As the duel in which Lord Reed, who claims to be the strongest numbered person in the world, participates in the duel, the numberers have paid attention to it, and there is never a shortage of unconvinced guys among people like them, and there is no way to take advantage of the equipment in the arena, maybe if you accidentally defeat Reed, then your name will be much louder in the future, such as the title of the second middle school who defeated the great demon king of Reed, or something, and it is still very attractive in the hearts of everyone.

As Hu Bin's biggest enemy, Lord Lincoln won the first place, and Hu Bin was happy to teach this guy a lesson. Howard glanced at the numberers who wanted to see Reed's joke and secretly said idiot. Reed's strength is something he has personally experienced, although there is an element of superiority in certain equipment, but how weak can those who have the ability to obtain and control these equipment be.

Looking at the menacing Lord Lincoln, some of the numbered people frowned, although Lincoln's movements and posture were not standard, but the murderous aura was real. The few numbered people who have been mixed in the big battlefield know that that that kind of murderous aura cannot be cultivated in ordinary small battles, and Lord Lincoln must have exploded at the moment of life and death, plus the increase in hatred, to have this momentum now. For a moment, those numberers invariably defined Lord Lincoln as a formidable enemy, but the ensuing scene made them unable to calm down.

Hu Bin turned slightly sideways, then used his shield to block Lincoln's wide open and closed slams, and finally stretched out his foot and tripped Lincoln, whose center of gravity was unstable due to the impact.

Looking at Lord Lincoln, who had rowed out a meter on the ground, many of the numbered people watching the battle let out an "oh" and subconsciously wanted to cover their faces. Lord Lincoln rushed too hard, and of course the fall was not light, and it was estimated that the feeling of hitting the ground with his face would not be too good.

Hu Bin raised his one-handed sword and motioned to the numbered people around him, trying to humiliate Lincoln lying on the ground. When Lincoln found out, he grabbed the weapon on the ground and tried to be ruthless while Hu Bin was facing away from him.

Hu Bin heard the movement behind him, swept back sharply, and sure enough, he hit Lincoln's leg, but he also found that the weapon in Lincoln's hand was approaching his face, although Hu Bin struggled to adjust his posture and tried to dodge, but he was still cut through his face, and a line of blood flowed down from the wound. Without the bonus of the holy sword attribute, although Hu Bin reacted, his movements were still a little slower.

Lord Lincoln limped back with a mocking smile on his lips. Hu Bin was annoyed by his carelessness for a moment, and finally decided to quickly end this joking battle. Take a deep breath, raise your shield, run, ram. Hu Bin used a perfect set of movements to complete this heavy and powerful shield attack, and then took advantage of the unstable center of gravity of the blocking Lincoln Lord to frantically attack the powerless Lincoln with the weapon in his hand.

The impact and dull sound continued to be heard from the shield in his hand, and Lincoln found that the sound on the shield suddenly stopped, and he was happy in his heart, Lord Reed must have no strength to attack, and the time had come for him to fight back. But just as he was about to remove his shield, a strong force came from the shield, pushing him backwards.

Hu Bin kicked on Lincoln's turtle shell, looked at his opponent who staggered back two steps, raised his weapon high, and then slashed down hard.

As soon as Lincoln looked up, he saw the blade of the sword falling from the sky, and hurriedly lowered his head again and raised his shield. A crisp sound made Lincoln's heart tremble, and he knew that his shield had been shattered.

"It's time to fight hard." Lincoln puffed himself up, raised his weapon and prepared to fight as he saw a shield get closer and closer to his face.

Hu Bin didn't pause after smashing his opponent's shield with a sword, he quickly turned around, and the shield on his left hand slammed into Lincoln's face with a whistling sound.

After a snap, Lincoln suddenly had mixed feelings, his mind was full of stars, and the one-handed sword in his hand was barely stuck on the ground to support himself from falling, and a line of nosebleeds flowed down.

However, Hu Bin, who wanted to end the battle, did not give Lincoln a chance to breathe, kicked the opponent's crotch to the vital point, and then touched it slightly with his shield, and Lincoln was left to fall to the ground and roll in pain.

The audience was silent, and there was a deathly silence.

"I'm X, it's too vicious." The subconscious words of one of the numbered people woke up the others, and the chaotic whispers immediately rang out from the crowd watching the battle. A few numbered people who wanted to challenge Reed dispelled their thoughts in fear, joking, whoever was hit like this was enough to choke, and Reed's Great Demon King's moves were too fierce. That Lincoln Lord also seemed to be a silver-like pewter spearhead, and he was suppressed until the end, except for the beginning, which was beyond everyone's expectations.

Howard pursed his lips, he knew that Reed was terrible, and he usually talked to him a lot. According to the rank of the warrior, Reed's strength is already at the limit of the low-level Jin class warrior, and he may break through to become a high-class Jin class warrior at any time. Although he didn't use energy skills, with martial arts alone, a warrior of this level was better than most numberers.

Those who have not faced him will not know that low-level warriors will feel oppressive when facing high-level warriors, it is not easy for Lord Lincoln to have such a performance on the field, only a warrior who has really been baptized in blood will have such a tenacious will, otherwise his legs will be weak before he plays. Thinking of this, Howard couldn't help but glance at Lord Lincoln, who was carried away, but he didn't expect this guy to be quite powerful, and he actually hurt Reed.

Hu Bin took this victory for granted, but he was still very excited, not for the bet, but for him to break through. That's right, in the battle with Lincoln, Hu Bin found that he broke through without any warning, which made him feel a trace of inexplicable loss after the long-awaited work, as if he had been busy preparing for the college entrance examination for a year, and was admitted early.

After Hu Bin broke through, he felt different, Lincoln's intention faintly appeared in his heart, he knew that this was the soldier's intuition in play, some people called this intuition the heart of the warrior or the eye of the heart, but in essence, it was derived from the rich experience of the warrior, a kind of prediction of the information fed back to him according to the enemy's movements, this intuition is the basis of momentum, and it is the predecessor of the field of expert warrior force field.

However, compared to the previous enemy, Lincoln gave Hu Bin a feeling that was really a little weak, and the two were just fighting, and it was not a battle of life and death, how could it cause his own breakthrough, Hu Bin was puzzled. If Hu Bin carefully studies the essence of swordsmanship, he will know that there is such a sentence on it, that is, the way of the sword is a way, and it is necessary to relax one by one before it can be improved. Hu Bin first had the idea of teasing Lincoln, and then cheered up because of his careless injury, catering to the truth of one relaxation, so he successfully broke through the bottleneck.

After the advancement, Hu Bin did not get too many changes, it was nothing more than an increase in a few points of strength and agility attributes and a small amount of energy ceiling, the energy combat technique is more fluent and skilled to use, and the power has also increased, and the biggest gain is the comprehension of the warrior's heart.

"I finally didn't get too much left behind by Ted's guy." Hu Bin stabilized his mood, thinking of Ted, who had been promoted to a high-level warrior early, not only was he a little discouraged, but it was really unscientific that the stupid guy who could eat and sleep could break through so early.

In the field below, there are already other numbered players on the field, and in addition to heads-up, there are even team battles. Compared with the aboriginal competitive competition, although there are few numbered people who are skilled in martial arts, but with good physical fitness, they play very excitingly, and there is no numbered person in the field to burst out of energy combat skills, which caused a burst of exclamations from the numbered people watching the battle. Hu Bin smiled, although it is not easy to comprehend the energy combat technique, it is not completely impossible, but it is indeed an accident for Hu Bin to have so many numbered people in the poor demon world to master it, but the thought of the existence of a mysterious store, Hu Bin is also relieved.

Fanta was still watching the off-court encounters with interest, and from time to time she bet on the numbered person she was optimistic about, but Howard couldn't stand it, and this level of fighting was really not attractive to him.

"Go down and move your muscles?" Howard looked at Hu Bin, who was also bored, and tried to suggest it.

"As long as you're not afraid of being beaten and crying." Hu Bin suddenly came to his senses, and since Howard recognized the essence of his battle maniac, he never proposed to fight.

The originally lively arena was quiet again, and Hu Bin and Howard quietly walked into the arena, because the wooden sword could not support the energy combat skill for too long, and both of them replaced with unopened iron swords. Under the attention of many numberers, the referee blew the whistle, and Howard danced a sword flower and made a defiant gesture to Hu Bin.

Hu Bin crooked his neck and smiled, and rushed towards Howard.