slight screams. Curious, what are these two guys doing when they hug each other?

"Chief, you're finally here. I'm sorry, but I can't stop them from fighting. ”