He hurriedly shrank back, and at the same time stabbed Philip with a few stabs from his spear.

After a test move, the two teenagers roughly knew each other's abilities, and even Philip had to admit that this was a very strong opponent, a very talented teenager.

In particular, speed players are indeed very suitable for this kind of competitive sport.

The two began to confront each other again, which made the girl team on the sidelines a little impatient, worried about their idols.

However, the little brother on the other side seemed to be very handsome, which made them a little entangled.

"It's so fast, why is it better to use a riding spear and a rapier?" Philip was genuinely curious.

Steven was stunned for a moment before replying: "My dream is to join the Dragon Lance Legion, so I have only practiced riding spears in the past ten years, and I have only ridden beasts and dragons, otherwise I should really compete with you in the riding assessment." ”

After listening to this, Philip couldn't help but sigh, this is really a straightforward and simple teenager, how did Blazer's insidious old thing give birth to such a freak grandson.

He didn't say anything more, but raised the amplitude of his madness ability again, and for the first time since awakening, he went all out.

This time it was he who attacked first, only to see a few staggered steps under his feet, and quickly burst in front of Steven.

The broadsword in his hand slashed at Steven's arms with a howling gust of wind.

Steven also took the same few reverse staggered steps at his feet, quickly pulling away the distance.

But because he didn't expect Philip to increase his speed again, the riding spear in his hand was slashed at the tip and swung outward, and the huge force made him almost escape.

He quickly turned, bent down, and let Philip's sword swing pass overhead, while also raising the amplitude of his speed to the maximum.

Philip took the lead, and he was unforgiving, and slashed at Steven from the left, center, and right in three directions in a row.

Although Steven could see every movement of the broadsword, he did not dare to block it with his riding spear because he was afraid of his strength, but after dodging, he used the hard tip of the spear to accurately point at the path of the broadsword.

With a "ding" sound, Philip's offensive was interrupted again, his body shook a few times, and he contracted back.

Fighting twice, each attacking and defending, the two teenagers have their own advantages, and they dedicate themselves to a wonderful offensive and defensive battle for everyone.

This time, even Osborne and the young men next to him couldn't help but applaud and cheer for the two people on the field.

Strictly speaking, Philip was half a step slower just now, at least he couldn't hit the opponent's weapon with the tip of his gun so calmly in such a rapid attack.

But the opponent was weak, but he used a heavy riding spear, and he was strong, but he used a light broadsword.

One positive and one negative, just brought the two sides back to the same starting point, perhaps it is providence in the dark.

In the next few minutes, the two attacked and defended each other, and each seized the opportunity to hit the other once.

However, due to the quick reaction of both sides, both of these were unable to score effectively, with the only result being a deflated piece of Philip's armor and a missing nose on Steven's shoulder.

"Philip doesn't look good. Wesley was a little anxious, and of course he hoped that today's game would be a complete victory, and it would be in vain that the four of them performed so well.

Boris, who is an awakened person, has a completely different view on this.

After all, he saw more clearly than Wesley, and he had really fought Philip once, so he was very confident in his strength.

"If it's not a game, it's an assassination from behind.

If Steven had used a rapier instead of a riding spear, or if it had been a riding spear for the Awoken, I'm afraid Philip's life would have been in danger.

But like Philip said, it's just a game, and no one can compare to that kid when it comes to familiarity and use of the rules of the game. ”

Wesley, Phelps, and the others couldn't help but laugh when they heard the last sentence, as if all the worries they had just had disappeared in an instant.

Sure enough, Philip, who figured out the reality of his opponent, changed his tactics and no longer attacked the scoring point directly, but aimed at Steven's mounted spear and attacked step by step.

Steven didn't dare to fight against him, so he could only repeat his old tricks, dodging and using a quick stab from the tip of the gun to defuse Philip's tidal wave of attacks one by one.

Philip took eleven steps forward in a row, and Steven quickly took eleven steps back, one attacking enthusiastically and the other defending tightly, once again winning the enthusiastic applause of the audience outside the court.

Finally, after dozens of consecutive rides at an extremely high rate, Steven's arms were a little weak and a beat slower.

Philip took the opportunity to slash at the opponent's cavalry spear, causing the cavalry to swing outward again, and he did not rush to attack, but suddenly took a step forward and drilled into the opponent's chest within two meters.

Steven was shocked, and quickly raised his right leg, kicked Philip's leg, and stepped back with his strength.

At the same time, he spun the lance around and whipped it towards Philip's lower plate.

Philip didn't care at all, just sideways his side leg, avoiding the point of point, and resisting the volley with the armor and muscles on the outside of his thigh.

The heavy riding spear smashed on his leg with a whining wind, but it did not cause him any damage because of the effect of the strong wall, but only shook slightly.

And he had already handed the broadsword to his left hand, reached down with his right arm, clamped the riding gun under his armpit, flung it outward, and shouted: "Let go!"

Steven grabbed the gun and refused to let go, but he felt a huge force attack, and he was thrown out with the gun.

Falling on the ground five meters away, the remaining strength was not dissipated, and it rolled three times in a row, knocking over countless dirt before stopping.

Philip was unforgiving, and before he could hit the ground, he rushed forward, and before Steven could wake up from his vertigo, he kicked the riding gun in his hand.

The broadsword in his hand slashed through a half-circle and rested on his neck, the tip of which was facing Steven's throat.

Steven was a little confused, things were changing so fast that he seemed to have lost the game before he could react.

The boy's face darkened for a moment, as if the proud heart had been shattered in half.

Just before he could shout to admit defeat, Philip suddenly withdrew his broadsword and threw his rifle in front of Steven.

"I took advantage of the rules of the game, and if it was on the battlefield, there was no chance and it would not have been possible to win in this way," he said.

In other words, I tricked it.

Get up, we'll keep coming, but this time you have to be careful not to fall for the same tricks again. ”

No one knew what Philip was thinking at the moment, not even Wesley and the others.

They had already begun to cheer and celebrate the victory, and as Boris had just said, if Philip, the cunning boy, was serious, the victory might have been so simple and sudden.

The audience at the scene was different from them, such a wonderful game, they didn't want to end it so quickly, and shouted for Steven to stand up and continue the game.

Steven finally stood up and didn't pick up his rifle, and if it weren't for the helmet mask, everyone could clearly see that his face was flushing at an incredible rate, as if it was about to bleed.

Philip's words smashed into his ears, leaving him ashamed and conflicted, not knowing what to choose.

On the one hand, it is the glory of being a warrior, and on the other hand, it is the ardent expectations of my grandfather and the respectful teachings of my father.

He stared blankly at the stands of the arena, where countless people were shouting at him.

He looked at his teammates on the sidelines, their faces unrecognizable, as dazed and tangled as he was.

What to do?

Steven suddenly felt so lonely, as if there was a clear division between him and the two worlds beyond him, and everyone was waiting, expecting him to make a decision.

What to do?

Steven just stood there, motionless, as if he were asleep.

It wasn't until a minute later that he seemed to wake up and took another look at the VIP seats.

Then he stooped down and picked up the riding gun on the ground, and walked silently towards Philip.

In the VIP seat, Roland de Blazer covered his old face with his hands, but he couldn't stop the hot tears from pouring out.

Because he knew that it was his own reason that made his proud grandson pick up the riding gun again.

He didn't care about the occasion, and said to beside him with a hideous face: "Kill him, you must kill him, this is a devil."

Whatever it takes, just kill him. ”

Dakker next to him looked in the direction of Philip and Steven, a flash of ridicule on his face, but quickly returned to normal, nodded and said, "Yes, Father, at all costs." ”

Steven came to Philip and, instead of speaking, suddenly rolled his rifle upside down and slammed it into his back.

With a dull sound, the scoring points there have turned a striking green.

Philip under the mask sneered, still struggling, still resisting, it was too late.

From the time you pick up that riding gun, it's too late.

He still can't bear to calculate a teenager like this, who calls him Blazer.

Philip nodded, and the game continued.

I don't know if it was affected by what happened just now, Steven's speed became faster and faster, but he also became more and more crazy, as if there was a fire in his heart that wanted to erupt.

This makes his movements less light and free.

I can no longer see the clear and delicate spear flowers like snowflakes, only the fierce and fierce punches like venting.

The spear was like an iron rod in his hand, and it was rounded and smashed at Philip from various angles, as if it were a different user compared to just now.

Philip didn't fight hard, but avoided the edge.

Even in a state of madness, it can be seen that Steven has been immersed in this weapon for a long time, and his basic skills are very solid.

At best, Philip barely kept up with his pace, and although he was stabbed a few times, he tried to avoid scoring points and key points.

Finally, ten minutes later, Steven's heavy breathing could be heard through the mask.