After standing for a long time, the boy struggled to withdraw his gaze from the statue.

He slowly stroked the crystal pendant in his pocket, the second relic left by his mother in this world besides the black box.

According to Joey, the crystal pendant contained unimaginable power, and that night, it was it that saved itself from the hands of an abyss demon king.

Upon learning this, Constantine felt an indescribable sense of security whenever he touched it.

After the fear in his heart slowly subsided, the boy lifted his mask and slowly walked away from the sculpture.

There's one more game the day after tomorrow.

The sunlight shone on the fountain square, as if it was plated with a layer of golden honey, but the atmosphere in the arena was not as peaceful as the environment, and hundreds of eyes were staring at the two people in the ring.

In this one, Constantine faced off against a knight from the imperial province of Thrace.

The people of Thracian Province are fierce and aggressive, rich in mercenaries, and are known as the "Province of Mercenaries", and the warriors who can stand out from such a province and participate in the Imperial Martial Arts Conference will certainly not be ordinary people.

The knights who came to watch the battle were naturally not because of Constantine, but because of this Thracian knight standing in front of the boy.

Columne stared confidently at the strange masked opponent in front of him, and now that the tryouts had been going on for three days, and he had eliminated a total of four opponents, one of whom was even an elite student of the Palatine Academy.

Such a record is enough to be proud of the vast majority of knights who come to compete, and now Colum has been secretly regarded by many as a strong contender for the preliminary round.

For him, there are only a few people who can pose a threat, and he is confident that he has the strength to fight even against those heavenly pride of the Palatine Academy.

The masked swordsman in front of him is just another stepping stone.

Columbian drew a sharp sword that shone with frost and cold brilliance, and the cold light on the sword cut the warm sunlight, covering the warm ring with a touch of coldness.

"While it may be against the spirit of martial arts to say that, I don't like to waste time, and your best bet is to throw in the towel now. Colum raised his head haughtily, and at the same time clenched his sword in both hands, standing erect in front of him.

Constantine's voice was calm, "I don't like to waste time either, you can try it." ”

Columne smiled angrily, "Very good, young man, then draw your sword and let me see if your swordsmanship is worthy of your tone." ”

Constantine said lightly: "I said, I don't like to waste time, so it doesn't matter if you don't draw your sword." ”

Hearing this, the audience was in an uproar.

"Is this kid crazy?"

"With His Excellency's swordsmanship, if it were me, even if I held two magic swords, I might not be able to win. One of the knights shook his head.

"Isn't this guy afraid of the wind flashing his tongue?"

The knights in the audience were full of discussions, and not surprisingly, most of them expressed their shock at Constantine's arrogance and ridiculed it.

Roland stood at the edge of the fountain square, observing the movements of the two in the ring, and next to him, first-year Gallahad.

"Chairman Roland, is that masked guy so confident?" asked Galahad, puzzled.

"I've watched him last game, but I can't see him through until now. "Maybe this game will reveal something." ”

"Do you think he can do it?"

"Perhaps, I don't know, but I've heard a saying that a true swordsman exists to smash the inevitable fate. Roland said softly, "What's the point of fighting if all the wins and losses are sealed before they even start." ”

Columne raised his sword, and on the blade of the sword, there seemed to be a thin and faint layer of smoke, and the white smoke spun rapidly, turning into a pale white air current, blowing his hair and swaying, and a strong magical aura permeated.

"It's ...... Sword Qi. Someone in the audience let out an exclamation, and then everyone, including the referee, became extremely exciting.

Sword qi is an ability that can only be mastered by those who have extraordinary talent and comprehension in martial arts, and it will only appear after swordsmanship reaches a certain level.

The knight who has learned the sword qi, compared to the ordinary knight who simply relies on the skill, is completely a qualitative leap, as Kant said, the sword qi comes from magic, in essence, it is a kind of magic power, and the knight who can use the sword qi is equivalent to half a magician to some extent.

Those Sword Masters who were famous in the Continent were all based on mastering the magic power, creating their own unique sword qi and developing a wide variety of sword techniques.

The swordsmanship practiced by Colum was created more than 300 years ago by a mercenary group leader who had reached the realm of a sword master in Thracian Province.

The surging magic vibrated the air, gathering the ubiquitous water element in the air, and the waves of qi visible to the naked eye were like the surging tides in the river, completely enveloping the sword in Colum's hand, and from the outside, it seemed as if the water in the river was flowing endlessly around the reef.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this? Bedwell tilted his head, although he was extremely talented in swordsmanship, but his knowledge was still shallow, and his first reaction was to consult Roland beside him, who was recognized as the strongest within the academy.

Roland looked at the sword in Colum's hand, the surging tide of sword qi like a real stream of water, was making a silent roar, as if announcing his ambition to devour all the enemies in front of the sword.

"I have seen this sword qi in the classics, it comes from a sword technique called [Angry Waves], and its original users invented this sword qi by observing the changes and ups and downs of the tide. ”

"The most primitive form of this sword qi is the water flow, the power is very small, after the advancement, the user can create a turbulent sword qi, the attack range and power are greatly improved, and after reaching the high level, the sword qi form will change again, the top swordsman can even use this set of sword techniques to use the sword qi to simulate the attack effect comparable to the waves, from which the name [Angry Waves] is derived. Roland recalled the contents of the book and said slowly.

"What you see in front of you is the second form of the [Angry Wave] sword qi, although it is still far from the peak of this sword qi, but in this situation, the lethality is already strong enough. Roland commented.

The turbulence formed by the sword qi expanded rapidly, and soon, a milky white vortex roared in front of the tip of the sword.

Goren looked at the sword qi vortex he had created with satisfaction, perhaps because of the encouragement brought by the previous victories, this turbulent sword qi he thought he had played perfectly, enough to crush his opponent in one fell swoop.

Moreover, his wrist was still vibrating, constantly strengthening the power of the vortex.

"If you want to admit defeat, it's still too late..."Columne glanced in the direction where Constantine was, only to see the young man approaching him with a steady and monotonous pace, ignoring the swirl of sword qi that had expanded in size.

Stupid! Columne sneered in his heart, in his opinion, this is the ignorant young man in front of him who was carried away by the blood, any knight with a little common sense knows that taking the initiative to approach a high-level martial artist who has mastered the sword qi is no different from looking for death, reality is not a knight novel, when facing a far more powerful opponent, the seemingly brave and heroic attack is often a harbinger of failure.

The sword qi surged out, surging like a tidal wave, and the viewers all felt suffocated.

The ice on the surface of the ring was torn by the whirlpool, and countless fine ice chips broke free from the embrace of the ice surface and splashed into the air.

In Colum's eyes, the dancing droplets seemed to be jewels sprinkled to congratulate him on his impending victory, and even the twisted cracks on the ice were as flowery as the lines on the red carpet of the Rafal Crystal Hall.

The amazed eyes of everyone in the audience made him flutter even more.

Now, no one will be optimistic about Constantine, and the boy's blunt announcement before has been regarded as a joke.

Many knights shook their heads secretly, turned around and prepared to leave, a battle that was already a foregone conclusion, and it did not arouse their desire to watch at all.

The only one who was still optimistic about Constantine in the field was Roland, and his intuition told him that the victory might not be so simple.

He even began to habitually imagine that if it were him, how would he deal with the terrible attack of [Angry Waves]?

As soon as this thought came to mind, several options flashed through his mind.

Even through the mask, the young man still felt the sword intent surging like a tidal wave.

But he remained calm.

Even the [Winter God Ritual] couldn't stop his pace, let alone a mere sword qi.

The whirlpool was closing in on him, but Dawn was still unsheathed.

Roland frowned, in his calculations, in the case of this distance, if Constantine continued to make no moves, then next, he would have no chance to draw his sword.

Could it be that I really think highly of him?

The vortex was about to completely engulf the boy's figure.

At this moment, a flash of light flashed, and the jade-colored scabbard pierced into the center of the vortex with precision, and felt the external force squeeze the water to shrink frantically towards the center, trying to tear the scabbard to pieces along with its owner's arm.

The vortex rushed, and the air seemed to be the shrill chirping of an invisible bird, but the boy, along with the sword in his hand, was intact, but the whirlpool shrank and shrank in the struggle with the scabbard, and spun in vain like an old-fashioned windmill hanging from the scabbard.

With a twist of Constantine's wrist, the vortex formed by the sword qi was thrown out heavily, sweeping over the fountain square, and the messy air flow scattered and escaped.

There was a burst of exclamations from the audience.

Colum, who was still intoxicated with the fantasy of victory just now, came back to his senses and found that the boy was less than ten meters away from him.

He broke my Angry Waves?

This fact made a trace of consternation pass through Colum's heart, but he was also a mercenary, and his psychological quality was far better than that of ordinary people, so he quickly calmed down.

Ten meters, that is, a distance of a few steps, but for him who has learned the [Angry Wave] sword qi, it is not very difficult to achieve counter-killing at this distance.

The shorter the distance, the less room the opponent will have to dodge and respond when facing the attack of sword qi, and the situation will still be in his favor.

He didn't understand how Constantine did it, but he didn't have time to think about it, and he decided to show his ability to press the bottom of the box.

The blade danced, and in the blink of an eye, several more whirlpools took shape, and the surging sword qi continued into a violent water, which was gloomy and dangerous, and every wave exuded a deadly aura, surging towards the masked boy.

This is one of the most powerful moves in the [Angry Wave] set of swordsmanship.

However, Constantine did not give him the opportunity to perform.

The sword in the young man's hand was like an emerald-colored lightning, so fast that it was dizzying, shuttling over the turbulent tide, piercing all the obstacles along the way, and the waves set off by the sword qi couldn't stop roaring, but it couldn't stop the dazzling blue electric light from breaking through the waves.

It was only ten meters, in the space where the sword qi was so wild that ordinary people couldn't even take a step, the young man stepped on agile and deadly steps, and every time the sword was swung, a splash of water was smashed to pieces.

This picture is really incredible to Colum, those vortices are all made of extremely strong sword energy, and can even cut ordinary magic weapons, but they can't leave the slightest trace on the surface of the scabbard.

Seeing the proud [Angry Wave] being easily broken, Goron's hand holding the sword couldn't help but tremble.