Chapter 22: The Duel

"As the second person of the 'Fist of Orega', you can come in person, and you think highly of me as a foreigner." Frank said unhurriedly, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"You are very strong, the strongest existence I have ever seen among the human race, even comparable to Lord Orega, we should pay enough attention to such a powerful enemy." Jurash was honest and direct, and he reiterated again, "This is an internal affair of our clan, are you sure you want to meddle?" Humanity may not have any chance of winning against a powerful god. Yurash's tone was full of threat, if it were an ordinary human, it was very likely that he would be intimidated by the powerful appearance of the Protoss, but Yurash had obviously found the wrong threat.

Frank laughed when he heard this, "You are not as strong as you think, and humans are not necessarily as weak as you think, on the contrary, humans are stronger than you think, and it will be a big loss to despise this race, man." ”

On the edge of the human base base, Celantis sent an observer to quietly dock here, and when Frank talked to him, he telepathized with the ghost agents on the ship, and Celantis has authorized the observers to closely monitor this place, so that the Dark Templar who has no hidden advantage has at least the strength to fight, and even with the help of distant firepower, he can gain a certain advantage.

Frank's face turned cold, "It's useless to talk more, let's talk about it." ”

His words were like a signal, Lawrence and the others immediately assumed an armed posture, and the ghost agents put on their helmets that had long been taken off, and with the information provided by the observers, the hidden advantage of the Dark Templars would no longer exist, and it would be a hard power contest.

Yurash stopped talking. The left hand slowly clenched into a fist, and under the indifferent eyes, a dark green energy light blade appeared in his hand, and his men showed their weapons one by one.

"Kill!" Yurash scolded, and his legs erupted with an astonishing impact, and the blade roared past with an afterimage. The whole person took the lead in launching the horn of attack.

Frank didn't say a word, he simply threw away the shotgun in his hand, clenched his right hand into a fist, and a silver-white dazzling blade flashed out, and his body rushed towards his opponent with a bow.

The remaining 11 Dark Templars didn't drag their feet in the slightest, and they split into two and outflanked Lawrence and the others from both sides.

At the same time, the two bosses, Yurush and Frank, made their first contact in an instant, and two sharp blades slashed at each other with a hollow-breaking track. Silver-white and dark green blades collided crosswise, and the scorching light source crackled, and the dark green and silver-white light illuminated the faces of the two bosses respectively, and the two pairs of murderous and indifferent eyes stared at each other less than thirty centimeters away, and did not give in to each other.

At the beginning of the competition, the two sides fell into the mode of "wrestling wrists", and it was impossible to see which side had the advantage, and the stalemate lasted less than 5 seconds, and both sides closed and retreated at the same time. Neither of them will give the other a chance to breathe, almost separated and caught up in the fight again. The crackling valley sound caused by the impact of the blades, and the eerie sonic boom of the light blades as they danced in the air.

"Full fire!" Lawrence let out a loud shout, and as a fierce battle erupted between the two leaders, the six Ghost Agents were also divided into two groups, and one group of three fired wildly at the two Dark Templars who had been copied from each other.

The sound of guns firing instantly became the dominant sound on the battlefield, and the ghost agents did not skimp on bullets. Bullets erupted from the muzzle of the gun, and the Dark Templar was very strange and agile, but the Ghost Agent's marksmanship was not comparable to that of ordinary marines, although the Dark Templar was able to avoid a large number of bullets. But in such close quarters, and in the face of the gunmen being ghost agents, they still hit a lot of bullets. The shield value of the Dark Templar who was shot was decreasing at an alarming rate.

"Keep suppressing! We must not allow them to come near us. Lawrence roared.

Melee combat with Protoss warriors is undoubtedly known for its short hits, and Lawrence is well aware of this, and they will suffer greatly in close combat. Despite their good enough, the Dark Templars were able to break through their firepower threshold with overwhelming numbers and under the cover of energy shields.

A Dark Templar seized a hard-won opportunity to spot one of the weakest Spectre Agents, a target with a PSI of 6.8 units, and he didn't hesitate to attack it, a blade capable of slicing through all metal slicing through everything from above at the weakest Spectre Agent. The latter saw its sharp blade coming diagonally and vertically, and subconsciously used the firearm in his hand to block the attack of the light blade with the only object.

The light blade cut through his shotgun without any resistance, without any slowdown, and the blade continued to slash according to its original trajectory, the ghost agent looked at the sharp blade that slashed towards his head in horror, and he moved his body slightly in quick reaction, his head was sideways to the edge, but his body was still within the range of the blade's attack.

"Ah~~~"

A scream with a long tail echoed in everyone's ears, and the ghost agent's left shoulder and entire left hand were severed, and the white collarbone at the flat wound was instantly stained red with blood, and the arteries burst and began to rush blood.

"Cover!" Lawrence roared, and just as he turned around, another Dark Templar seized the opportunity and leaped forward in an instant, slashing at his neck with a blade of light, intending to cut off his head with a single sword.

At the same time, the scream had already caught Frank's attention, and he saw a Dark Templar strike at Lawrence in his spare time, and the moment Frank's right blade collided with Yurash's blade again, he quickly reached out his left hand and aimed it at the Dark Templar who had struck a fatal blow at Lawrence in his afterglow.

The Dark Templar's blade of light slashed at Lawrence, who seemed to feel the coming of death, he turned suddenly, and at the last moment, Lawrence suddenly turned around only to see the remnant of the dark green blade of light swept between his eyebrows only three centimeters away, and in this moment, his heart almost suffocated.

The Dark Templar was shocked as he felt his body being pulled by an invisible force, and his entire body was confined to the air.

Slowly, in fact, it was just a snap of his fingers, Frank's big hand waved to the side, and the Dark Templar who was instantly bound in mid-air was torn apart by an invisible force and thrown to the flank, hitting the wall made of stainless steel hard, the Dark Templar felt that his skeleton was about to be shattered, but after all, he was a powerful Dark Templar, this heavy blow obviously could not kill him, but the shield value of the body was shattered by this blow, Frank as one of the strongest single combat power, Although his blow was only a partial energy attack, it was also a blow with as much force as possible, and it was almost the same for these Dark Templars, if not a fatal blow, and the combat power of the two sides was not at the same level at all.

Although the difference between the PSI value of 9 and 10 is only one unit constant, this is a qualitative leap between the single number and the double digit, and the entire human race has no more than 5 ghost carriers who have broken through the double digit of the PSI value, and its incredible rarity also reflects the unimaginable power.

Not to mention that this attacker is a presence whose PSI value is about to break the 12 unit constant.

Although it didn't kill him, the bullets that followed were okay, how could the ghost agent miss such an excellent opportunity for revenge, the Dark Templar who had just gotten up and had not even come to stabilize his position instantly ushered in the baptism of countless bullets, and his body without shield protection was easily penetrated by bullets, especially the firearm in Lawrence's hand, which shot madly and unfatally.

The dark green liquid surged over the Dark Templar's body, the impact of the bullet causing his entire body to tremble, and finally he fell to the ground with a cold corpse, and the blade in his hand dissipated.

"No!" Yurash looked at the fallen Dark Templar and let out a roar of rage, the distracted Frank didn't expect it for a while, only to see Yurash's other hand attack Frank's right arm, the right hand with the light blade was knocked away and thrown backwards, Yurash turned and leaned against Frank, and his left hand with the light blade hanging down below took advantage of the trend.

Frank was startled, the dark green light blade was getting closer and closer in his sight, and in an instant, he felt a hot burning sensation coming from the side of his left face, the dark green light blade cut into the edge of his left jaw, cut through the skin of the side of his face, continued to rise and slashed the edge of the corner of the eye, the ligament of the goggles was cut in an instant, a ligament was broken, and the goggles popped out instantly.

"Inhale ~~~~~" a breath of cold air poured into the lungs.

Without the shield of the goggles, I can clearly see Frank's expression at this moment: his lips are apart, his teeth are exposed, the upper and lower gums are clenched tightly, his forehead is instantly bruised, his eyebrows are wrinkled into the word "Chuan" in an instant, and the cold and thin air in the ash world is sharply inhaled into his lungs through the teeth.

Frank instantly retreated, his left cheek twitched slightly, and a wound more than ten centimeters long from the side jaw to the edge of his forehead was particularly dazzling, and the blood overflowed evenly on this long wound, flowing to the chin, and the wound even had burning smoke.

Yurush's blow almost sent him to the Devil's Gate, and the sharp corners of the blade even touched the frontal bone, and Frank could deeply feel that the bone at the end of the wound, that is, the side of his forehead, was hanging a few millimeters deep.

Frank fell silent almost instantly, his face no longer twitching, the long wound as if it were not his, only a pair of indifferent eyes staring at Yurush, his fists clenched tightly, ligaments creaking.

"Lawrence !!!" Frank let out a frantic roar, his face looking extremely fierce against the long wound.

(To be continued...... (To be continued.) )