Crystal shards reflecting the light of the dark red sun formed in the air, but before they could be added, they were knocked off by the scimitar.

If Hassan had the slightest fear of Muhadi's psionic powers, it was not at least not evident from his actions. He was like a boulder carved out of the hot wind, and the ugly scimitar was clutched in his gloved right hand. There are no metal armor on the body, only light armor made of insect shells and leather tanning.

It seems that he dressed it this way to cope with my psionic powers. Muhadi thought that it would be impossible to force him to lose his weapons or his armor with the ability to burn him.

"Go up and fight him!" shouted from among the onlookers, who seemed not to want to see a blind retreat.

Muhadi himself traveled lightly, except for his shins, gauntlets, throat guards, and armor. He wore only soft leather and smooth linen underwear, and a plain white robe. Most of this equipment was bought at the bazaar yesterday, but it doesn't add up to half the protection of Hassan's body.

Muhadi kept circling his opponent in circles, luring him to attack, hoping to drag it until his opponent showed a flaw or couldn't even lift his knife before launching a counterattack.

The distance between the two duelists was no more than ten feet, and there were no witnesses. This kind of tribal jousting is like this, there are no referees, no rules. The only constraint is that those who resort to the next tactics in full view of everyone will be forever looked down upon by all onlookers.

With no one to guard them, it can be very difficult for a psychic to show off his abilities in front of a good samurai. At least, the current Muhadi can't do that.

The boy thrust with his scimitar, but Hassan used his bracer to cut the head of the knife, pushed it to the side, and then swung his scimitar at his opponent. Muhadi dodged unharmed, and the scimitar stabbed again.

Hassan slashed at the boy's cutlass, but his opponent quickly retracted. Then came another assault, this time with the tip of the knife slicing across Hassan's chest, making a tooth-aching sound like a fingernail cutting through glass. It slice through a small piece of robe, leaving a white trail on the shell.

Muhadi made a gesture that showed his psychic powers, forcing his opponent to cling to him without breathing. Hassan slashed at the boy's head with a heavy charge. The latter dodged the blow lightly, "You're too sluggish, the sun will set and rise before you can cut me." ”

Compared to the last duel between the two, Hassan has prepared some tactics to deal with psionic energy. However, Muhadi's progress is even more obvious, and after combining the battle premonition and the elven sword technique of this world, he can be regarded as perfect in battle.

"Put away your, human!"

"My name is Muhadi, not human. Muhadi stabbed Hassan in the abdomen with agility, but to no avail. But Hassan's backlash also failed. The boy's scimitar swung around his opponent's body, reaching in and out like the forked tongue of a viper, feint at the upper plate and take down the lower body, stabbing the lower yin, waist and knee respectively.

However, Hassan dodged two of the blows, and the third slashed at his shell armor, and none of them were successful.

The boy continued to spin in circles, stabbing and retreating, pulling his opponent's movements along with his chances of victory.

Both were sweating profusely due to the strenuous activity. The sweat on his face was stained red by the blood of the dried lizard, and it slowly flowed down, even restricting his ability to observe.

It was a stalemate for a long time. They came and went in the clearing, constantly circling in circles. Hassan's onslaught again and again missed, while Muhadi's scimitar slashed at the bracers, thighs, and even the chest. However, none of them could break the defense, and the only time the teenager tried to perform a psychic stab was also interrupted by a resolute approaching onslaught.

Hassan muttered and cursed at times, but most of the time he was dullly focused on the fight.

"Call me Muhadi, elf. The boy was not silent, and at the same time shook his sword. "And then never judge my race in front of me. He shouted. "It's time to teach you some basic etiquette. He shouted.

The onlookers cheered one after another, and there were many elves cheering for both sides.

The audience swarmed towards the two samurai, squeezing forward inch by inch so that they could see the truth. Originally, the open space was enclosed in a circle, but now the circle has gradually shrunk.

Muhati dodged a swing and flanked his opponent's upper body. Hassan tried to knock the scimitar out of the boy's hand repeatedly, but such efforts were as useless as trying to chop the wings of a fly in flight.

Hassan charged, and the boy jumped out of the way and turned behind him.

Hassan's movements seemed to be a little sluggish, and he didn't turn in pursuit as quickly as he had done on previous occasions. "Don't hide there!"

Muhadi didn't answer, just flashed to the right.

"That's enough!" Hassan took two big steps and slashed at the boy's head, forcing him to back away again.

Muhadi had almost retreated in front of the onlookers, and seeing this, Hassan charged towards the boy with all his might. "Die!" the tip of the boy's knife slammed into the armor piece on his chest, and was unloaded to the side. Hassan rushed into range of the blow, and his scimitar immediately pulled out a blur of light and shadow, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and fiction.

This was the opportunity that Hassan had painstakingly created, and the onlookers screamed and fled everywhere, and the scene was chaotic, greatly limiting Muhadi's evasion space.

However, this is also Muhadi's strategy, and there are many people, so he has a chance to use psionic energy to win.

Muhadi pulled a elf and pushed it forward, and Hassan had to stop and avoid it. Then the boy kicked up the sand and turned to blend in with the scattered onlookers.

Now is the chance! Hassan's movements were also restrained by the onlookers, and Muhadi gathered his spirit and began to show his powers.

The sound of crystal shards forming in the air suddenly rang out from behind and on both sides of Hassan, and then the terrible sound of breaking through the air drowned out the shouts of the crowd.

How could this kid's psionic energy come so quickly this time!Hassan was so shocked that he had to risk letting his guard loose and bow his head forward, avoiding the crystal shards that shot from behind him and from both sides.

Muhadi did not give him a chance to get away with it, and immediately rushed head-on and stabbed him with a scimitar.

Hassan's body had not yet regained his balance and could not avoid the blow, and he could only watch as the scimitar stabbed into the gap between the armor pieces of his waist.

The stab was not deep, probably only a few inches in. But Muhadi did not dare to take any more risks, and immediately drew his scimitar and turned to Hassan's back. Wounded beasts are the most dangerous, and he has long learned that a single negligence can kill his opponent before he loses his strength completely.

The gamble just now was beautiful, and Muhati knew that it was too late to create crystal shards to attack his opponent, so he simply showed another spiritual ability and created a sound that simulated the fragments breaking through the air, and sure enough, Hassan was anxiously fooled.

The wounded elven warrior fell to his knees on one leg and tried to turn around, but it was too slow and too slow. Muhadi came back from behind him, aiming for his head.

The last thing Hassan saw was the yellow sand in front of him growing in size until it filled his entire vision.

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