There was no touch of a blade cutting through a vessel, and there was no smell of any blood coming out.

The sudden sense of loss instantly swam through the scarred man's body, and the gap between expectations and reality directly affected his mind, causing him to hesitate very obviously.

As his opponent, Father An naturally couldn't let go of such a great opportunity.

A powerful push, combined with the follow-up kick, directly forced the scar man into defensive mode.

However, that didn't mean the fighting was over.

In fact, Father Ann's side seemed to be in control of the pace of the battle.

The right leg kicked forward, the left leg followed, and the sturdy scepter was waved with both hands, and the scarred man was brutally beaten to the point that he could only parry again and again.

In the face of Father An's strong onslaught, the scar man's own mind was shaken a little.

He began to enter into what is called 'introspection'.

It's been a long time since there has been a situation like this for many years.

Why was the blade that should have been won by the other party?

He never got it right.

If he hadn't closed his eyes and was immersed in a false victory, he might have been able to see it.

It's a pity that this opportunity is no longer available.

The other party's movements are so coherent, and the intention is so obvious, obviously he wants to take advantage of his distraction to make a break.

That's fine.

Instead of focusing on why you 'missed', you should start to save the day.

Once again, he glanced squarely at the man in front of him, who had been chasing him with a scepter in hand.

It's a tough character.

There is no doubt about that.

In fact, after all, he should have expected it a long time ago.

After all, his indisputable son has proved it with his life and end.

What is the reason for him to despise the other party?

Is it arrogance?

No, pride.

The experience accumulated over the years has made his body familiar with every rhythm on the battlefield.

Therefore, when he saw that someone who had barely been on the battlefield became his opponent, he couldn't help but feel a trace of contempt in his heart.

It was this contempt that made him misestimate his own strength and underestimate his opponent.

It doesn't matter anymore, though.

As long as he can choke the throat of 'victory' again as usual, this small loss in front of him is a big deal.

After thinking clearly, the scar man swept away his previous decline, and began to face Father An's head drink, swinging a powerful diagonal slash.

The sound of Jin Ge from the moment the blade and the scepter collided, brought the two of them to look at each other with numb hands.

"It is worthy of Demi's father, and in such a situation, he still has this calm courage."

Father Ann said while relieving the pressure on his fingers, looking at each other approvingly.

"Hmph, you're not bad."

The scar man obviously didn't say as much as Father Ann. However, his tone still revealed a lot of identification.

The break is like a pause in the ring, and although it seems calm, it is more tense.

The two were wary of each other in a highly tense atmosphere, and they were secretly buying themselves any time to rest.

Finally, when they were completely unable to endure this atmosphere anymore.

The battle horn sounded between them again.

The first to attack was the scar man, perhaps because he had been in a passive situation before.

So, he unceremoniously grabbed a lead here.

The advantage of the first hand is very obvious, and the scar man who pressed his body forward to the left directly slashed to the right with both hands, so that Father An, who was half a beat slower, could only block with a staff.

This led to a stalemate between swords and scepters, and another time of competition.

The scar man who has already seen the strength of the priest is naturally impossible to compare with him stupidly who has more strength.

So, he made a bold idea. Deliberately sell a flaw to the other party. In this way, the opponent will inevitably bounce his blade away.

In that case, he can take advantage of the gap between the opponent's body and turn and slash with one move to solve this difficult guy.

Just as everything was as he had imagined, the blade was indeed bounced off by the other party.

What awaits him is not the flaw of the other party, but the poke of the scepter.

The scarred man, who didn't realize such a change of tricks, only came to his senses in pain and blood after being poked blind in one eye by the sharp tip of the cane.

"Do you still want to play?"

Father Ann looked at the scarred man, and retracted his scepter in parallel, placing it on his chest.

"Play? Do you think this is 'child's play'? ”

The scarred man who was blinded in one eye was already impetuous, and after hearing Father An's words, his turbulent state of mind was once again shocked.

You know, the desire to win has always made his blood full of control of the battle.

Never once would he have been unable to control the outcome of a battle.

Not once.

It is precisely because he is born with this ability that he can enjoy the joy of battle in addition to pride.

But now, he can only taste humiliation and arrogance in the hands of the other party.

How is this possible?

How can such a thing be tolerated?

No, he does not accept such a reality.

Clenching the blade in his hand again, Father An was the only one in the scar man's eyes.

Now he has completely abandoned all distractions, leaving only the determination to win.

He was convinced that if he did, he would be able to return victorious, as he had always done.

The blade held high above his head was now aimed squarely at where Father Ann was. As long as he swung it lightly, the blow that gathered all his pride and glory would surely bring him the victory he expected.

That's what he thought.

But what if he 'misses' again, as before?

The self-doubt that he had never had shook his determination, and the self-suspicion that had never appeared before began to give him the illusion of unconfidence in his own strength.

Although it was only an instant, it was successfully captured by Father An on the other side.

The smile on the corner of his mouth is so annoying, and the momentum between the other party's feet is so leisurely.

All this is as if to tell yourself that you will 'fail'.

No, such a thing cannot be tolerated.

The firm heart warned the scar man, if he couldn't even defeat the opponent in front of him, how could he continue to let the pride that started with him continue to remain in his heart?

After all, the blade was swung smoothly.

Not for anything else, just to convince yourself.

It's a pity that from the moment he swung it down, he was already aware.

He lost, very completely.

Even though the sword light he swung was very imposing, it couldn't hide that the sword light was off target because he only had one eye.

Even though he still held the blade in his hand that could resist the enemy, but the defeated fighting spirit could no longer stop the other party from walking towards him leisurely.

"You should have realized that you are not the only one with brains in this world."

Father Ann took out the scepter in his hand with a blank face, knocking the scarred man who had lost his fighting spirit to the ground.

The heavy scepter left an irreparable mark on his fragile skull amid the screams of despair from the other party.

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