What was it like to be crushed by a mountain? Barrett didn't know before, because his weapons weren't trained with nine-turn iron, and he wasn't good at using long weapons.

But at this time, the barbarians who were fighting in the arena had a deep understanding of this.

With another muffled thud, the kite-shaped shield 'Metal Poetry' in Barrit's right hand (purchased from the literature-loving dwarven blacksmith in the city-state of Muya) was knocked open again. The tremendous force caused the shield to slide out of his hand and into the sky, and the barbarian was inevitably knocked out of the air.

He adjusted his balance in the air in time, and after landing on the ground, he got up again with a roll. 'Metal Poetry' flew higher and higher, crashing into the dark red barrier above, causing a ripple before bouncing back to the ground and embedding itself in the sand not far away.

Barrett looked down at his unconscious right hand, his entire arm trembled uncontrollably, the cyan veins were all prominent, and there were many blood spots faintly oozing from his skin. Even with the damage reduction of [Crisis Instinct], this thousand blows from the other party still caused him quite serious injuries.

The situation is worse than expected. Although Barrett already knew that the elven twin knives in the hands of the half-dragon Marcus were a bit special, but when it came to the real fight, the strange pair of twin knives still brought him a lot of trouble.

The opponent's attack carries a powerful force that is difficult to match, and Rao is Barrett's power attribute that can wrestle with giants and even win, and is completely unable to compete with it. The barbarian estimated that even the pure-bred primeval dragon would not be able to shake such a terrible blow head-on.

However, one thing to consider is how many more times can the opponent use such an attack? Barrett didn't know, but he believed it would not be used indefinitely. In the dozens of rounds the two had fought before, this kind of unrivaled attack Marcas had only used four times, and not every blow was like that.

Although the number of times is not much, these four attacks have made the barbarian hover on the edge of life and death. In particular, this particular attack was used without warning, mixed with ordinary slashes and thrusts, which made Barrett difficult to deal with, making our barbarian gladiators quite intimidating.

"Do you know where the most powerful part of the dragon's body is?" the half-dragon slowly walked towards Barrett with twin knives in hand. Before the brute could answer, he gave his own answer, "Neither a stout tail, nor a strong forepaws or hind limbs, but its wings!"

"Wings?" Barrett asked subconsciously, in fact he didn't care.

"You know, dragons don't have hollow, light bones like birds. Their bones are extremely dense and hard, and their bodies are also huge and heavy, and it is not easy to let such a huge body soar in the air. It would require a considerable amount of strength, an extremely terrifying force, and the dragon's wings could easily do that. ”

Marcas raised the pair of weapons called 'Dragon Wings' in his hand, "These are my wings, they carry power that is several times more powerful than real dragon wings, and can help me soar above the battlefield." ”

"I thought you didn't like the dragon-like body. Barrett spat out the sand in his mouth, thinking about what to do. The normal way of fighting is obviously very small, and perhaps some unconventional means should be used.

"I don't really like it, but it's not the time to abandon them, no. Half Dragon replied, "I need to complete the goal in my heart first, this is the greatest meaning of my birth in this world!" After he finished speaking, he took a few steps to Barritt's side, and the elven blades in his hands attacked one after another.

Based on the experience of previous encounters, Barrett guessed that the opponent should not be able to use such a powerful attack method in a short period of time. And when Marcus was blocking, he never used it. So, only a sustained offensive can open up the situation.

The barbarian repeatedly moved his right hand and met it with his sword.

"Purpose, meaning, heh, these are just excuses you are looking for for yourself. "The 'Tyrannical Touch' in his hand steadily blocked each attack of the left and right 'wings' of the half-dragon, and while the barbarian seized the time to defend and attack, the words in his mouth still did not stop.

"You say you hate your dragon blood, but deep down you are proud of it. Barrett pressed the half-dragon back, and in the gap between the opponent's stumbling steps, a diagonal slash hit the opponent's chest.

The 'Tyrannical Touch', known for its destructive power, slashed a slender crack in the half-dragon's golden light armor, but unfortunately it did not hurt the body under the armor. However, words are often more hurtful than the sword, and although the body seems to be fine, the heart may be full of holes.

"Sometimes, the more we crave something, the more we want to destroy it completely. Because we know we can't get it. Barrett said as he intensified his offensive as he intensified, "The reason why you have set yourself an unattainable goal is just to hide your innermost thoughts. What really disgusts you is not the blood of the dragon, but the idea that you want to be called a dragon. Because that's contrary to your mother's lifelong teaching to you!"

No one knew how Marcas's mother had taught him in the first place, at least Barrett didn't know at all, he was just talking nonsense to destroy his opponent's mind and disrupt the rhythm of his attacks. This is also a common trick used by adventurers in battle.

Although this kind of chat flow method is a bit inferior, it is quite effective in terms of effectiveness.

The pace of the half-dragon warrior became more and more messy, and the strange attack that was mixed with light and heavy was never used again, and the expression on his face became more and more confused, and the martial arts that were comparable to the barbarians were only fifty percent.

"I, is this what I'm going to be within?" Marcas muttered as he parried off the barbarians' attacks, "Do I really want to be dragons instead of killing them?"

Beliefs and goals will make people firm and move forward, but when it is inevitably shaken, it can also bring unimaginable shocks. And an adventurer like Barrett, who has no faith and no goal, never cares about the verbal provocation of his opponent.

"When you're done, you'll have plenty of time to think. Barrett was beheaded, and was held up with two swords by the half-dragon warrior who was half-kneeling on the ground.

"You're right, I'll really think about it when I'm victorious. The desire to win and defeat made the half-dragon Marcas's eyes firm again. His arms bulged and he pushed the weapon against his forehead hard to get back to his feet again.

Barrett yelled, gritting his teeth and pressing the weight of his body down. The 'Tyrannical Touch' slowly descended again, breaking through the scales on his opponent's forehead, and bright red blood oozed from the blade of the sword.

Just when Barrett thought he was about to win, he noticed that the half-dragon Marcus suddenly opened his mouth and rushed towards him. In the depths of those sharp teeth, there was a little fire that grew brighter and brighter!

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