Roland's voice reached his ears with such clarity that it was so clear that it made it difficult for Gawain to react, causing his sword to hesitate involuntarily for a second.

When he came back to his senses, he turned his head to see a figure wearing a silver mask already standing behind him.

How was that possible? When did it appear?

Not only him, but the other members of the Red Group, except for Roland, had no expression on their faces other than surprise.

However, after all, Gawain was an elite student cultivated by the Paladin Academy, and he was very decisive, and quickly retreated to the side, but when he retreated, the original three-person formation of a trap instantly appeared a loophole.

Constantine ignored Gawain, his figure quickly swept to Blaze's side, and the scabbard turned into a dark green shadow and quickly swung out, just right to hold the two silver blades that quickly fell.

There was a crisp crash, and for a short moment, the two besieging Blaze each let out a muffled grunt, and then retreated faster than they had come.

Julien and Claudia glanced at each other, and they both saw the consternation in each other's eyes, their combined attack was seamless, and they were already about to knock Blaze down, but they didn't expect Morningstar's intervention to be so fast.

What's even more terrifying is that the fighter's attacks are so sharp and angled that a single blow completely disrupts their rhythm and makes them have to retreat.

"It's okay!" bland words came from under the mask.

"It's okay, it's so dangerous that you're here, otherwise Lao Tzu will have to use that trick. Blaze gave Constantine a thumbs up.

"Your hole cards are crucial to our victory, so don't play them until you have to. Constantine looked at the members of the Red Group who had gathered around again. "Next, it's time for us to go too. ”

"Of course, whatever the fuck formation, brothers, let's rush together!" Blaze laughed, and in his high-pitched roar, the swordsmen of the Blue Group drew their swords.

The bright sword light overshadowed the faint magical brilliance that fell from the sky above the arena in an instant, and at this moment, the glory and blood of being a top knight awakened in them, and a powerful sword aura was stimulated, intertwined and resonated with each other, making the arena boiling at night.

Rommel snorted coldly, plunged the blue flag into the crimson hot sand behind him, and then stretched out his hand, the magic condensed in his hand, and the spear formed by the cold ice appeared in his hand, the coldness instantly filled, and the excitement bloomed in his eyes.

"It's still a bit like this, it looks like tonight's fight is going to be a little interesting, Morningstar, don't let me down. Rommel glanced around, only to see that the masked boy was nowhere to be seen again.

There was no superfluous communication, and the members of the blue team rushed to their pre-selected targets very tacitly, although the pace was not uniform, but their momentum seemed to be harmonious.

"All members, keep your position, Galahad, sword qi cover. Looking at the high-ranking knights who were charging like rainbows, Roland's expression and tone did not change in the slightest, as cold and hard as an iceberg.

The indifference and confidence in the tone dispelled the fear that had just emerged in the hearts of the members of the red team, and the trust in Roland, as well as the years of training, allowed them to stabilize the formation at the critical moment and respond with the fastest speed.

The whistling sound sounded again, Galahad held his sword in both hands, and swung his sword qi in a multi-stage slash manner, and in the night sky, countless air blades fell like raindrops, enveloping the heads of the knights, landing at their feet, crimson hot sand rose up, and then scattered in all directions.

In the smoke and dust, Blaze, who had taken the lead, confronted Gawain again, and this time, Paladin's knights learned their lesson and concentrated all their magical power, and the dazzling arc of energy remained wrapped around the sword of [Shining Cloud].

Each impact of the two swords caused a small amount of electricity to rush to Blaze's sword, and the continuous paralysis made it difficult for Blaze to exert his full strength, and the two sides were evenly matched.

Julien and Claudia, the duo that caused headaches for Blaze, encountered Rodlis, who was holding a magic shield, and in an instant, the sword light intertwined into a shining silver sword shadow that enveloped Rodlis's head.

Claudia's graceful body turned into a gust of wind walking through the forest, and the light and elegant swordsmanship danced out layer upon layer, dizzying, and Yu Lian was like quicksand wrapped in the wind, using various gaps to make people unguardable.

However, the two found that the shield in front of them was like a hard turtle shell, no matter how gorgeous the move was, no matter how tricky the angle, it lost its effectiveness for a while.

Rodlis didn't choose to go toe-to-toe with the two at all, his shield was as impregnable as the walls of Olympia, and as the most defensive knight of all the contestants, his role was on display.

Before the team battle began, Constantine gave him the task of holding back at least two knights of the opposing side no matter what.

Coming from a civilian background, Rodrith carried out this most simple and difficult order perfectly with his usual tenacity and calmness, and the opponent was still two elites from the Palatine Academy, such a picture is really unimaginable, but Rodlis did it.

The sword and shield collided incessantly, and the bean-sized spark splattered from the smooth shield surface, and in the face of the suffocating hybrid attacks of the two knights, his shield showed no signs of being shaken, and remained motionless under the slash of the twin swords.

"It's a terrible concentration. Monte Cristo in the stands exclaimed, and not only him, but at least half of the audience, couldn't help but look at Rodris, who had been the least noticeable since the start of the competition.

"This knight has succeeded in turning defense into an art, see? Ladies and gentlemen, there are times when a calm defense is more powerful than a blind attack on the battlefield, and let us applaud the knight. ”

Angela and Helka tried to get close to Galahad, but to their dismay, Galahad's wind swordsmanship was just enough to restrain the two who were good at hand-to-hand combat, and whenever they tried to get closer, countless wind blades would attack and force them back.

On another level, however, Galahad was able to be successfully pinned down by the two of them, and most of the rain of wind and blades that had been used to interfere with the rest of the BLU team poured down on Angela.

Rommel held the blue ice gun in his hand, and walked indifferently towards Roland who was holding the banner, the tip of the spear exuding a cold winter breath slashed the sand under his feet, and along the direction he walked, the red sand and stone covered with a thin layer of frost.

And in front of him was Metternich, who also looked cold.

"Dragon-veiners from the dynasty, please stop here. Metternich said coldly, the Knight's Sword of St. Peter in his hand flashed with cold light, and he was horizontal in front of Rommel, confronting the powerful and mysterious Dragon Vein in the eyes of the world, but he did not have the slightest nervousness.

"Knowing that I am a dragon vein, and still dare to stand in the way of my initiative, these years are numbered, there is a guy named Julils in the Royal Academy of Magic who did this last time, and ended up lying in the hospital for a few weeks. Rommel said lazily.

"My grandfather died at the hands of your dragon knights, and if I could defeat you dragon veiners at the cost of a few weeks in the hospital, I would wake up laughing in my dreams. ”

After making the declaration of challenge, Metternich raised his sword in both hands and slashed at Rommel with his sword.

And at the same moment, Rommel's ice gun also stabbed out.

Sharp blades and spears are intertwined, steel and ice are bitten, two weapons of different materials collide to create crisp notes, and the rhythmic sword song echoes in the arena and falls on the ears of the warriors, with a thrilling beauty.

It has to be said that Metternich's swordsmanship is extremely amazing, in the face of the fierce spear stabbing of the dragon vein warlock, the St. Peter knight's sword in his hand does not fall at all, and the arc composed of continuous sword shadows weaves into a silver wheel of light, swinging every blow from the ice spear.

The attack and defense of the two knights were dense and fast, and every poke of the dragon lance youth was filled with strong force, and the speed was fast, and the amazing physique of the dragon vein man who was born far beyond mortals was all displayed in the eyes of the Holy Empire people at this moment, and almost the moment he stepped into the confrontation distance, he occupied the absolute upper hand in momentum.

Metternich was not afraid, his arms did not pause in the slightest, and with his skill and body skills, he wiped out the advantages of the dragon veins little by little.

During the three years of his studies at the Academy, he had carefully studied the fighting styles and characteristics of the Dragon Knights, and had done a lot of targeted exercises on them, so that he could deal with them with ease.

With the swift pace of flowing water, the rapid alternation of spears and swords, red dust and sand and stones flew under their feet, mixed with the splashed hot sand, and countless shiny debris, which were ice crystals peeling from the ice spear in the hands of the dragon lance youth.

With the passage of time, Metternich reversed the initial unfavorable situation, even the frost war spear condensed by magic could not resist Metternich's longsword of anger, after all, it was an unrefined temporary weapon, and after bearing more power than the material itself, it began to irreversibly disintegrate.

There was another burst of exclamation in the field, at this moment, even if there were no other knights on the field, the confrontation between these two people alone was enough to feast the eyes of all the spectators.

Several judges also looked at Metternich with undisguised appreciation in their eyes, "This is the highest level of swordsmanship duel in Olympia City in the past ten years. Count Fastia, who rarely complimented others, also made a comment.

Behind him, the clerks excitedly recorded the comment.