Ingreil smiled, "If your ghost dance moves are aggressive, then my Mist Shadow dance moves are defensive. In front of my Shadow Dance Steps, the only thing you can attack is my fake form. ”

"Misty Shadow Dance Steps...... "The dragon whispered.

Ingreil held the water sword in front of him and said, "Now, I'll end the fight with this defensive stunt." ”

Sou!

As he spoke, Ingril quickly rushed towards the dragon, and the water sword stabbed straight at the dragon's chest. With such a simple attack, the mad dragon didn't want to dodge or block it, but directly held the big knife and smashed it hard. Although he knows that his strength is not as good as Ingrid, with his strong explosiveness, he will not suffer in this state of hard fighting.

He was right, but only if Ingril didn't know how to dance in the fog.

Sand!

The explosive power of the dragon easily shook Ingreil away, and the ejected Ingrid turned into a cloud of mist and dissipated into the air as it moved.

The dragon's mouth opened wide in astonishment, and at this moment Ingreil had appeared behind him, and when he found it, Ingreil's sword had already stabbed him.

The dragon's reflexes were not slow, and he squatted swiftly, and while crouching, the big knife slashed towards Ingreel.

Ingreel didn't dodge either, just like that, and met the dragon's attack, but despite this, the dragon didn't have a trace of joy or excitement, because he knew very well that the blow was only in the mist.

It is true that at the same time that Ingreel's fake body turned into mist, the real body appeared on the side of the dragon, but at this moment, it was different from usual, and Ingreil's speed increased a lot.

The dragon didn't have time to dodge, and there was no suitable space for him to react, and Ingreel's sword stabbed into the dragon's armor.

The water sword looked fragile, but the armor of the mad dragon, an authentic dwarven product, also appeared a shallow dent. The dragon had a throbbing pain in his chest, spat blood from his mouth, and flew backwards.

A lot of time passed, and when the real fight started, thirty minutes was not too long, and Ingril didn't want to fight any longer, so he followed the trajectory of the dragon's fall and rushed out with him.

Syllable!

The dragon was indeed very resilient, and in the fall, he stepped on the ground with one foot, and his toes firmly stepped on the ground, and his whole body actually stood up. And the big knife in his hand directly met the rushing Ingrid.

There was no trace of panic on Ingreel's face, and it was this expression that made the dragon fall into disappointment once again.

Sand, sand, sand!

The dragon wielded a broadsword, took out the limit of his body, and quickly slashed at Ingreel beside him, but each time, Ingreil would turn into mist, and the other side of the dragon would receive a fierce blow.

The mad dragon thought to himself, if it wasn't for the boss giving him this set of enchanted bronze armor, he might not be able to hold it now.

The situation on the field calmed down the emotions of the audience, and the dragon's multiple injuries and crumbling body made everyone realize that there was no suspense in this game.

Chucks also sighed and whispered, "Although the old madman is very strong, Ingrid is even stronger!"

Zhao Yan didn't speak, just looked at the arena blankly.

The dragon is still suffering from being attacked, and all the supporters who have come from Manchester City to cheer him on are in pain, and they have the impression that the dragon is the kind of person with tenacity and perseverance.

But now, they're even a little shaken.

"Dragon, don't suffer any more, you can't beat him. ”

"There's no point in you working so hard to carry it. ”

Everyone knew in their hearts that the two opponents of the dragon, Zijun and Ingrid, were too far apart. If you say that you are so persistent in carrying it when you are competing with Zijun, it is promising and promising. But if he still does this game, it can only be said that he is stupid.

The audience's words naturally make sense, but what they see is often only on the surface, because the dragon is not a 100% stupid person. At many critical moments, he can think of some ways to make wisdom out of urgency, and this is his quick wisdom.

He endured the pain, and his mouth was still screaming and screaming, but his eyes were always shining with a sharp aura.

He's observing, he's paying the price of pain, buying himself time to deliberate, to strategize. Although he didn't know the principle of the Fog Shadow Dance Steps, he summed up a set of truths in his mind.

He recalls in his observations, analyzes in his memories, and every time he attacks Ingrid, it is so real. But in the next moment, he turned into a false phantom. However, when this phantom disappeared, it was also the moment when he reappeared and was attacked. So can you think that the moment the new Ingreil appears, he is the real person?

In other words, it takes a while to transform the manifested body into a phantom and perform the Mist Shadow Dance steps, and this time is so fast that every time a new Ingril appears, the dragon immediately cuts down and still only hurts the fake body, which means that his attack speed has not caught up with the speed of his skills.

Through analysis, the dragon judged the time difference and direction of Ingrid's real and fake bodies, and had a plan in mind.

He wanted to use extreme speed to make up for that crucial moment.

The next moment, just when the audience was a little lazy, the situation on the field suddenly changed. The dragon was no longer silent, no longer repeating the same movements, no longer being beaten, but bursting out of battle qi, using explosive power to spread the fire light attached to its body outward.

Ingreel was attacked by the battle spirit, and was catapulted out, turning into a cloud of mist as before.

At this moment, the dragon gripped the broadsword, his teeth clenched, and his eyes kept shooting around.

In the next second, his head tilted sharply, sensing a blue light flashing from his side.

Ahh

There was a roar, and the dragon erupted with the most astonishing sound of the entire game.

"Savage Charge!"

Boom......

Stormy like a wave, irresistible like a torrent. At the moment when the new Ingrid was born, a spark exploded behind the dragon, and he was like a mad bull, shaking his body and galloping towards Ingril unscrupulously.

Although the dragon was crazy on the outside, he was extremely clear inside, because he knew that he had seized the best opportunity with the speed of the savage rush. Soon, Ingreil will be knocked out by him, and he will win this match of great honor.

What could be more exciting for the dragon than defeating Ingreel, the best student of the Ancient Saint Rois?

This scene made the entire arena freeze suddenly. The performance of the mad dragon once again witnessed his explosiveness and quick wit to everyone.

Rumble!

The dragon's shoulders slammed into Ingreel's stomach like a thousand pounds, and everyone held their breath and watched Ingreil's reaction in a daze.

They know full well that Ingrid's reaction will determine the outcome of this match.

; Perhaps except for the few Taishan Beidou sitting on the rostrum, no one knew whether Ingrid was a flesh-and-blood person at this time, or a phantom composed of a cloud of mist.

The dragon pressed tightly against Ingrid in front of him, and the feeling he brought to him was so real.

The dragon believed that the pain he had endured should have exploded.

Every part of Ingreel's body faded little by little, turning into countless small water particles, some slowly sliding down, some suspended in the air.

The dragon's eyes widened in astonishment.

Sand......

The next moment, Ingrel's body disappeared again, and a new one stood behind the dragon. Between him and the dragon, there was a long water sword, and the end of the water sword was aimed at the dragon's back and neck, where there was no armor to connect it.

The audience was immersed in a blank situation.

Wow......

After a few seconds of pause, enthusiastic cheers and cheers erupted.

The applause of more than 100,000 people cannot be truly described, but can only be said to be earth-shattering, the earth shaking the mountains......

The dragon stood there stunned, with his back to Ingreel, and he lost. He lost the game, but he didn't lose the supporters who were bullish on him. The supporters who came all the way from Manchester City to cheer him on him still called the dragon's name because they were still touched by the dragon's perseverance. The reason why he lost can only be said that the opponent is too strong.

This man named Ingreil, the most outstanding student of the ancient saint Luohua, was indeed not injured by the dragon.

Ronk walked over slowly, glanced at the back of the water sword and the dragon's head, raised his left hand close to Ingreil, and said in a magical voice: "In the first game, the ancient saint Rohua represents, Ingreil wins!"

Rumble!

Although the situation on the field has already explained the problem, when the referee actually announced the verdict, the cheers on the field were much more enthusiastic. And Ronke, as rumored, did not have any selfishness towards the people of the Emperor Manwen, and made this judgment very impartially and selflessly.

Ingreil walked slowly over to the dragon and tapped him on the shoulder. The mad dragon glanced at him and said lightly: "I did lose......"

Ingreil smiled lightly and said, "If I only have a B rank, I must not be your opponent." You lost, but you're strong!"

After a pause, Ingreil said again: "Practice the ghost dance steps well, the power of this stunt is far beyond your imagination." ”

With that, Ingreil walked to the middle of the arena and bowed to the crowd around her. The dragon stared at him blankly, still reading what he said.

Practice the ghost dance steps well, the power of this stunt is far beyond your imagination......

What is the relationship between this guy and Clark? The master didn't say such a thing to me, but he said it so firmly?