"Alright, I'm out!" Mordin appeared at the hatch.

The golden warrior Berkeley put away his knife, slammed the handle of the knife on the ground, and smashed a deep pit with a "bang!", and the picture was very beautiful.

"You're finally out! Come out again and see if I don't smash this turtle shell of yours!" exclaimed Berkeley.

Mordin's "poof!" laughed out loud, this guy actually used the Qinglong Yanyue Knife!

However, this big knife is much heavier than the one Guan Yu used back then.

Guan Yu, as an ancient big man, will not use a big knife of more than 30 kilograms, while Berkeley's knife is a full 300 kilograms!

However, in ancient times, Guan Yu used a long-handled combat knife, which was used on a horse, and you Berkeley was a foot general, what did Guan Yu do? Mordin absolutely believed that with his arm strength, he could definitely dance this broadsword like an airplane propeller, but although the long-handled broadsword was powerful, it was definitely not the best choice for the foot generals.

There will definitely be a flaw!

Mordin knew better.

"I'm sure I'll come out, am I still afraid of your defeat?" Mordin teased.

The two golden warriors in the cabin got up and had to fight again, and when they saw Mordin talking to the big man, they shouted, "Mordin, who is he?"

When Berkeley saw this, he raised the big knife in his hand and shouted, "Why do you still want to fight? You two shit!"

The two were about to have a seizure, but Mordin hurriedly said, "Don't fight, this is an old acquaintance of mine." ”

The two men had just stopped, but they were still holding their swords at the door of the cabin.

"How do you say you're fighting?" Mordin asked, jumping off the ship and confronting Berkeley across from it.

"I know you're fast, so in order to prevent you from playing tricks, you must make a circle this time!"

Before Mordin could figure out what it meant, Berkeley was already carrying a large knife and drawing a large circle of about 10 meters around them.

"You are only allowed to run in here, and if you go outside, you will lose!" said it, and it picked up its broadsword, danced it like a propeller, and attacked Mordin.

Mordin stood still with his knife in hand, Berkeley's broadsword slashing at his head, but it came to a halt a millimeter from the tip of his nose.

"Why don't you do it?" asked Berkeley, glaring.

"I lost!" Mordin said calmly.

"Why did you lose?" Berkeley didn't understand.

"You have a big knife, and half of the circle is occupied by you, how can I fight?" Mordin said with a pout.

"Haha, are you throwing in the towel?" Berkeley smirked.

"It's not!"

"Why don't you admit defeat, if you don't keep fighting, I'll beat you to the point where you have missing arms and legs!" it waved its right fist.

"If on the battlefield, you can find such a circle for you to fight, I will admit defeat!" the young man said coldly as he squinted his eyes at Berkeley's smug face.

"What? you want to fight with me on the battlefield?" As soon as he heard that there was going to be a war, the eyes of the golden warrior suddenly lit up.

"Almost! We're going to make this a battlefield. Mordin pointed to the empty space in the warehouse and said, "Let Boss Li bring something over, it looks like a battlefield!"

"Good, good!" Berkeley agreed.

At this moment, Boss Li heard movement upstairs and came down to check what was going on.

"Come on, come here, help me move things!" Berkeley recognized Boss Li, and as soon as he grabbed Boss Li's arm, he dragged him over.

Boss Li was taken aback when he saw that he was a robot golden warrior.

"Mordin...... What's going on?" he exclaimed.

"It's the Berkeley Warlord of the 'Good Again' Weapons Shop, and it knows you!" Mordin couldn't help but laugh when he saw them pulling together, remembering the scene that day.

"Oh...... What are you going to tell me to do?" Boss Li hurriedly nodded.

"You bring some more stuff here, I'm going to have a good fight with Mordin here!" Berkeley shouted with a big hand.

Boss Li didn't know why, he looked at Mordin.

"Just pull some clutter over here and make some obstacles here!" Mordin pointed.

"Okay, good, this is easy!" he hurriedly called for a loading truck and pulled the dozens of tons of shelves out of the warehouse.

"Arrange it, you're familiar with this!" said Mordin to Berkeley.

"Okay!" Berkeley excitedly commanded the loader to lay out its battlefield, and he also deliberately asked the excavator to dig several deep trenches in the middle of the debris pile!

The battlefield was quickly arranged, and Berkeley took his sword and walked around the field, feeling very satisfied.

"Will this work?" it asked Mordin.

Mordin nodded in approval.

"Okay! Then come on!" it waved the Qinglong Yanyue Knife and made a gesture of raising a stick to stab the sky: "Come over here, don't be it! If you lose this time, I will take you and smash the turtle shell together!"

"What if you lose?" the boy asked quietly.

"Haha! That can't be!" Berkeley seemed to hear the funniest joke: "If I lose, my ship is out there, and you can do it!"

"Alright, come on!" the boy said as soon as he burst out of his body and slashed Berkeley in the neck with a sword.

"It's a good time!" the golden warrior swept his sword, and the big knife sank vigorously, carrying the sound of the wind, grazing the top of Mordin's head, hitting the iron pile on the side, and popping out a burst of sparks.

Mordin was just about to attack the cat on its lower plate, but Berkeley pressed his right hand, retracted the knife, and slashed at Mordin's back, and he had to roll and dodge. Berkeley took the opportunity to dance the Blue Dragon Glaive like a windmill, and pressed towards Mordin step by step.

Its knife was fast and heavy, and in front of it, Mordin's knife was like a toy knife, and Mordin didn't dare to use the knife to block it, even if it was accidentally touched, there was a risk of being knocked off.

It can be seen that Berkeley is a warrior who has fought from the battlefield, and the obstacles piled up on the field have no effect on it at all, but it can use those debris, noises and flying debris to interfere with Mordin's judgment, and the complex terrain has not only caused obstacles for it, but has become its help.

On the other hand, Mordin can only be forced to hide in Tibet and be in danger.

The battle was raging in the cargo yard, and the two golden generals of the Long Dragon Group stood at the door of the spaceship cabin, watching Berkeley in the yard become more and more courageous, and Mordin had no chance of winning, they couldn't help but shake their heads, and glanced at each other, as if they meant to say: What if this kid is defeated, what if that big man really comes to smash the spaceship?

Boss Li also hid on the side of the spaceship at this time, he never understood why Mo Ding recruited this golden general, although he didn't know how to fight, but looking at the posture in the field, it was already a doomed thing for little Mo Ding to be cut down.

Outsiders watched the excitement, but is this really the case in the field?

Although Berkeley is powerful, heavy-handed, and experienced in actual combat, its routines are simple and flawed!

This is the conclusion that Mordin has slowly come to after surviving the initial stormy attack!

Although Berkeley's long knife has a large offensive range and seems to be airtight when dancing, this guy's routine is not right, it treats the Qinglong Glaive Knife as an ordinary war knife, and the whole routine is nothing more than a repeated combination of five actions: splitting, sweeping, wiping, picking, and stabbing, and there is a big problem with its picking!

Picking, also known as a bottom-up counter-split, is a powerful action for a gun or a one-handed knife. However, the brave Berkeley general, when he applied this action to a long weapon like the Blue Dragon Glaive, there was a problem of turning the blade.

The action of picking appears when the blade is down, and when it is close to the ground, it suddenly rises upward, and it is no problem to single knife or gun, and it turns around with a flick of the wrist, but the big knife is not good, it has a momentary pause to turn the blade up, and Berkeley invented the blade to turn the blade in the process of the back of the knife first going up, and its biggest flaw is that when it makes the action of picking, it also habitually takes a step forward, wanting to increase the strength of the upward provocation with the help of the strength of the arch of the foot.

The flaw appears in this step forward! This is equivalent to leaning forward at the moment when one's blade does not form a lethal force, and sending the opponent to attack!

Fighting here, Mordin already knew in his heart that the guy Berkeley, due to the lack of tempering of opponents with comparable combat power for a long time, gradually developed a casual and willful personality, and it often acted recklessly, wanting to rely on strength to suppress the opponent and quickly achieve victory.

But the opponent it encountered this time was Mordin, a cultivator with a powerful practice simulation ability, and after quickly adapting to those simple routines, the boy could already start to pass the sword into Berkeley's attack range to disrupt its swinging line.

Mordine now only needs to wait for an opportunity to win with one blow.

The opportunity soon presented itself.

Berkeley forced Mordin to an iron shelf, first a sweep, Mordin short to avoid, Berkeley's big knife pumped back pressure, this is called "wipe", straight to Mordin's neck, Mordin rolled to the left side to avoid, Berkeley's knife head retracted, just in front of Mordin's chest, it seized the opportunity, followed further, the big knife up .......

"Good time!"

Like a big cat curled up, Mordin bounced violently, his left foot just stepped on the back of the Blue Dragon Glaive, and his right foot kicked Berkeley's oncoming head with a thousand strokes, kicking it right in the jaw, kicking it backwards and falling backwards. Mordin took advantage of the force of that kick, his body spun violently, and the war knife in his hand slashed at Berkeley's neck.

"When...... Bang dang! bang bang!" After a few loud bangs, Berkeley was slashed to the ground, and the Blue Dragon Glaive was thrown far away.

Berkeley sat on the ground with his hands propped up, stunned for a long time and did not get up.

This sudden change in the interior shocked the two generals of the Changlong Group with long mouths, and they didn't react for a long time.

How is this possible, the robot man who has an absolute advantage was actually cut to the ground by that teenager in an instant! Could it be that the big man was too careless and fell for the teenager's tricks.

No way! Mordin will never win!

Boss Li, who was hiding on the side, was also very happy, the invincible robot golden warrior was actually cut down by his little friend Mordin, he was so happy that he danced and cheered loudly!

Berkeley sat on the ground, wondering in his heart!

Obviously, he was about to use a killing move, ready to provoke Mordin, why did he suddenly become lying on the ground? It was also thanks to its strong armor, otherwise Mordin's knife just now was enough to make its head move!

This little guy is ruthless enough!

It touched its neck with its hand, and a faint knife mark appeared there.

"What trick did he just use?" Berkeley sat on the ground and thought about the action.

"By the way, he jumped up on the back of my knife and kicked me!"

It remembered!

"Knife back! Yes! It seems that I was careless, so he caught the flaw!"

Berkeley strained his hands and rolled over and jumped.

"I didn't pay attention just now, and I fell for your trick. It cried out, "Again, again!" and it turned and picked up the broadsword on the ground and lunged at Mordin again.

"Isn't this Laipi!" Boss Li shouted over there.

Berkeley turned his head and glared at him fiercely, causing him to shrink his head and shut up.

This time, the Golden Warlord was very careful about his knife routine, and he tried to keep the blade facing Mordin, without leaving the back of the knife to Mordin.

However, due to the incoherence between the moves, there was a brief pause in each action change, and more flaws appeared, and Mo Ding quickly seized the opportunity and was cut to the ground again.

Berkeley became more and more annoyed the more he fought, and the more he fought, the more unconvinced he became, knowing that his strength and battlefield experience were stronger than his opponent's, and the blade in his hand also grew a lot of his opponent's, but why was the opponent always found an opportunity to hit the ground with one hit, and he slashed the opponent thousands of times, but he didn't succeed once?

It was unconvinced, and was cut to the ground again and again, until Mordin reminded it that the armor around its neck was about to be cut off, and it threw down its broadsword in frustration and raised its hand to admit defeat.

"You've won!" it cheered up this time.

"But I just don't understand why you've caught a flaw every time!"

"You use the broadsword as a shortsword. "Mordin holds a knife against his ribs in his right hand, and puts his left hand behind his back, with the style of a martial arts master.

"Think about it!" he reminded.

"yes, I've always used it that way, what's wrong?" Berkeley still didn't turn the corner.

"The long knife is far away, the short knife is close, you use it the other way around!" Mordin still stood still, he was very affected by the current feeling.

"This ......" Burke scratched the back of his head with his hand, "I know the reason, but what is wrong with me?"

The Golden Warrior is not ashamed to ask at all.

"You take a step back when you attack!" Mordin was not conservative: "You take a closer look!" He pointed out his opponent's flaws and tricks.

"Huh......" Berkeley was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly came to his senses.

"That's right!" it cried out by slapping its thigh, "Why didn't I think of this flaw!"

As soon as it turned, it picked up its broadsword, "Come on, come on, fight again!" it shouted to attack Mordin.

Mordin smiled slightly, he stretched out his left hand from behind his back, and pushed forward with his palm: "Come on! I'll accompany you next time!"

Berkeley had no choice but to put away his sword.

"My warship is parked outside, so do whatever you like. It gestured cheerfully to the open space outside the warehouse.

"Okay, I'll see what the treasure is!" Mordin stuck his knife behind his back, no longer bothering to pretend to be a grandmaster, and ran towards Berkeley's gold-class battleship.

He probably didn't notice that the golden nameplate that Berkeley had embedded on his chest, representing combat power, had inadvertently darkened a lot. After this battle, Berkeley's combat power has taken a big step from the gold general level to the dark gold war general level!

If the nameplate turns completely black, it's a Legend!