The King of Ice Wolves began to feel uneasy.

At this time, the prey could no longer bear the cold and fear and was in a state of confusion, but in the face of the atmosphere it had deliberately created, the human seemed completely indifferent.

Its familiar rhythm was broken.

A pianist who plays a wrong note on stage may be able to remedy it, but in the score of life and death, a small mistake brings about the replacement of the roles of hunter and prey.

What made it even more uncomfortable was that in its perception, the breath of the human in front of it was getting weaker and weaker, and it was about to dissolve into the mist.

The Ice Wolf King moved its nose, but its keen sense of smell didn't give it any useful information, other than making sure the human was still there.

After a few minutes, the Ice Wolf King couldn't bear it anymore, let out a roar that shocked the audience, and his forelimbs stomped heavily on the ground, and the claws as sharp as blades cut a cold cold light, and pounced towards the position where the young man was.

The furious roar tore through the cover of the ice mist, and the audience in the entire arena will never forget this scene, only to see a rebellious wolf shadow leap out of the snow-white mist, burst out with amazing bounce power, swept over most of the arena, and fell back into the mist at the other end.

It was a blow that had been gathering momentum for a long time, and the claws swung out, bringing up two whistling ice winds, blowing away all the fog in an instant, so that the wolf king could accurately hit his opponent.

The power of these two claws was enough to shatter a heavily armored knight in an instant, and then the deadly chill in the wolf king's throat would follow, freezing the prey in the ice and snow.

However, there was no feeling of tearing flesh and blood, and this almost perfect blow actually missed.

The Ice Wolf King felt his heart beat to a halt.

Constantine was in front of it, less than two meters away from it, still bent over and holding his sword, his head slightly bowed, his eyes not blinking, and he never seemed to move.

However, his position was two meters back from the beginning, and it was this inconspicuous two meters that made the wolf king have a fatal mistake in prediction.

The wolf king's claws were deeply sunk in the hot sand, but with the strength of a high-level demonic beast, it only took two or three seconds to pull it out.

But it knew that the human in front of it would not give it this precious breathing time, and the cold eyes behind the mask even gave it the illusion that the human race in front of it was the same kind as itself.

The duel between the wolf clans is often won or lost in the blink of an eye, and a mistake is enough to be fatal.

Constantine moved, after staying in the ice mist for so long, his muscles showed no signs of stiffness at all, his arms were raised, [Dawn] was not even unsheathed, he directly took the scabbard and swung it towards the wolf king's head simply and rudely.

If this sword hits, even if the wolf king does not die, it is very likely that he will become an idiot because of a concussion.

With the boy's movements, the scabbard of [Dawn] quickly moved closer to the wolf king's head.

However, the wolf king deserves to be called the wolf king, it can be proud of the wolves, become the leader of the ice wolf clan, in addition to being strong and forbearing, its own wisdom is also extraordinary, before the start will leave as much as possible the way back, even if a blow misses, can quickly withdraw, find a chance to turn the tables.

Those demonic beasts that underestimate it, every time they think they have mastered the advantage, they will be reduced to its plate in the next second.

Facing the whistling scabbard, the Winter Wolf King did not spend the effort to pull out his hands, but opened his mouth, and the magic power quickly gathered, absorbing a large amount of ice elements around his body, the temperature plummeted, and the breath of the harsh winter spread rapidly.

An icy wind raged around the Wolf King.

Like a precursor to a blizzard, where the ice wind passed, the hot sand on the ground began to cover with white frost, and the cold had dominated the hot land around the Ice Wolf King, and in the Ice Wolf King's open blood basin mouth, countless thin Xiaoice ridges glowing with blue light slowly formed and swirled under the blowing of the ice wind.

[Frost] ---- this is a primary spell in ice and snow magic, and it is also a talent magic mastered by the ice wolf clan, which is what orthodox spellcasters call "quasi-spells", which is a very weak skill for most ice wolves.

Due to the lack of assistance from magic spells, the wolf clan cannot effectively condense magic power, in fact, most of the demonic beasts cannot do this, and the cold wind blown by the [frost] is not deadly enough in actual combat, and it will also make the prey alert, far less real than claws and sharp teeth.

However, for the Ice Wolf King's skill, which has extremely high elemental talent, the [Frost] type of spell really exerts the power of a "magic" in its hands, and has become a powerful ability for life preservation and attack.

In the snow forest near the Asgard Mountains, it used this blow to kill dozens of mercenaries and bury three magicians in the snow.

The ice wind created by [Frost] contains countless fine Xiaoice edges, and in the case of close range, it can even pierce through leather armor, it believes that this human is impossible to stop, and the best option is to quickly escape, thus giving up this excellent opportunity to attack.

After that, the wolf king will rely on his fighting instinct that he has trained for countless years in the snow field to regain the initiative and ravage the opponent in front of him.

The ice wind was already about to come out, and it stands to reason that the young man had no room to put away his sword, so he could only choose to abandon his sword or retreat.

However, to the Wolf King's shock, just a second before it was about to spit out the frost breath, Constantine reached out his free left hand and grabbed its throat, and the scabbard fell lightly from its ear.

The seemingly mighty swing of the sword turned out to be just a false move, and the young man calculated everything at the beginning, and even the wolf king's counterattack strategy was clearly estimated.

"Snort", the throat was choked, the wolf king lost the opportunity to breathe, the ice wind exploded, countless fragments of ice crystals splattered out from between its teeth and nose, and the wolf king's eyes swelled with severe pain.

Constantine slammed hard, pinched the wolf king's throat, pulled the demon wolf up, and pressed it to the ground fiercely, the frozen hot sand splashed everywhere, making a crisp creaking sound, and the scabbard of the morning sun was already against the wolf king's soft abdomen.

The wolf king struggled for a few seconds, but the double pain in his throat and back made him dizzy, and his limbs spread out and he didn't move.

At this point, in this battle, the young man stood quietly and stood to the end.

When the boy got up and bowed, all the audience didn't react, the defeat of the wolf king was too fast, and it was only in a moment of lightning and flint, and the audience was indigestible for a while.

There are no gorgeous and dazzling moves, no dazzling sword energy, and no fierce battles between you and me, this battle simply ends

Although the boy won the victory, such a straightforward and concise victory seemed too empty, making the audience feel very uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

"This is the battle!" Fastia exhaled deeply on the judges' bench, and slowly raised the sign in his hand amid the exclamation of everyone.

Very.

The audience couldn't believe their eyes, this arrogant sword master actually scored such an unprecedented high score, or for such a tasteless game in their eyes, the huge contrast made all the audience subconsciously question.

Could it be that there is an inside story, what is the relationship between this masked boy and Count Fastia?

"Your Excellency, please give us a reasonable explanation. In the audience, some people shouted loudly, and his speech aroused the echo of the vast majority of people, and the audience stood up one after another, waving their fists, and some audience members even issued "liars", "get down" and other such denunciations and roars.

"Stupid and ignorant people!" the middle-aged uncle who saw this scene sneered, "If you change any of you, even the two little guys in the morning, in the face of the ice wolf just now, they have already died I don't know how many times, and they still have the face to speak? ”

Euler said lightly: "So, since ancient times, the strong have been lonely, aren't they?"

Looking around the arena, Morgan sighed lightly, "Fastia, get up and say a few words, otherwise you may not be able to leave the venue today." ”

Fastia stood up with a blank face.

The next moment, the momentum of the sky rose flat, like a sharp sword through the sky, a mountain peak that stood for thousands of years, erupted from Fastia's body, unprecedented majesty enveloped the entire arena, the majestic sword intent oppressed the magnificent arena, infiltrated every corner of the arena, and the mottled stone wall trembled in front of the aura emanating from the sword saint.

The red hot sand on the ground jumped, tumbling and jumping like waves, as if representing the warriors who had fought for countless years in the past, expressing their heartfelt respect to this kendo powerhouse who had arrived at the venue.

Even Constantine, who did not change his face in the face of the powerful Ice Wolf King, couldn't help but shake his body, and his face was pale for a while.

The people of the empire who had stood up and shouted before turned pale and sat back trembling.

Only then did they realize that the man standing in front of them was not a crappy actor in the theater who could be mocked at will, not an ordinary street vendor on a street corner who could call and drink, not a guy in a bar who greeted them with a smile, but a former champion of martial arts tournaments, recognized as one of the strongest in the entire empire and even the entire continent.

Fastia, the owner of the legendary sword [Disillusionment], is a swordsman with the title of "Sword of Light", and is given a holy name.