The roar of the sea monster echoed through the courtroom with the sound of the water of the tides, followed by a loud bang. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The golden glow of the sea water blade was blocked, it was a simple rigid sword, without any ornamentation, the hilt was wrapped in leather, and the hand holding the long sword belonged to a thin middle-aged man.

"It's very rare to have a weapon of divinity, Professor Magellan. ”

It was the voice of a hunter, and Magellan remembered it well.

The railing was torn apart at Magellan's feet, splinters were scattered, and the smile on his face vanished.

It is a drama, infinitely close to farce, with the audience looking at the actors infinitely engagedly from their chairs, the characters on stage attracting the eye like magnets, and everyone looking forward to the next moment.

"This is the Hunter?"

Magellan jumped off the edge, retracted his seawater blade in the air, and swung it downward.

With a loud metal crash, Magellan flew upside down as if he had been hit by a cannonball, slammed into the steps of the auditorium below, smashed through the wooden floor, and fell into a large crater.

The hunter stood still, he looked extraordinarily thin, tall and thin under the black cloak.

Magellan got up from the ground and scrambled out of the pit to regroup.

He recalls what just happened, looking in his heart for possible opportunities, but finds that there is little hope. At that moment, in the time that everyone didn't see clearly, Magellan lost to the hunter once. He disguised himself with the action of wielding his sword, and chose a tricky angle to shoot the sea sword, but the hunter blocked it, and because he could not borrow his strength in the air, he fell in embarrassment.

It was a very dangerous enemy, even more terrible than the gods he had ever faced, Magellan was convinced, but the battle continued.

Magellan walked towards the center of the courtroom, and with every step he took made the hunter standing there make subtle movements, like a pas de deux that no one could see, incomparably beautiful, but also incomparably dangerous.

It was a challenger that hadn't been seen for a long time, and after the departure of Count Reinhardt, Magellan had faced many enemies that were almost invincible, but none of them had thrilled him so much.

His blood boiled in the middle of his bones.

Then Magellan walked up the steps and stood in front of the hunter.

"The trial is over. ”

"Punishment is included in the trial. ”

"Sorry, this trial has no legal effect, which means that if you kill Professor Moriarty now, you will be breaking the law. ”

"I didn't want to do anything," Magellan was enjoying the undisguised hostility in the hunter's eyes and his breath, and perhaps the next moment, the tall man would take advantage of the moment when his breath was unsteady because of his speech, "but I won't admit that I participated in a senseless trial." ”

"Not for nothing......"

"If the outcome doesn't include a punishment, it means nothing to me. ”

"I see. The hunter raised his sword, and for countless moments in the process, Magellan almost swung his weapon in a sense of threat, but he did not move.

The hunter placed the sword in front of him, straight upright. It was an ancient ritual in which knights paid homage to their enemies on the battlefield.

"I confess your self-esteem, my name, Arthur. ”

"My name is Magellan. ”

Magellan knew his opponent was watching his breathing, and he could even see through the hunter's eyes the time he had finished saying this.

But he said it anyway.

Then there was the sound of metal clashing and a dull loud noise.

The hunter's breath surged wildly overhead, like a cumulonimbus cloud before a storm fell, a cold, rational hostility, not even a hint of malice, but extremely dangerous.

The crowd in the courtroom finally realized the danger and began to rush towards the exit, but the hunter's breath kept them from losing their minds, and the people disappeared at an alarming rate.

Magellan knew nothing about all this, and did not care, he enjoyed the pressure on his hands and saw himself clearly for the first time.

He knew that a person who killed a group of dying gods after being robbed of his talent by the gods and survived from the underworld would surely become an unimaginably powerful superman, but Magellan still did not find a chance to see his true strength.

And now, he sees it.

He could tell his opponent's movements just by looking at the hunter's muscles, and each of his attacks sent the entire court trembling, and he sliced through the air with his longsword and let out a terrifying scream.

The hunter undoubtedly has the help of some kind of extraordinary power, he faced such a terrible Magellan, but he did not fall behind in the slightest, and even, he was taken the lead by Magellan countless times, but he relied on the terrifying speed and power to save the day.

If someone can persist in fleeing without turning around under the terrifying aura of the hunter, and his eyes can keep up with the terrifying speed of these two people, then he can see that there is a rain of swords......

And the smile on Magellan's face.

It was a predestined victory, and Magellan never doubted it, and he could see everything, including the fatal flaw that the hunter revealed soon after when the floor under his feet broke.

Like a spider, he patiently weaved a web, waiting for his prey to fall into the web, and every time the hunter swept away Magellan with terrifying speed before he aimed the tip of his sword at his chest, the spider knew that there was an extra thread of silk on his prey.

There was no way for him to escape.

Then Magellan slashed hard.

The hunter held his sword high to block, as he had done many times before, striking first with terrifying speed, while retreating his left foot half a step in order to exert his natural strength.

Magellan pressed all his strength on the blade and thrust the hunter into the trap with a sudden burst.

With the sound of the planks breaking, the hunter fell backwards.

But at the same time, he opened his left hand to Magellan, and an invisible force suddenly appeared, knocking the spider that had just bared its fangs away.

Magellan flew through the air, he had no wings, but he regained his balance like a bird, and then aimed his sword at the hunter in the air.

It's too late.

Every time Magellan let the tip of the long sword stick out of the sharp edge of the seawater, the blade appeared in an instant, without a process, no chance to dodge.

The hunter is dead.

But Magellan didn't let the blade appear.

The hunter hadn't given up yet, he took a step forward, took a lunge under the gaze of death, swapped his sword for a backhand, stretched out his left hand on his chest, stretched out his fingers as if he were pressing something intangible, and waited for that last moment.

Magellan streaked through the air, knowing he was about to hit the wall.