But that's exactly what Philip was hoping for, as he deftly unloaded a round of slashes, taking advantage of his opponent's movement too hard to open the door, knocking Dean to the ground with a shoulder slam and kicking his tomahawk away.

Then, following Bruce's previous moves, he jumped high and slashed at Dean with the blade of a lion's roar for the first time.

Without the bonus of a special alloy, the Lion's Roar is not that sharp, and is just the best of a fine weapon.

Dean knew this, too, and confidently raised his arms and locked them together, confident that his hard armor and strengthened arms would be enough to resist the attack.

There was no violent collision as expected, the lion roared as fast and slow, and it seemed to touch the armor on the arm lightly, not even a little deformed, as if gently touching.

But Dean's face changed immediately, for he felt that since Philip had swung the axe, his whole figure had become unusually tall, like a giant standing tall in the sky, and no matter where he hid, it seemed that he could not dodge.

With a light impact, he was surprised to find that there was no pain and strength as he had imagined, as if the overwhelming axe before was just his delusion.

Sure enough, it was just scary to look at, he laughed, and wanted to pick up the striking tomahawk and start fighting back, this little ghost just glanced at his appearance, and it was useless.

But before he could bend down, he suddenly found that the muscles in his left arm seemed to be out of control, and he did not make corresponding movements according to his orders at all, and a stream of heat was flowing inside, and it was constantly expanding outward.

"Ahh

The swelling felt stronger and stronger, and the sharp pain followed, and then the sound of bones breaking and muscles tearing apart was heard.

Dean finally couldn't help it, clutching his left arm and screaming loudly.

Philip was pleased with his blow, and since he realized something that day, he has kept trying, but so far, the success rate is less than 30%.

I didn't expect it to be used on people for the first time today, and it was successful in one fell swoop.

Although Dean was screaming, in the eyes of the audience, his armor was intact, and it looked more like a pretend.

As a result, even louder mockery and boos suddenly rang out in the arena, and only two or three people who could see the way stood up and looked at Philip's figure with a burning gaze.

It's a pity that the price is too great, and Philip has already consumed a lot of physical strength under one blow, so it is impossible to use such a trick all the time.

He decided not to play anymore and put an end to this boring show as soon as possible.

Dean had all but given up on the attack, completely locked in mechanical resistance, and all he could think about was how to surrender with only one arm left.

For the first time in his life, he felt that death was so close to him.

The duel on the field looked very intense, and in the eyes of the audience, the two sides fought hand-to-hand, you came and went, and the battle was fierce.

But in the eyes of real insiders, it's a little funny.

Dean tried to let go of the axe, but Philip struck it on it, keeping it tightly against Dean's body.

Dean tried to fall to the ground and pretend to pass out, but Philip kicked him in the back to prevent him from falling.

At the same time, he is also experimenting all over his body, trying to use that trick, anyway, there will be a medical priest, as long as he doesn't die on the spot.

"This kid is ruthless and will repay him, just like Brad when he was young. This is the comment of a hostile force.

"What the hell is Philip doing, why not be ruthless?" was Chris's angry voice.

"This kid's movements already have a bit of charm, and he can be regarded as a person who has entered the house, and he is talented. "This is the comment of a certain swordsman.

"......" This is a handsome middle-aged man standing in the main stand of the arena.

"It's almost, if you fight any longer, you'll be completely ruined. "This is Judge Sean.

He was the closest, and of course knew what Philip was doing.

It was only because he thought that it was enough for Philip to breathe out that he pressed it and didn't stop it.

Finally, Philip swung the lion's roar and used his previous move again, only this time to slash Dean's right hand.

And he himself stood aside panting because of his exhaustion of physical strength.

"Ahh

"DUANG, DUANG" SEAN FINALLY COULDN'T SEE IT ANYMORE AND HAD TO RING THE BELL AND STOP THE DUEL.

This is no longer a duel, but a complete torture.

Philip faced the audience, the aristocratic courtesy bowed, enjoying their cheers and applause, and even the excited woman took something off her clothes and threw it down.

Arriving at the main stand, Philip met the handsome middle-aged man, grinned, raised the lion roar in his hand, and made a slashing motion downward.

The middle-aged man didn't say a word, turned to leave, his face pale.

The appearance of the middle-aged man made Philip understand who was making trouble.

He sneered, whether it was his biological father and son, I don't know if it was the same stupidity, or the same arrogance, otherwise how could he always like to verify his conspiracy with his own eyes.

He walked around the court, bowing in acknowledgment and shouting out the last name "Snape."

One, two, ten, hundreds......

"Snape!"

"Snape!"

"Snape!"

Driven by him, there was a neat shout in the arena, making the name of this ancient and iron-blooded family resound in the sky above the imperial capital again.

Dean had now been carried to the sidelines, and with the help of the crowd, he had taken off his armor.

"Wow", an exclamation sounded, and there were several sounds of nausea and vomiting.

I saw that under Dean's seemingly intact armor, the flesh and bones on the back of his chest were no different, but the two arms were like wooden stakes that had been twisted by monsters, especially the right arm, which was only connected by a little flesh and skin, and the bones were completely broken into pieces and shapeless.

Sean, the head referee, glanced at the blonde boy in the distance, feeling a little chilled in his heart, but he didn't say anything.

This duel was supposed to be held with his consent, and this pot was easier for him to carry in comparison.

Todd looked at the former disciples who were not human, as well as Wesley and the others, with calm and calm faces, and his heart trembled, is this a family from the border military city?

Sure enough, it was completely different from the comfortable imperial capital, and he sighed that he was fortunate to react quickly enough just now to push the disaster clean.

Medical Priest Osvid sighed, and also glanced at the sunny boy in the distance.

Old friend Lynch talked about the child in front of him more than once, and even his niece now lives in each other's house, and it seems that she still has a close relationship with this teenager.

He didn't know whether to rejoice or worry about his old friend.

But remembering that Lynch once said after drinking that this child's life will be accompanied by endless killing, it doesn't seem to make any sense.

The Dean in front of him, even if he makes a full effort, coupled with countless precious medicinal materials, I am afraid that these hands will be useless in the future, but it is where he awakens, so vicious.

Bruce had gotten the best of his life and came to his senses.

The broken bones have been connected, and the tears and contusions of the muscles can only be slowly recovered by relying on time, but fortunately, there will be no sequelae.

He was still lying on the bed, looking at his cousin, listening to the deafening family name in his ears, and tears flashed in his eyes.

Perhaps, the one who can lead the family to glory is still his cousin.

Philip returned to the field and trotted up to Bruce, crouched on the ground, and held his hand.

The concern and worry in his eyes warmed Bruce's heart, and he couldn't stop his tears at all.

Philip also cried, and the brothers inexplicably hugged their heads and cried after a game, making Wesley and others feel that the painting style was a little crooked.

"It's still the Blazer family, it seems that those two fish eggs scared them. Philip said.

"Well, the competition at that other venue is over, and our next round opponent is Steven's house. Bruce said weakly.

As soon as the group returned to the hotel, the others were still discussing the details of Philip's duel just now, while Philip was holding a soup bowl and standing by Bruce's side.

With a burst of exclamation, the door of the hotel was slammed open from the outside, and two people blew in like the wind.

Philip looked up and smiled wryly, it was his aunt Lily and cousin Shirley.

Uncle White and cousin Robert followed, their faces equally gloomy, as if a storm was brewing.

The aunt first checked Bruce's injuries, and when Lily saw the bruises on his chest, the nails of both hands were embedded in the palms.

The whip in her cousin Shirley's hand was broken into two pieces by her.

Lily's voice was so loud that her angry roar echoed throughout the hotel: "Roland, that old immortal, how dare he, he is provoking an all-out war." ”

After speaking, she grabbed her uncle's collar, and her body trembled a little because of anger: "White, what do you say now, it is your own nephew who is lying there dying, are you still whitewashing the peace for them?"

Uncle White surprisingly did not resist, sighed, and admitted, "It was my fault that I overestimated their integrity." It seems that they have been preparing for a long time, not only did they not take the Snape family seriously, but even we Lawrence family were underestimated. ”

He patted his aunt's hand, motioned for her to let go, and then came to Bruce's front and said, "You can move back home in a while, recuperate in peace, and leave everything to me." ”

He raised his head, looked Philip in the eye, and instructed, "You have done a good job today, and the blood feud must be repaid with blood." As for whether or not to continue to participate in the next competitions, it is up to you to decide, and I will arrange for someone to follow you. ”

Philip smiled and replied, "Of course you have to participate, the next one is the real highlight." I'd love to see for myself how that old guy would feel when his own grandson was turned into a wreck in front of him. ”

Only then did White and the others know that their next opponent happened to be Steven's Marchip Intermediate Military Academy, so they nodded and didn't stop it again.