This is the end of the verbal exchange, and the fist and foot exchange has just begun.

Neither of the two men in the prime of life dodged, neither of them backed down, just like two steam trains on the same track in the time of the pre-ancient kings, after the brake valve and emergency braking device failed, they collided without hesitation.

In the ensuing atmospheric explosion, in the sound of bone dislocation that sounded like firecrackers, in the muffled snort that came from time to time, fist to fist, foot to foot, and even the head itself could become an offensive weapon. This not a long battle was simple but intense, and the close-quarters shortfights that were close to zero left no one a chance to hesitate or hesitate, and all the choices only happened in an instant and ended in an instant.

Undoubtedly, this intuitive battle of abandoning thinking is more beneficial to Amy.

But the advantages are only relative.

When the two people who had temporarily exhausted their strength were separated by the same thing, the Glory One was even more sure of this—no surprise, his injuries were worse than the old man's, and not a single thing—the shoulder blade on his left arm was misplaced, one hand was completely weakened like a mollusk, and the fist was even more shockingly dripping with blood, even exposing Sen Ran's white bones.

The old traveler on the other side fared much better than he was, and although the shoddy and shabby linen clothes had been reduced to a cloud of crumbs from the previous battle, exposing his upper body, which was mostly covered with bruises and muscular muscles, but protected by the scales that loomed under his skin, there were bruises in many places, but they did not hinder the battle.

"It's really a keen battle instinct," the old man patted the little rag that was still hanging on his body, although his voice was low and hoarse, it was not difficult to hear a little leisurely, and even if it weren't for the fact that he could see the undulating ups and downs of his chest, the young man would subconsciously think that this battle was really just an inconsequential warm-up exercise for him, as he said before, "The young people are getting more and more powerful now, and it seems that they can't accept the old anymore." ”

Amy pursed her lips and didn't answer.

Silently, he reached out to wipe the scarlet overflowing from his lips, and then covered the shoulder blade of his left arm, and pressed hard.

"Hmm-"

Only a low moan mixed with pain escaped from between his clenched lips.

"Do you want to continue?" said the old traveler, a smile on his wrinkled face, spreading his hands, "you should know that you alone cannot be my opponent at all. ”

The Glory One still didn't reply, but looked at him with a cautious gaze as he slowly lowered himself and picked up the bloody dagger from the ground.

"It's a big surprise," the old man just shrugged his shoulders and didn't pay much attention to it, "but even if you have the weapon at hand, what can you do? In the previous encounters, you should have noticed that the gap between you and me is insurmountable." ”

That's right.

It is indeed quite a huge gap, whether it is strength, experience, speed or reaction, the old man who can fight a bloody way from the deep night is impeccable, without considering the nature of ability, and he has a life-and-death battle, not to mention victory, even the possibility of survival is very small - although it is not overwhelmingly powerful, but it is a considerable degree of strength without dead ends.

"Judging the situation is also a quality that a glorious person needs to have. Ignati said that he did not take the initiative to attack from the beginning to the end, as if he was not facing an enemy who was facing life and death, but a nephew who needed to be taught to him, "Don't try to defeat an enemy you can't defeat." ”

The corners of the boy's mouth curled slightly, and then replied with action.

- Gallop!

The tattered trench coat was raised high in the wind behind him, and the dark pupils were full of indomitable determination, and the young Glory Man had clearly learned the lesson of using his strength in the first encounter, and instead of blindly advancing with a pig, he was like a swift roaming freely in a storm, surrounding the majestic mountain of the Dark Traveler, round after round, as if an endless assault.

However, under the stalemate that was both short and long, the old man told him with skillful skill and keen judgment:

Your efforts are worthless!

No matter how tricky the attack came from, no matter how hidden the intention was, it was just a ridiculously useless trick in front of the traveler who had traveled through the deepest night, and he didn't even parry many times, relying on dodging alone to make the boy's attack futile again and again.

But Amy didn't give up.

Because, this is just a feint to paralyze the enemy.

The real killer will never appear in front of people so easily - for the teenager, the moment the hole cards are opened, will be the moment when the victory or defeat is revealed!

So, this is a big gamble that puts life and death on the scales, and only he is qualified to squander the gamble without defeat!

The Glory Man waited quietly like the most seasoned hunter, waiting for his prey to fall into the snare of its own, and he had no intention of resorting to intrigue - he could not use his experience enough to blind the old man who had passed through the deep night and experienced nearly a hundred years.

All he could do was wait, and all he could do was defeat him with dignity.

That's right, not empty words, not even jokes.

That's exactly what he intended - he hadn't found nothing but a single scar in the previous round of melee combat, at least he had spotted two of Ignati's weaknesses, two fatal ones.

One of them, is stamina.

Human physical ability is limited, even if the descendants of glory who are born with glory are not omnipotent perpetual motion machines, and there will eventually be their limits. Judging from the hand-to-hand combat just now, the old man's physical condition that has slipped from his peak is far less physical than that of a young man like him.

And that's where the chance to win lies.

But how to grasp this possible fleeting opportunity is another problem, a problem that needs to be solved urgently.

Because—

Perhaps because his physical strength gradually could not keep up with the attrition, or perhaps it was simply a trap carefully prepared for him, Ignati's steps were slightly sluggish, and his body movement was not as flexible as before.

To go up or not to go?

There is no hesitation, no time to hesitate.

In a moment of lightning, the Glorious One made a choice—like a moth that saw the fire, he gave up the last vestiges of confusion in his heart.

Rush in!

The momentum that has been accumulated for a long time exploded in an instant, just like the tiger that roared in the mountains and forests and chose people to devour, and there were like the dragon and snake calling for wind and rain in myths and legends returning to the sea, the spirit of the young man climbed to the top in an instant, most of his body leaned forward, there was no defense, no dodge, and there was not even room for change, holding the red and black short sword with one hand, and crashing straight into the arms of the enemy!

In normal times, this is an absolute blow, but now, it is his only chance to win.

As for relying on the advantage of endurance to procrastinate?

No kidding! What Amy wants is not an invincible balance of power, but a victory, a complete victory! A victory that knocks the enemy to the ground and makes the enemy unable to rise again! It is true that the advantage in endurance does exist, but is this obvious weakness that Ignati himself will not have even the slightest self-consciousness? It is not that he wants to deliberately elevate the enemy, but a traveler who can cross the deep night with the strength of one man, no matter how high he is.

Perhaps, the weakness of physical strength was specially revealed to him by the old man.

But even a disguised weakness is a weakness, and what the Glorious One needs is really just a chance, a chance to kill with one blow.

And now, the opportunity is just a stone's throw away.

Life or death, victory or defeat, will be revealed at this moment!

So, out of the sword—

At this moment, the distance between the two is never more than three meters, and the length of the arm span and sword body is only about one meter, which is almost non-existent for the Descendants of Glory whose physical fitness far exceeds that of ordinary people, and there is even less time left for Ignati, a traveler who has returned from the darkness, to react, a few tenths and a few seconds? No, even a fraction of a second is too luxurious for him, leaving him with only an instinctive reaction without a brain.

He raised his left hand, ready to slam his palm on the head of the Glory.

But it is reason rather than instinct that dominates the body after all, and the old man who finally reacted stiffened suddenly, so he missed the great opportunity to kill the young man in one fell swoop, until the sword edge approached, he stretched out his right hand, intending to grasp the short sword in his hand as he did at the beginning, and eliminate this crisis.

However, how could Amy, who had already suffered a loss in this, give him this opportunity?

Because the left hand that missed the shoulder blade was thrown violently, it collided directly with the old man's right hand, which slowed Ignati's movements by half a beat, and the red and black short sword finally pierced the enemy's heart unstoppably.

It's over -

The Glory One thought, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the feedback from the sword body made him frown.

Stab...... Can't stab in!?

How can it be?

Although there were as many doubts in his heart as the gloom above his head, the young man did not hesitate in the slightest, and he emptied his mind the moment his thoughts just appeared, and focused all his attention on his right hand holding the sword, and then his pupils contracted suddenly—

The strength of the whole body fell into the empty space!

What is it...... Something wrapped around his limbs, dragging him backwards.

This is?

Amy, who had lost her chance to win, jerked back and saw ...... Red silk threads?

No, that's not a silk thread!

After a brief pause, the Glory One rejects his first judgment, and then discerns its true body from something that resembles a living creature that meanders across the ground.

Is that...... Blood.

The blood that Ignati spilled in a previous battle.

This is a bureau that has been laid out a long time ago.

Misguided.

The boy subconsciously looked at the victor not far away.

"I have to say that you really gave me a very big surprise," the traveler who had traveled through the night let go of the hand on his left chest, revealing the incision that had been pierced by the sword, but strangely, not a single drop of blood had dripped from the wound, "I was almost killed by you." ”

He paused, and then a smile reappeared on his face, a kind smile that was hideous enough to stop a child.

"Amy Ulysses. ”