The overly entrusting Fetsuma was yelled at by the "Madness" Aoyi, and there was no protection at all, and the sound waves that were enough to break the mind were all taken away! Burke knew that Fecma was also a barbarian who understood the "fluctuation of battle will", which was completely different from the previous Suharto, so this "madness" can be said to have used all his strength, if it shocked an ordinary person at such a close distance, I am afraid that he would completely go crazy, and spend the rest of his life in inexplicable fear. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info But is Fichmar an idle person?

This woodcutter, gambler, and drunkard, who was once unproductive and could not even be a warrior in the tribe, has long been forged into a steely gladiator by the Isenhard family, and more importantly, his dedication to winning the championship and becoming a god is unmatched. The magic sound pierced his brain, although it also hit fear into his mind and temporarily blinded his mind, but it couldn't hurt the deepest subconscious of his heart at all. The Phi Quema in the arena froze, and the burning battle intent around his body seemed to be suppressed, but he was not paralyzed as Burke expected, and even, when Burke's double-edged axe slashed at the front door, he could still raise the axe in time to block it!

Burke was shocked: What kind of material is this guy made of? Seeing that Fitsuma had been yelled at and his mouth was drooling, he should have fallen to the ground and let him slaughter him, how could he still parry? But it was okay, at least now the initiative was on his side! He shook his spirits, and the double-edged axe and spiked shield bowed left and right to beckon Fichmar, forcing him to retreat step by step, and he was about to retreat to the corner, and it seemed that victory was in sight.

At this time, Fekchuma's mind was just chaos. His mind had been completely disrupted by the "Furiousness", and the boundless fear seemed to fill him, and at the same time he was swept away by the surging battle intent in his heart. The two different forces entangled and fused together, and in the end, the fear caused by the fluctuation of "Roar" was completely swallowed by the battle intent, forming a strange energy that was even more fiery than the flames, completely penetrating the blood veins around him.

Unconsciously, the "Heavy Blow" scroll hidden in the cowhide belly band was also wrapped in this new energy, and it burned on its own without being driven by the spell. The reddish flames silently engulfed the entire scroll, finally scattering in pieces with a violent explosion.

The powerful shock wave knocked Burke far away, and Fishma's back slammed into the brick wall at the edge of the arena, shattering the belt and leaving a striking burn on his belly. But Fitsuma's gaze had changed from confusion to fanaticism, and the rolling and rushing battle spirit was released to the fullest, making the half circle of spectators in the stands closest to him involuntarily retreat.

"Hahahaha!" the barbarian laughed wildly, his whole body seemed to radiate an incandescent brilliance, and the giant axe slashed a fierce wind around him.

"My battle will gallop like a thousand horses!" Phyruma let out a thunderous cry and pressed down on Burke like a wild chariot. Burke was horrified: Is this really just a gladiator who was a woodcutter? In the army of the tribe, even the centurion may not have such a great strength! At this point, he had no way to retreat, but to gather his fighting spirit and fight to the death. Burke exerted his left arm, violently raised the spiked shield, and in his right hand grasped the double-edged axe, quickly gathered the force needed to "hit hard", and rushed forward at Fitsuma with a roar. The audience was boiling again, and they knew that the next confrontation would be brilliant!

"Huh!" Fikruma's great axe slashed squarely at the spiked shield, but there was no loud cracking sound, and the half-drawn shield flew into the air like a kite with a broken string of half-amputated arms, and the fracture was so clean and neat, as if it was not wood, metal, and flesh that had been cut, but noodles under the kitchen knife!

Burke's attack didn't slow down at all, and the "heavy blow" was almost instinctively unleashed, and the double-edged axe slashed at the enemy. Fekmar's great axe had already been twisted, and the heavy blade of the double-edged axe was cut in half like tofu, and Burke fell to Fekma's feet by inertia: he was defeated.

When the dust settled, Burke's severed arm finally spurted blood, and the pain began to reach his nerves, but he fainted from exhaustion before he could scream. The crowd rose from their seats and shouted his name in unison, and the game was an eye-opener for the citizens of Wasam, and Fetsuma's shocking blow became a great conversation after dinner, and even bards adapted the game into a record book, which became all the rage.

But the most shocking thing was Zhang Long, who was watching the game in the rest area. He was arguably one of the very few people on the scene who really understood what was really going on in the arena.

"Berserker...... A true berserker......" Zhang Long muttered. He knew that this was the result of the fusion of Fetsuma's strong battle intent under the impact of "Furious" and the "Heavy Attack" scroll hidden in the girdle, almost by mistake, allowing Fekruma to comprehend one of the ultimate mysteries of the barbarians, the "Berserker"! According to Blizzard's description, it was the supreme combat method that the barbarians could only comprehend when they were on the edge of sanity and madness, and the battle intent was unreservedly integrated into the attack. The terrible thing about the Berserker is that it is no longer a simple physical force that hits the enemy, but a pure battle spirit, in the face of which any armor and shield is useless, if you can't understand it, just look at Burke's shield, severed arm, and the iron axe that was cut in half!

However, with Phytchuma's current Taoism, can the body bear the ultimate mystery rashly?

The answer is no. Before the slaves could be stripped of their dying Burke's equipment and handed it to him, Fetsuma collapsed like a piece of wood and passed out.

This is painful, and the wound is still painful for Zhang Long. The two miscellaneous slaves used all their strength to carry the heavy Fei Quma back to the rest area: a living person is not a corpse, let alone a big star who has just entered the top four, how can he be dragged on the ground casually when he is expensive? After commanding the two buddies with the inverted frieze to carefully put Fei Quma on the bunk, Zhang Long immediately urged the holy light to give him a full body examination, and the more he investigated, the more worried he became, and his brows quickly twisted into a big pimple.

"How's it going?" Ricksat asked anxiously.

Zhang Long sighed and turned his head: "The breath is chaotic, it is very dangerous!" He took the medicine box and rummaged through it for a long time, shook his head and said, "These are all for external injuries, we must go back to the mansion immediately, or find Lucas." Otherwise, he will probably never wake up, and even if he does, he will become crazy!"

"What?" Ricksat froze, "aren't you a healer? he has almost no wounds on his body, how can this be?"

"Chief Guard, this is not an external injury," Zhang Long explained, "It was several mystical forces that hit the brain, and used the immortal plug...... No...... The saying of the Vichin people is called 'Qi and blood act in vain, and the meridians are chaotic'!" The mysterious words in the health program that my parents watched before crossing were actually used at this time, and they also bluffed Rixsat and others. However, this just made them realize the seriousness of the problem, and Rixat once again ignored the weakness of the initial recovery from serious injuries, and personally hired a carriage to run to the West District again to ask for help, while Zhang Long stayed here, holding Feiquma's temples with both hands and slowly injecting holy light, first stabilizing the critical condition.

"......," Zhang Long muttered secretly, "Skipping the level to learn skills really doesn't work......