On Arret Mountain, listening to Bruce's plan, Mo Wen was stunned.

"Are you crazy?" Mo Wen looked at Bruce in surprise, "Those are the souls of the three strongest barbarians, no one is their opponent, only we can defeat them all together!" ”

"What! You want everyone to go with you! With an expression of surprise greater than Mo Wen, Bruce looked at him as if he had never known him, and suddenly Kurkek's words rang in his heart that night.

"Seattle? He may be a gifted man, but he is by no means a true warrior, let alone a real barbarian, and there are some things that he simply does not understand! ――”

"Hahaha-" Bruce burst out laughing as he shook the entire Arrett Peak, and as if he had let go of some long-standing burden, or had figured out something, he laughed so wildly that tears flowed from his eyes.

Mo Wen's face was a little ugly, "What are you laughing at!" ”

Pointing at Mo Wen, Bruce shook his head slowly, "So you don't understand-"

The familiar words made Mo Wen feel annoyed.

"What the hell are you trying to say!" Mo Wen's face turned pale.

Bruce glanced at him, shook his head, but said nothing, and strode towards the top of the mountain.

What made Mo Wen even more upset was that even Lilian and the others looked at him with strange expressions.

Almost everyone except Volia had a strange glint in their eyes, and Lilian looked at him again, as if she had noticed something interesting.

Farri opened her mouth. As if she wanted to say something, she grabbed Gina, who shook her head slightly-

The summit of Mount Arret. The white clouds were at the feet of everyone, and from above, the majestic mountain city of Hagaros looked like a building block in the hands of a child. The sun shone on the altar on the top of the mountain, and the three stone sculptures were now covered by a thick layer of ice and snow, but the posture of shouting towards the sky was strong and powerful. But the momentum of the ancient barbarians who are indomitable and look at the world is vividly reflected, and behind the altar. It was a majestic fortress, and the iron gates were tightening at this time.

Looking at the three figures on the altar who were taller than Bruce, Mo Wen took a silent breath and wanted to step forward. Turn the text on the altar.

But a hammer stopped him.

Beneath that firmament. With his back to the ancient altar, the top of Mount Arret, Bruce roared loudly at Mo Wen, "Come on! Seattle! On the top of Mount Arret, the last holy place of the barbarians, stake all the fame and glory of the barbarians, I, Bruce. Tuke wants to fight you! ”

"The winner will be given the right to challenge the Ancient Trial alone!"

Mo Wen's face became ugly, and he shouted loudly.

"Bruce, you don't understand, the fortress behind you. Baal is slaughtering the troops left behind, and every second the world gets closer to destroying Miè. Do you really know what you're doing! ”

But Bruce yelled even louder.

"It's you who don't understand! Seattle! Do you know what this place is? This is the last holy place of our barbarian race, and this is the glory of all barbarians for thousands of years, and you want to defile the sacred trial that has represented the highest glory of barbarians since ancient times, and disgrace the barbarians! It's you, not me, who don't understand! ”

Mo Wen gritted his teeth and laughed angrily.

"So even if this world is destroyed and all barbarians are exterminated, you still have to stick to this bullshit tradition?"

Bruce fell silent, and after a moment his head was raised, his expression more stern than ever.

"Yes! Even if all the barbarians die, the glory of the barbarians will not be tarnished! ”

"Maniac!"

Looking into Bruce's eyes, Mo Wen knew that everything was a foregone conclusion, and he raised the scepter in his hand.

"You don't understand! ――”

Bruce shook his head and raised the hammer in his hand.

"Really?" Mo Wen sneered, "When I beat you so hard that you can't get up, you may be able to come to your senses!" ”

The surroundings were silent, and Lilian and the others looked at this side, but none of them stopped them.

"Hah!" A loud howl came from Bruce's mouth and resounded throughout the top of Mount Arret.

The next moment, the two of them rushed towards each other at the same time.

An iron-striking roar resounded on the top of the mountain, and the two figures kept staggering.

The scepter in his hand swayed out like a torrential rain, and under the power of enthusiasm, Mo Wen struck at Bruce again and again, and the huge hammer blocked Mo Wen's attack like a shield, but that's all, under Mo Wen's rapid attack, Bruce could only retreat step by step.

"What's the matter, Bruce, is that all your so-called glory is all about?" Mo Wen sneered, but the attack in his hand did not stop at all, and as soon as his body turned, he came to the other side, and the five staff shadows attacked from the other side of the hammer.

"Or did you use a weapon that wasn't suitable for you, making your strength weaker?" Glancing at the Immortal King's Soul Crusher in Bruce's hand, Mo Wen sneered, "Only the weapon that suits you is the best!" How can you, who are accustomed to two-handed swords, use a giant hammer well! ”

The scepter in his hand accelerated, and Mo Wen slashed through the iron hammer, and the tip of the staff slammed into Jacob's chest.

With a silent tapping, Jacob snorted and took a few steps back, his face flushed.

But he shook his head, and the sledgehammer in his hand swung again. "You don't understand! -- Some things are held on to with life, even if they don't fit! ”

This kind of words again, Mo Wen was angry in his heart.

"Look for death!"

Revenge!

The scepter glowed with magic, and then jerked at Bruce.

There was a whistling sound of wind, and the scepter slammed into Bruce's body.

Surprise and surprise appeared on Mo Wen's face at the same time, but the next moment his face changed, and he raised the shield in his hand.

With a blast that almost pierced the air, the Soul Breaker slammed into Mo Wen's shield.

The invisible force almost swept Mo Wen out.

He took several steps back. Mo Wen's face was also flushed, and his chest was faintly stuffy, and he raised his head to look at Bruce, who was half black.

"Reckless! Don't you want to die! ”

Gently spit out a mouthful of blood. Bruce laughed loudly, "You don't understand! This is the top of Mount Arret, where I will not lose and cannot lose, this is the battle of life and all dignity! ”

Laughing, Bruce's image was unprecedentedly tall in Mo Wen's eyes, it was no longer a little ghost who was defeated by himself again and again, and the shadow of long-term failure seemed to be far away from Bruce. At this time, he was more confident than ever.

Reckless! Reckless! Reckless!

Attacking frantically, Bruce completely ignored the scars left on his body, and instead brandished a hammer and continued to attack. Under the heavy blow, the entire mountaintop shattered, and deep cracks spread from the ground.

Although he left one wound after another on the other party's body, Mo Wen frowned. It was also the first time he had been on the back foot in a battle with Bruce. That desperate style of play made him have to keep retreating.

Finally, after the Soul Breaker swept over his head again, Mo Wen erupted.

"You seek your own death!"

The redemption of Gracewald in his hand suddenly bloomed with white and red light, and the aura of holiness and evil exploded at the same time.

Passion + revenge!

The scepter suddenly turned into a curtain of light visible to the naked eye.

Bruce's Soul Breaker was blasted high by the light curtain, and the remaining light overwhelmed Bruce in an instant.

Looking at Bruce who was strangled by the light curtain, Mo Wen breathed a sigh of relief, the combination of revenge and enthusiasm could be said to be his strongest attack, since he stepped into the sixth order with the help of Tyrell's angelic power. He quickly mastered all the skills, and then began to think about the fusion of skills. It was not long ago that certain results were achieved.

was hit head-on by the fusion trick, coupled with the redemption of Grace Walder, who is comparable to a divine soldier, Bruce will be seriously injured if he does not die.

But the next moment, the giant hammer swung in the light curtain suddenly broke his expectations.

Reckless!

With a hammer body that had begun to crack, the Soul Crusher seemed to roar madly, blasting out from the light curtain formed by Gracewald's redemption and slamming it into Mo Wen.

"What!" Mo Wen watched as the Soul Breaker blasted towards him.

'Bang! The unprecedented sound of metal clashing, under the bombardment of the soul crusher, the red and white light curtain stopped, and the shield of Mo Wen flew out of his hand, and the whole person also flew out.

"Ahem," Mo Wen, who fell to the ground, coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, and then struggled to stand up again, the armor on one of his arms was broken, and the arm was bent unnaturally, and blood flowed down his arm.

Bombarded head-on by the Immortal King's Soul Crusher, the ultimate weapon, the Heart of Griswald, the magnificent armor, could not afford it.

However, at this time, Bruce's appearance was even more miserable, the soul of the Immortal King of Divine Armor had been blasted into scrap metal by Mo Wen, and his body was full of deep visible bone scars, and Sen Sen's white bones leaked out of it, and it seemed that the beating heart in his chest could be vaguely seen.

And the Immortal King Soul Crusher in his hands has also appeared one after another cracks, and it seems that it will be shattered in the next moment.

His face was covered in blood and wounds, but Bruce suddenly burst out laughing.

He gripped the Soul Breaker again.

"Come on! Seattle, let's do it again! ”

At this moment, Bruce seemed to resonate with the whole Arrett Mountain, and in the midst of laughter, the whole world seemed to roar.

Raising the hammer with both hands, a breeze swirled around the handle.

Frenzy!

Bruce went berserk without dual-wielding his weapon.

"Kill!"

Recklessness after madness!

The Soul Crusher is like a dragon that is going to the end of its life, delivering the final blow with boundless momentum.

"I'm not going to lose! How could I lose! Looking at the roaring dragon, Mo Wen lowered his head and muttered to himself, and the redemption of Gracewald in his hand once again emitted a dazzling light.

Passion + revenge!

Bang out again!

Black collides with red and white light.

A loud noise, a blinding light.

The next moment, a figure flew upside down, and the bones of the body made a sound in the air, and listening to the sound, at least seven or eight bones were broken.

And after seeing who the figure was, the women watching the battle exclaimed.

"Modi!"

"Your Highness!"

Unable to fall to the ground, Mo Wen vomited blood, but his eyes were fixed on another figure.

His whole body was about to fall apart, but Bruce had a victorious smile.

"Seattle, you've lost!" (To be continued......)

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