Yes, this is a trap, a trap against Constantine.

In the eyes of many participating knights, the martial arts tournament is an opportunity to show their strength in front of tens of thousands of spectators and nobles, gain prestige and fame for themselves, and bring benefits to the family and forces behind them.

But for Constantine, he participated in the martial arts tournament with only one purpose, and that was to win.

Only with victory can he walk into the Grand Temple of Radiance openly and ask the Pope the truth about the past.

Unlike other knights, as a bounty hunter, he doesn't care how many opportunities he can get in the arena and how many small flags he can take, all he cares about is whether he can win.

From beginning to end, his attention was on the red flag, which was the key to the team's victory ---.

He knew from the beginning that if both sides played normally, the more rigorous and well-structured red team would never leave them any chance.

Therefore, the only chance to win can only be against the opposite main flag.

That's why he needs Rommel's cooperation, because out of all the members of the blue group, only the magic of the dragon vein warlock has the ability to force Roland, the strongest in the red group, to hand over the main flag to the other teammates, thus freeing his hands to deal with Rommel.

Once he did so, Constantine would look for an opportunity to attack the player holding the main flag, taking it down and ending the game instantly.

If Roland holds the main flag, then he can take advantage of Rommel's magic to contain many people on the opposite side, and cooperate with three teammates to eliminate Claudia and Metternich, and finally form a situation of more and less.

For Paladin's side, it was a dilemma.

During the devilish days of practicing in the magic tower for several months and playing against old Joey on the magic chessboard, Constantine not only gained an increase in mental power and magical knowledge, but also a comprehensive sublimation of the overall situation when he thought about problems, and knew how to use every seemingly inconspicuous advantage to exchange as little consumption as possible for the final victory.

Perhaps, this is also part of Joey's arcaneist training.

For a mage, wisdom is often more effective than mere strength.

However, what Constantine didn't expect was that Roland actually calculated this point at the beginning, went down the river, and instead used the main flag to lay a killing game for Constantine.

The pressure on the main flag of the blue group was nothing more than a feint, and the real purpose was to wait for the rabbit, and the Paladin trio, who had been prepared for a long time, took advantage of the precious tens of seconds that Galahad won to counterattack Constantine's side, and each used a killing move.

The members of the Blue Team who noticed the movement in the field were certainly not blind, and Blaze roared, raising his heavy sword and rushing towards where Constantine was.

The golden sword light slashed out, accompanied by a violent roar and a shining flame, and Blaze suddenly flew in front of him.

Roland's sword did not attack Rommel, but used as a cover for the siege of the red group.

Even if he is as brave and fearless as Blaze, in the face of the unparalleled power of [Holy Slash], he has to stop.

Roland withdrew his sword and looked at Rommel calmly, "You are defeated. ”

"The results are not yet out!" Rommel said coldly, "at least, the main flag is still in our hands."

Roland shook his head, "No, you have already lost a lot from the beginning, the reason is very simple: you don't have mature cooperation, although from a single point of view, each of you is very good, but you can't form a system, there is no priority, no tactics, no rhythm, naturally it will not pose a threat to us,

"War is like this, no matter how powerful an individual is, if he can't learn to cooperate closely, he can only face the fate of being eliminated by the torrent of the times. Roland said as if meaningfully, "Gone are the days of heroism when a man riding a dragon could change a war, recognize the reality, Dragon-veiner." ”

Rommel narrowed his eyes and his expression stiffened for a while, and it could not be denied that Roland's words did touch him a lot.

But he immediately regained his composure, and looked at Roland with a hint of mockery in his eyes, "Maybe you're right, but one thing, it's not impossible for an individual to change a war by himself, and there is such a person who is in this arena right now." ”

In the face of the siege of three high-level peak knights, there are probably few people in the entire Holy Empire who can guarantee a full escape.

In Metternich's eyes, the eccentric player who had been wearing a mask since the start of the tournament had no choice but to get out.

He had to admire Roland's plan, and Roland told all the members in advance that no matter who took the main flag in his hand, once he was close to Constantine, even if he risked being out, he must immediately throw the main flag to a safe place, and the other knights would kill it as quickly as possible.

It's a risky but effective strategy.

At the most critical juncture, Constantine reacted and proved that it was no fluke that he could rank sixth in the fierce Hunters' Guild.

The waves crashed against Constantine, and to Metternich's astonishment, the boy did not dodge or dodge, allowing the torrent to flow towards his body.

He's crazy?

As soon as the thought came to mind, reality told Metternich that it was not true.

The surface of the slender blade flowed with crystal-like brilliance, and the torrent rushing towards the boy suddenly froze, like the surface of a storm frozen in the cold of winter, frozen in the ice-like crystal.

Then, in Metternich's eyes of disbelief, the frozen waves shattered, and crystals turned into fragments and flew in all directions.

This is... Magic?

Metternich was shocked, but his hand did not hesitate for a moment, and the sword swung out, and a large area of silver sword light spilled on Constantine.

Metternich has great confidence in his swordsmanship, and he believes that in less than a few tens of seconds, he will be able to suppress Constantine, cooperate with Gawain and Claudia, and defeat this mysterious opponent.

It's a pity that the reality seems to be determined to get along with him.

Facing Metternich's sword moves, the young man carried the sword with one hand, and in the face of Metternich's domineering sword shadow in the splendour, his movements seemed extraordinarily gentle, and even looked a little careless, but he dissolved each of Metternich's swords just right, as if those murderous sword lights were just illusions that had nothing to show for themselves.

I can't find a flaw!

This fact made Metternich, who prides himself on his swordsmanship, feel that his lips are astringent, even a dragon vein warlock with a gun in both hands can't do this, but this young man does it in an understatement while carrying a sword in one hand.

Bite!

With a soft sound, Metternich staggered backwards, and with just a sword, less than half a blink of an eye, the elite of the Palatine Academy was easily forced back like this.

Constantine did not stop moving, for him it was just beginning.

Claudia subconsciously tilted her head to the oncoming crystal shards, but when she turned her gaze back to the center of the field, she was shocked to find that Constantine was already standing in front of her.

She couldn't figure out why Constantine was so fast as she was.

She didn't know that Constantine's other identity was now an arcane master, and the magic of [Acceleration] was already perfect for Constantine today, and with the speed of his bounty hunter, it was even more powerful.

The crystal sword swung lightly, as gently as if splitting a maple leaf.

Claudia's sword was launched into the air in less than a few turns.

Everything happens in a matter of seconds.

Seeing that the offensive of the two companions had failed, Gawain's pace couldn't help but pause, but a ruthless look flashed in his eyes, after all, he was a high-level swordsman trained by the Palatine Academy, and his ability to grasp the timing was first-class, and he knew that now was the best chance to take down Constantine.

When Constantine punched Claudia away, Gawain's sword had already come to his back, and the magic sword [Shining Cloud] lightning flew away, and the dazzling thunder and lightning reflected the crimson hot sand behind Constantine into a wild blue.

However, what Gawain didn't expect was that his incomparably powerful sword was actually blocked, and this time it was not a sword that blocked him, but a pair of hands.

Blaze's hand.

The mercenary leader's whole body exuded a faint purple light, his hands tightly choked the blade of the shining cloud, blood dripped down his palm, and thunder and lightning raged on him, but Blaze didn't notice it, his eyes were full of excitement.

Gawain was shocked, and his brain couldn't react for a while, why did Blaze have an arcane shield against elemental power on his body?

"It came at a very timely time. Constantine, who was standing behind Blaze, said.

"Your magic isn't bad, at least I'm not paralyzed at all now. Blaze grinned, and in order to speed up and get to Constantine's side in time, the mercenary captain threw away the greatsword in his hand, "Now, it's time for you to see the power of the barbarian bloodline." ”

Blaze let out a roar, his originally strong muscles bulged exaggeratedly, and white light overflowed from every pore on his body, similar to the blessing spell in divine magic, but it did not have the holy light aura unique to divine magic, but was full of the taste of primitive savagery.

The more the light grew, his strength couldn't help but surge, and the transcendent long sword in his hand made an unpleasant clicking sound, and it was impossible to withstand this inhuman power and began to deform.