The cheers dispersed, and the onlookers subconsciously refrained from making any noise, fearing that their interference would affect the performance of the two in the center of the venue. This was of course an unwarranted worry, Leon and Mlos were clearly not warriors who would be affected by some small thing, and after a tentative brief collision, the two distanced themselves again, their brains trying to think about the information they had gained from the sword and hammer collision just now, and guess the actual strength and speed of their opponents. This is a very experience-testing task, and if you don't have a lot of battles with the same type of opponent, no one can estimate the depth of the enemy in front of you.

Fortunately, Mlos never lacked experience in fighting with aliens, especially humans, and the elven warlords, as the most active rangers, often led their own teams and even wandered alone at the edge of the forest. If you're only going to stumble into the forest, it's not too bad to meet an elf with a hammer in his hand, and he'll just rudely drive you out of the shade. However, for those who try to cut down trees and poach animals, the hateful Mlos never cares if it is a desperate act to make ends meet. Some self-proclaimed righteous lords or knights also tried to go deep into the forest to fight this murderous long-eared demon, but in the end they failed to make it out of the jungle, becoming a new stain on the seeds of hatred.

In contrast, the Greylion and their elven neighbors, despite their usual friction, have never fought more than three digits since Siggert ascended the throne. More often than not, the knight in charge of the forest border simply warns the inhabitants not to approach the forest too easily, and then goes about their work with the rangers after exchanging a few glances at each other in the trees. This is the main reason why Mlos's name did not spread among the Greylions, and the relationship between the Greylions and the Elves was even friendly compared to the rest of the neighbors.

But this also means that Leon, who is the captain of the Greylion Knight, has not fought against elves for many years. The only thing that can make the blood lion feel good is that the long life span of the elves makes it difficult to change the way they fight, and often the humans have changed two or three sets of weapons before the elves begin to try to adopt those unstable "new technologies". In the case of a warrior, once the combat style has been formed, it is difficult to change it, because doing so on the battlefield is no different from committing suicide. Leon began to look into the depths of his memory, paying attention to the enemy in front of him, and digging through the old attic with some faded memories, and in the process, many things that had been deliberately forgotten by the knight chief were pulled out along with him.

"What's going on with that guy? He looks a little different. "Clarus's keen sense of smell made him quickly detect the change in the knight chief, this is not to say that Leon's appearance has changed, but as a warrior, the demon descendant has noticed that the temperament on the other party's body has changed very sharply. Compared to him now, even the blood lion that swept the nezumi on the city walls during the Battle of Molten Iron looked like it was wearing a thick scabbard.

"Oh, that elf is in trouble, big trouble. The last time I saw Leon like that was or, well, many years ago. The dwarf said with some schadenfreude, rubbing his hands together to ease his anxiety. André remembers the first time he met the knight, and the other party was like this, with an undisguised ferocity, as unapproachable as an executioner who was ready to cut down with an axe held high at any moment. How many years have passed? Time has made people forget why Leon was nicknamed the Blood Lion.

Mlos's brow furrowed, as an opponent, the elven general was the one who intuitively sensed the changes in Leon. His instincts told him that his odds were fading as the Blood Lion woke up. He couldn't accept this result, and in an extremely rare occurrence, the arrogant avenger chose to take the initiative. "Buzz!" the Seed of Hatred's hammer made a dull thud, following its master's right arm in a deadly arc through the air. The blow was swift, and it was clear that despite the use of a heavier weapon such as a warhammer, Mloth's emphasis on speed as an elf had not disappeared. The hammer struck Leon on the left shoulder, and Mloth was ready to be dodged or parried, and he would make the human feel the elven hatred of the angry waves, and his incessant thrashing was enough to overwhelm a seasoned warrior.

"Ding!" The expected parry, Leon was unwilling to back off and give up the initiative in the fight, so he deserved to turn sideways and use the hilt of his long sword to parry the Prism Hammer. The seeds of hatred bounced off with the force of the reaction, forming the cause of Mloth's second attack. "Hah!" the hammer slammed down again, this time to the knight's ribs from the lower right. The Blood Lion stepped forward with his right foot, and then turned his hands upside down, leaving the sword in the path of the opponent's attack again. Heavy weapons are difficult to change in swing, which is one of the few good news for knights.

"Ding, ding, ding!" The elven soldiers' expressions were excited, and it seemed to them that the battle had been firmly controlled by their own general, and that human could only parry under the attack of the prism hammer, and had no power to fight back. Komlos probably couldn't agree with them, the elven warlord's attack was getting faster and faster, and his attacks were getting heavier and heavier, and only he knew how much strength it would take to sustain such a high intensity of hammer blows, and the momentum accumulated on the Seed of Hatred could make the hands in his hands burst up. Five more times, and if he hadn't smashed the seeds of hatred on Leon after five times, it wouldn't be a surprise if the Warhammer had broken his hand or his own finger had broken.

But for the Blood Lion, let alone receiving five more moves, the numbness in his hands made the knight doubt whether he could catch the next attack. At the same time, the subtle changes in the sound of the collision also alerted Leon, he knew that his longsword was not in good shape, so he parried with the strongest part at the beginning, but after these few moves, even if he tried his best to avoid it, the wear and tear of the weapon was still beyond his expectations. It is necessary to break this situation and complete the change of situation within three moves.

In the first move, Mlos's hammer smashed down on Leon's head from top to bottom, and the elves rarely held the hammer with both hands. This means that this attack may be much more powerful than the previous one, but it may also be a trap. The Blood Lion didn't want to do this kind of useless multiple-choice question, he took a small step back, his right hand holding the sword raised, and used the tip of his sword to meet his opponent's attack. This is a very dangerous move, and if successful, the knight can change the path of the opponent's attack with very little force, miss Mlos's attack, and even use this gap to launch a counterattack. However, the slightest carelessness can also lead to bad consequences, ranging from a broken weapon to a blow to the chest with a hammer.

The two weapons were getting closer and closer, and the spectators on the edge of the dueling arena all subconsciously held their breath, no shouting, no threat, and the suffocating silence erupted at the climax of the battle, turning into a triangle iron in the variation of the music! Leon's tactic succeeded!, but the knight's face didn't show a smile, and the touch on his hand told him that the opponent didn't use all his strength to hit the blow, which meant that he wouldn't be able to get the results he wanted if he attacked with the momentum. Now his state is very bad, unless it is a winning attack, he can't waste his physical strength, thinking about this, the blood lion did not turn defense into offense, and let this rare good opportunity slip away.

Put a long line and catch big fish.