Blaze in the [Titan's Favor] state, and him in the normal state, it can be said that they seem to have completely become two different opponents.

The knotted muscles glowed as white as jade, and the explosive power of lava was hidden beneath the stretched muscles, and even the hair began to turn frost-white.

The power bestowed by the barbarian's top bloodline has made Blaze change qualitatively from the physical and spiritual levels, and it seems that he has completely transformed into the legendary Titan Giant.

Compared to the last time, the changes in Blaze this time are more obvious, and the power of [Titan Favor] is unreservedly displayed.

The next moment, Blaze, who exuded the majesty of Titan, stepped out quickly, leaving a huge footprint on the ground with each step

A silent roar came from the barbarian's mouth, like a knight's horn before he charged, and his fist, a symbol of thousands of troops, unstoppable, roared with a terrifying wave of air, smashing into the boy's chest like a meteorite falling to the ground.

Blaze, who has no sword in his hand, is even more terrifying than when he holds a sword.

In the face of such a terrible punch, Constantine once again chose to avoid its edge, pointed to the ground on tiptoe, jumped backwards suddenly, dodged more than ten meters away, and dodged this terrifying punch.

The force equivalent to a long-handled heavy hammer bombarded the hot sand ground where the boy was standing, and the hot sand suddenly dented and contracted, and a large crater appeared in place.

It seemed that the boy had avoided the blow perfectly, but when Constantine hit the ground with his heels, his face suddenly changed, and he realized that he had not completely avoided it.

Blaze's punch was indeed aimed at him, but it wasn't aimed at him, or rather, not just him, but the entire arena beneath his feet.

The surging waves of power were transmitted along the hot sand, and the hot sand battlefield, which had been quiet for thousands of years under the breeze of the wilderness, turned into an arctic storm ocean with constant stormy waves, and the crimson waves rose and fell, forcing Constantine to the edge of the arena.

The earth is trembling.

Looking at Blaze who was charging again, Constantine raised his long sword, leaned his back against the stone wall and quickly made a backflip, kicked his feet on the wall, and came into the air with the help of the reaction force, and while his body fell, the long sword slashed towards Blaze.

Blaze leaped suddenly, and his fist that emitted white light was unstoppable, as if it was about to pierce the heavenly dome, and slammed directly into [Dawn].

Fists and swords meet high in the air, the power of the bloodline from the ancient Titans and the magic of legendary weapons collide.

The violent magic power fluctuations swept across the entire arena in an instant, raising a sand curtain tens of meters high, turning into a crimson torrential rain and sprinkling down, and the ancient stone wall could not withstand the collision of these two forces and opened a crack.

The magicians on the tower hurriedly opened the defensive circle, and a pale blue magic light curtain enveloped the tower, dividing the battlefield and preventing the aftermath from spreading to the audience.

If the momentum of Blaze's previous swing of the sword can be described as overwhelming, then this punch can only be described as groundbreaking.

Blood spilled from the corners of Constantine's mouth, and his figure fell rapidly, retreating a little embarrassed.

Falling from a high altitude and slashing out the sword, Constantine put all his strength on [Dawn], plus the kinetic energy generated when his body fell, in terms of strength alone, this sword was already the strongest sword he could send in his life.

However, it was still him who fell behind in the end.

Blaze, who has cast [Titan Favor], has far exceeded the limit of human beings, and Constantine is sure that even those sword saints or dragoons on the continent cannot be compared to the current Blaze in terms of pure strength.

What made Constantine even more incredible was that [Titan Favor] actually gave Blaze incredible magic resistance, and the crystallization power of [Dawn] fell on him, but it didn't work at all, and he had only seen a similar situation in Younas.

[Titan Favor], as the top bloodline ability of the barbarians, is really terrifying!

Blaze had a long and narrow wound on the back of his hand, and the white aura on his body that symbolized [Titan's Favor] also dimmed a little, although the Titan bloodline could make him immune to the magic effects of Dawn, but the sharpness of the legendary sword itself still caused him damage.

Blaze didn't care, grinning: "Boy, this sword is powerful, you can barely see it, if you can maintain the level of the sword just now for the next hour, maybe you won, but it's a pity ......."

Blaze's gaze as he stared at the silver mask became extremely sharp, "With your current state, I guess it's hard to even lift your arms, right?"

Constantine's brows furrowed, the result of the secret luck was indeed as Blaze said, not optimistic, Blaze's punch was too powerful, almost dislocated his arm, and the joint was still faintly painful, and the tearing pain flowed from the right arm to the position of the shoulder blade.

Facing Blaze in such a state, the result is likely to be more than lucky.

But Constantine just quietly exchanged [Dawn] to his left hand, "So what, it's a big deal that I will change my hand to consume with you, I can't compare to you in strength, if you compete for speed alone, I don't believe you can catch up with me." ”

Blaze raised his fist, "Don't take it for granted, you still have fifty-six minutes, I want to remind you, Morningstar, next, as long as you are hit by me, it is very likely that you will not be able to stand up for the rest of your life, are you mentally prepared? ”

Constantine did not say a word, and raised his sword in reply

"Very well, a knight with this kind of consciousness is qualified to be an opponent of the Titans. The barbarian let out a roar and rushed towards Constantine.

The sword light and the fist shadow intertwined again.

......

In a corner of the stands, two young men stood together, watching this earth-shattering duel, one was a handsome knight with a tuft of blond hair, it was Roland, and the other was a cold young man with a frosty face, but Roland's opponent was about to face--- Rommel.

"Who do you prefer to win?" Roland asked in a relaxed tone, as if standing next to him was a friend who had known each other for many years.

Rommel said lightly: "Fighting this kind of thing, there is never a conclusion, I don't like to make predictions, with this kind of work, you might as well think about how to fight me tomorrow, or do you already have the intention of giving up admitting defeat in your heart?"

Roland ignored the provocation in Rommel's words and said with a smile, "Although the Titan bloodline of the barbarians is notoriously powerful, I think that it should be the Morning Star who stands last." ”

Rommel glanced at Roland, "I don't know where your confidence in that guy comes from?"

"A bounty hunter who single-handedly slashes hundreds of Spear Knights deserves the highest level of attention from me, no matter when and where. Roland Road.

Rommel said coldly: "It seems that you also know the identity of that guy, and the hand of the Holy Empire Military Department is inevitably stretched too long. ”

"I don't quite understand each other, why would a dragon vein warlock come all the way to participate in our empire's martial arts conference?" Roland replied.