The tournament finally started after the Grand Duke of Kimmer gave the "start" order. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoGrentis and Credlaw rushed towards each other almost at the same time, and the blood of the death row prisoners completely ignited the fighting spirit of the two, especially Grentis, who couldn't wait to win the championship with his opponent! Xiao Xianrou had a wind under his feet, giving full play to the advantages of the faction and calmly moving to avoid it, how could Grentis give in? With a roar, the fishing net had already been withdrawn, and his hand was wrapped around the opponent's ankle. Credlaw hurriedly walked, but he was only able to avoid it, and there was no feeling of wandering around in the previous games, it seemed that Grentis was indeed very material, and the cynical smile on Xiao Xianrou's face finally disappeared.

Although the fishing net is difficult to control as a soft weapon, the distance advantage is huge, and it is even more vividly exerted in the hands of a top "water ghost" like Glintys. Credlaw moved one after another, but he couldn't step into the net's attack radius at all, and after several failed attempts to rush, he had to give up for the time being, and instead swim outside the range of the net, waiting for an opportunity.

On the VIP seat, the corners of Makqin's mouth showed a long-lost smile: In this style of play, Credlao seems to be passive, but in fact, he retains his strength to the greatest extent. Wielding a fishing net consumes much more physical strength than positioning, as long as Grentis's movements are slightly sluggish, he will be caught and counterattacked instantly, and Xiao Xianrou has a greater chance of winning. In this tournament, more than twenty of his other elites have been lost, and all their hopes are pinned on this unreliable soldier, if Xiao Jiang loses to Esenhard again, the family may have no hope. His big benefactor, the obedient Lord Gunnag also nodded again and again, he who had been born and died on the battlefield could naturally see the doorway, and Credder, who was also a soldier, played very skillfully, and it was estimated that it would not be long before the reckless Grentis would suffer.

Sure enough, after ten minutes, the action of the ugly-faced water ghost throwing the fishing net seemed to be less fluid, and the most recent fishing net was obviously half a beat slower than before. How could Credlaw let go of such a good opportunity? Immediately bypassing the net and stepping forward, several people approached Grentis's side, shouted, covered the edge of the long sword with his shield, and stabbed it at the waist of the ugly-faced water ghost at a very tricky angle, and he was about to turn red!

"Hahaha!" Glintys laughed like a crow, and the saber "Meat Fork" flipped over, deftly holding the blade of the sword, and then spun around and swiped it into the opponent's chest with lightning speed. Credlaw was shocked, secretly screaming "not good", and hurriedly retreated to try to dodge, but to his great surprise, the "meat fork" seemed to have eyes, and "hum" let out an imperceptible resonance, and actually corrected the attack trajectory by itself and advanced half an inch in the direction of his retreat! Xiao Xianrou only felt a chill in his chest, but he didn't expect that Xiao Jiangzhan's blood would be handed over to his side.

"Good!" the crowd cheered in unison, and Claydrau jumped out of the circle in embarrassment, only to see that he had been cut with a shocking bloody cut on his chest, which stood out above the white and toned muscles. Glintys laughed and swung his fishing net at him, and he was so frightened that he had to retreat, his eyes fixed on the saber in the hand of the ugly water ghost.

"High, really high!" Zhang Long, who was watching the battle behind the window of the rest area, couldn't help but admire the Leprosy Count's understanding and control of the arena: maybe Perron's blacksmith is not as capable as Eresa, but whether it is for Rixat or this time for Grentis, the equipment created can really target the characteristics of his opponent. The sheep-headed man is unmatched, and ordinary weapons are useless, but as long as they are broken by the "crushing blow", they are basically useless; as the leader of the infantry gladiators, Credlaw's advantage is flexible hand-to-hand grappling, and the domineering "ignore target defense" on the "meat fork" can automatically correct the attack direction within just the right range, so that the opponent's clever wandering is useless, as long as you enter the attack radius of the saber, you will inevitably be injured!

It can be said that it was only at this time that Zhang Long really understood why Blizzard set the "defense" in the game as the probability of not being hit. Before, he was puzzled by this as many other players: literally, "defense" should be damage reduction, "not hit" shouldn't be "dodge", and the heavier the armor, the more it should hinder "dodge"......

However, when it came to the three-dimensional St. Hugh Yari, he finally understood that "not hitting" was the truly reasonable design, because in reality, there is no such thing as "blood volume", and no matter how strong a person is, he can't help but get hurt. And the armor, helmet, and positioning, without exception, have the ultimate goal of preventing the flesh and blood from being directly hit! The heavy armor certainly affects the movement, but at the same time, it does make it more difficult for the blade to hurt the fragile body inside. Therefore, the "Meat Fork" automatically corrects the attack direction of "ignoring the target defense", which is simply too against the sky, and if Credlaw still follows the "step-style" stereotyped play style to wander within the attack range of the saber, he is definitely looking for death!

However, Credlaw on the field is a fan of the authorities. How could the attributes of the dark gold weapon be easily understood by ordinary people? Although he felt that he was a little ignorant of the sword just now, he couldn't think of the origin behind it. For the defeat just now, he blamed himself more on the fact that he was deceived by Grentis's feigned delay in swinging the fishing net. Fortunately, although the wound was large, it was not very deep, and there was no drag on his combat effectiveness, and after shaking his spirits, he continued to cautiously swim outside the attack range of the fishing net, waiting for the opportunity to get close.

And Grentis also knew that the trick used once would not be effective the second time, so he simply stopped swinging the net to attack, but dragged the fishing net to the ground, cautiously staring at the opponent to keep the brake still. Credlaw seemed bored as he wandered around and flipped through the sword flowers, but in fact he was carefully brewing the feel of the long sword. This sword, part of a three-piece suit that Maxim had spared no expense in tailoring for him, was extremely handy and incomparably sharp, and when it resonated with the entire suit, it was even more lethal in magic. Although he didn't know magic, he could vaguely feel the echo of the power of the suit, and finally, his hand felt it!

Glintis sneered and threw out the fishing net, and covered the door of Credlaw's head, and was about to succeed, but he didn't expect that the red light flashed, and the fishing net was cut alive from the middle by the long sword!

In the game, this represents the so-called "critical hit" of the player, which can deal double the original damage, while the three-dimensional Santa Hugh Arry does not have these complicated data, and the "fatal attack" represents a sudden burst of great power under the user's proper feel control. This time, it was the water ghost gladiator's signature that suffered: fishing nets!

"Drink!" Credlaw succeeded in destroying the opponent's off-hand weapon, and the advantage was immediately apparent. He was in ecstasy, leaping to his feet, his sword slashing at Grentis's face. The ugly-faced water ghost woke up from the stunned loss of the fishing net in time, roared angrily, threw away the half of the fishing net in his hand, crossed the saber, pressed the root of his left palm against the cut on the back of the knife, pushed it out with great force, and blocked it against the blade.

"It's broken!" Zhang Long, who was watching the battle behind the grille window, exclaimed, "Don't block it!"