The Great Arena two days later.

The hot sand battlefield has returned to calm, the breeze is blowing, and the endless crimson hot sand is not alarmed, like a dead desert.

The judges were already seated, and tens of thousands of spectators held their breath as they waited for the battle to come.

Compared with the chaos of the team battle, the next two battles will undoubtedly show the individual strength of the players to the greatest extent, and also make the audience look forward to it.

On the viewing platform in the corner of the arena, the two teenagers who had mixed in stared at the arena, Heine rubbed his fingers nervously, and Ora rarely brought scratch paper and notebooks, watching the game intently.

It wasn't until the wooden door leading to the underground preparation hall slowly opened, and the figures of the two players stepped into the sight of the audience, that the entire arena came to life, countless cheers and noises resounded through the clouds, and the red sand desert seemed to be awakened by the enthusiasm of the audience, shining like a burning brilliance in the sun.

In the seats, countless spectators stood up and cheered, some fanatical people waved posters and portraits of Constantine and Blaze, in the past half a month, the fame of the members of the blue group has already spread throughout the city of Olympia, and countless civilians regard them as idols, which is why the two of them are treated now.

"Captain Blaze, come on, it's a man who beats that kid. A loud shout rang out from the audience.

"Morning Star Knight, we have your back, the final is waiting for you ahead. The sweet voice that exuded a strong youthful atmosphere spread, and Constantine was surprised to find that there were many of his supporters, and most of them were female audiences.

These young girls who were immersed in knight novels when they were young, they were not deeply involved in the world, and their minds were full of longing for heroic characters, and at this moment this longing was pinned on the mysterious "Morning Star", and many female viewers excitedly sprinkled flower petals into the air and held the portrait of "Morning Star" high.

What made Constantine laugh even more was that after cheering, these female audience members tacitly took out the same silver mask as him and put it on their faces, and suddenly the audience was shining with silver.

Blaze smiled, "Brother Morning Star, you are very blessed, there is a good saying, in this world, only good wine and beautiful people cannot be disappointed." ”

Constantine did not squint and said, "In that case, if you lose to me today, it is better to find a place to invite me to drink a few bottles of fine spirits in the evening." ”

"Well, that's what a man should say. Blaze patted his chest, he put on the leather armor used by high-ranking Thracian mercenaries today, using the skin of the mountain green salamander as raw material, the defense is quite good, covering the chest and lower abdomen, exposing the shoulders and arms, and the steel-like muscles are unobstructed.

For the mercenary captain, the defense provided by leather armor is only symbolic, compared to being fully armed, barbarians naturally prefer to fight with their bare bodies to show their strength and wildness, and wearing this monster leather armor is just a simple indication of his mercenary identity.

"Boy, I know you know magic, but I'll prove to you later that magic is nothing more than a façade in the face of the powerful bloodlines of the barbarians. Walking to the center of the arena, Blaze said haughtily to Constantine.

"I'm looking forward to it, please advise. Constantine's answer was crisp and succinct.

The fists of the two collided hard, then separated. They each walked to the edge of the hot sand battlefield and stood still.

The Emperor, who was sitting on the top floor of the tower, opened his half-squinted eyes and nodded slightly, and the guards beside him, who naturally understood, conveyed the Emperor's will to the judges' seats.

Without the help of any amplification magic or objects, Morgan's old voice sounded like a deep bell over the Colosseum, "The game begins. ”

Blaze plucked his massive heavy sword from his back, the steel smelted greatsword without any magical runes etched, just a pure sword, and no magic fluctuations emanated.

For the barbarians, who firmly believe that pure power prevails over all, fighting with magical weapons is a blasphemy of the ancient Titans they believe in.

Legend has it that the Titans never bothered to craft or use any artifacts, often choosing to fight their old enemies with their bare hands.

The barbarians apparently inherited this ancient pride.

Blaze let out a low roar, his feet stomped on the sand, his greatsword mopping the ground, and the air in the entire arena trembled as the barbarian's thunderous footsteps followed.

The crimson hot sand splashed like water, feeling the fierce aura rushing to his face, Constantine's eyes under the mask narrowed slightly, not fear, but a long-lost novelty, how long had it been since he had seen someone challenge him in such a bloody way?

The distance of 100 meters was fleeting, and while closing the distance, Blaze raised the giant sword in the book and slashed down on the top of Constantine's head with overwhelming momentum.

The wind whistled in his ears, as if to warn the boy, and the battle instinct honed by his countless assassination careers caused Morningstar, who was a bounty hunter, to react instinctively, leaping backwards for a distance, dodging the range of the greatsword's attack.

A dull thud erupted in front of him, and Blaze's greatsword sank deep into the hot sand, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Seems like a good time to fight back!

But Constantine didn't do this, the opponent was Blaze, which was much more difficult to deal with than the Ice Wolf King Demon Beast he met that day, and his rash actions would only usher in defeat.

Sure enough.

The hot sand under his feet shook like water waves, and a bright light cut through the crimson sand that had been shaken up and then fallen by the giant sword, like a dark red curtain that had been cut by someone, and the hideous true face of the giant sword reappeared in front of Constantine.

It took less than a second for Blaze to easily pull out the giant sword trapped in the sand, pick up the big sword, and slash through the smoke and dust, with the help of the cover of the sand and dust, he sent out a sudden blow.

If Constantine had stepped forward hastily just now, he would have hit his head on the blade of his sword and his head would have bled out.

The young man bowed slightly, took small steps, and while lightly avoiding the giant sword, he moved in reverse along the horizontal cut of the giant sword, according to past experience, due to the inertia brought by the giant sword, the sword wielder's movements will be slow for a moment, and it will take at least two or three seconds to adjust the angle of the giant sword back.

In two or three seconds, Constantine would deliver a fatal blow.

However, reality did not follow the script of Constantine's heart.

Seeing Constantine circling to his side, Blaze's eyes flashed with a successful glint as the giant sword swirled abruptly, ignoring the obstacle of inertia, and slashed at Constantine at a faster speed.

The situation exceeded expectations, and in a moment of lightning, the young man glanced at Blaze, and saw Blaze's posture holding the sword, and suddenly realized.

The previous Blaze horizontal slash used one hand to hold the sword, and did not use all his strength, but at the moment when the giant sword was cut into the air, Blaze immediately changed to holding the sword with both hands, and used the powerful force attached to the wrists of both hands to twist the blade, thus overcoming the inertia of the giant sword.