As for the duel, this is the first time that the black-haired man has come to this world, although he relies on the foundation and skills of Kabore, but these are not things that he was born with through continuous learning and training, and he is always an outsider.

What's more, there are more uncertain factors in actual combat, and if these factors are not discovered in time, then it is likely that they will become the ghost of the opponent in one of the encounters.

Be careful and never let go of any details. Zhuge tried to unfold the magic net, but the magic net seemed to repel the evil qi on the long sword, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't summon it.

Although I don't know what the truth is, the black-haired man can only bite the bullet at the moment.

Serafi unsheathed his knives and threw them out at random, holding them slightly to the sides, a gesture that helped to reduce the obstacles to movement. The male drow moved quickly, as if he had memorized the pattern of the arena, skillfully moving between the pillars in the arena and using these obstacles to fend off possible long-range attacks from the dark-haired man.

The trajectory of the other party's movement seems to be unable to find the slightest pattern. Seeing this, the black-haired man frowned, and secretly he pondered, "I don't know what the rules are, the use of spells needs to be cautious, and it is best to be able to use them when you can succeed in one blow." ”

But if you have to wait for the right time to use it, you will inevitably have to fight the opponent in close quarters and head-on. The black-haired man's arm holding the long sword trembled slightly, and he looked at the martial arts chief who was rushing in front of him with some unconfidence, and what kind of power was hidden in that dexterous figure.

Zhuge took a deep breath to relax his nervous emotions, and the instinct from his body constantly drove him to make some actions subconsciously, this kind of physical excitement and psychological confusion constituted a great contrast, although it did not affect the action, but it was deadly enough.

......

There was a slight movement beside her, but High Priest Drow didn't pay much attention to it, for she knew who was coming.

Secillis, like most people on the field, focused his eyes on the square, and the two people standing in the arena were the long-famous Evant family martial arts chief, and the three gold star markers on his shoulders had already clearly explained the strength of the star.

On the other side is a black-haired human who suddenly appeared, although it looks mysterious, the face on his face is extremely charming, even more than most drow women, which makes many dark female elves who are not deeply involved in the world unconsciously look a little more sideways.

But no one was optimistic about the brunette man.

"The young man has a good foundation, but if he continues like this, he will die. Looking directly at the movement in the field, the man next to him said in a low voice.

Sehiris responded, naturally in her heart she didn't want the annoying Serafi to win, after all, she had put all her chips on the black-haired man, and she asked, "Father also has this opinion about Zhuge ?

With his hands folded around his chest, Zoorn's strongest man gave the answer: "There is one thing missing in him - battle spirit." ”

"What's that?" Thécillis was not a warrior, and as the High Priestess of Drow, she could not comprehend the existence of these barbarians—except for her father, of course.

"I haven't seen Zhuge make a move, but judging from his performance so far, he is not completely ready. ”

"Maybe he has a lot of achievements in the future, but right now, he's just a chick. Zorn analyzed sharply, although the words that came out of his mouth were very sharp, "Only by putting aside all scruples, putting aside the trade-offs, and using all your own means to achieve the goal of defeating the other party, this is what a warrior should do on the battlefield." ”

As she spoke, Sehiris turned her head, and there was a hint of remembrance on her father's face.

"That's what an old friend told me. ”

"What then?" High Priest Drow's mindset has long been solidified, although due to her father's influence has changed a little, she still can't grasp the essentials, maybe this needs the appearance of another person who can really make her pay attention to change.

"Satorium. The Rachel family's chief martial artist spat out a word.

......

"Damn, is it necessary to press like this?"

The black-haired man has blocked the slash from the Evant Martial Arts Long Double Knife no less than dozens of times, if it weren't for the foundation of physical fitness and martial arts, he would have already become the soul of the other party's sword, thinking about his own nonsense before, Zhuge felt a little hot on his face.

"What kind of master should I be, you only have this ability?" Serafi's eyes showed a furious aura, he found the gap in the opponent's movement, raised his right foot, and kicked the black-haired man's lower abdomen hard, "Aren't you going to kill me?"

The strong pain produced a flame in the lower abdomen, and the black-haired man flew backwards under the force of the slam blow, and slammed heavily on the ground, a mess in his mind, so that Zhuge couldn't think at all. "Painful ......"

This is not the end, Evant Martial Arts Chief holds the double knives behind his back and jumps high, and the two knives are vertical as he gallops, stabbing hard at the black-haired man who can't move.

The warning in the magic net alerted the black-haired man in a hurry, and subconsciously he rolled to the side with all his might, and one of the blades was as close as it was to the edge of his face.

Serafi looked down at Zhuge with a very pleasant expression on his face, sweeping away the anger he had previously felt due to the disadvantage of his mouth cannon. He said to Zhuge with a lewd smile: "As long as you die, I will not be guilty of the previous festival." And the loot on the gimbal and Sehiris, I laughed at it. ”

"I don't know what courage you have to stand up and provoke me. He paused, looked back at the gimbal behind him in front of the black-haired man, and said with an expectant expression, "However, for your sake, I will even cheer for your share tonight." ”

"Get out!"

The black-haired man who fell to the ground quickly retracted his leg and kicked hard at the male Drow, which was faster than Serafi expected, and he couldn't dodge, staggering back a few steps in the opposite direction. And Zhuge took advantage of this free time to immediately turn over from the ground and stand up, the long sword in his hand seemed to sense the anger of his master, and the long and narrow limbs pierced into a deeper position.

The black-haired man quickly attacked his opponent. The long sword in his hand was like a part of his body, and he could be retracted freely, but the strongest martial artist in the audience saw his movements completely in his heart.

The black figure marked a big question mark in his mind, "This, how can there be traces of General Barkin?"

The long sword opened and closed wide in the black-haired man's hand, without too many flashy false moves. Since the long sword is already superior to the length of the scimitar in terms of distance, the heavy attack makes the opponent have to abandon the usual attack.

Serafi felt the tingling sensation coming from her arm.

"Hmph. ”

He opened his mouth wide and bit down his lower lip, a trace of red liquid running from the wound, the pungent smell of blood making him even more excited.

The male drow's eyes widened, and he roared in silence.

"Despicable human!"