"Hmph!" Mlos let out a breathless voice for the first time in the fight, and he withdrew his hammer in some surprise, slightly puzzled by his opponent's lack of victory. Originally, in the elf's script, he was ready for the offensive conversion, to be precise, this conversion was also his deliberate calculation. Leon's physical strength is not as good as his own, this is obvious, as a sharp warrior, it is understandable to take advantage of the enemy's weakness to take down the opponent, and it is this that Mlos grasps this, hoping to speed up his physical exertion by seducing the Blood Lion to launch an offensive. The duel had taken longer than the elven warlord had anticipated, and he was desperate to find a way to bring the human down.

There was a brief pause on the battlefield, with the elves' hesitation and Leon's retreat halting their battle for nearly three seconds, as agreed. In the eyes of others, the Blood Lion's performance was completely like being completely suppressed by Mlos, and he didn't even dare to mention the idea of attacking, so he could only timidly watch the elven warlord raise the war hammer again. "Roar!" cheered from the elves around the field, satisfied with their general's victory, the outcome of the duel seemed clear to the soldiers, and in order to speed up the process, they began to move forward, narrowing the field with human walls, forcing the duelists to engage more frequently.

Naturally, both Mlos and Leon were aware of this, but it didn't really affect them much, as the two never thought of backing down in front of their opponents. Three seconds, pass. The elven hammer swirled in a circle above his head from right to left, gathering terrifying power, and Mloth stepped forward with his right foot, and the seeds of hatred roared with it, targeting Leon's side face. This scene is very similar to the beginning of the duel, as if after the previous collisions, everything is playing out again. But the chief knight knew that it was impossible, neither his arms, nor his physical strength, nor his sword could stop his opponent's attacks so many times. The winner will be announced soon.

"Wow!" exclaimed the spectators, because in the face of Mloth's hammer, Leon did not choose a passive parry this time, and the knight held the sword in both hands, and swung sideways from right down to left up, as if he was going to fight his opponent hard. "That guy is crazy. Seeing this, the crow muttered that the wizard didn't understand the tricks of so many warriors, but he knew that in terms of strength, whether it was physical condition or weapon type, the advantage was not on Leon's side. Especially when it comes to shocking power, top-down attacks are already advantageous, and the weight of the Seed of Hatred itself is much greater than that of the knight's sword, so it's no wonder that the sorcerer would conclude that Leon is crazy.

"Click!" Sure enough, the wizard's fears came true, and with a heart-pounding crunch, the knight's sword that collided with the prism hammer shortened, and the remaining part was less than a third. A smile appeared on Mloth's lips, the destruction of his opponent's weapon meant that Leon had no means to parry his own attack, as if he had seen the warhammer smash the arrogant knight's head into a terrible dent, and then smash his head in defiance of the opponent's pleas. Kindness? These human beings don't deserve it.

However, if this is the case, why did the elven warlord only see another smiling face when he wanted to see the panic on the enemy's face? "Poof!" The sound of the blade piercing through the flesh came, but it did not come from the two combatants, Leon let go of his right hand holding the hilt of the sword, and as if he had planned for a long time, he reached out and grabbed the two-thirds of the sword body flying in the air, and the sound was caused by holding the blade too hard.

What? That's the only thought that can come to Mlos after witnessing this scene. The opponent's reaction was completely unexpected by the elf, but before he could continue his train of thought, Leon's attack followed. "Bang!" the blood lion then swung his sword to close the distance between him and his opponent, and he used his right hand to plunge the fragment of the long sword into the opponent's left shoulder! However, it was enough to make the audience exclaim in unison.

"You... Hmm!" Mlos wanted to say something, but as soon as he spoke, Leon's blood-stained right palm was already on his face, and the strong smell of blood instantly robbed the elf's sense of smell, and the gushing blood also flowed into his eyes, making him unable to concentrate. The Blood Lion needed this, and the long sword in his left hand had been grasped backwards at some point, and the armor-piercing cone at the top of the hilt slammed into the armor of the elf's abdomen, causing the holder of the Seed of Hatred to bend down to relieve the pain.

Leon and Mlos were about the same height, the latter's short stature made the sneer on the corner of the knight's mouth widen, and he took advantage of the situation to clamp his opponent's head under his left armpit, and removed his right hand from Mlos's face, raising his fist high. This gesture was like some kind of declaration that silenced all the voices on the field, and everyone knew what Leon was going to do next, and that made everyone unconsciously open their mouths.

"Roar!" a fierce war cry erupted from the blood lion's chest, and Mlos, whose ears were pressed against the former's torso, felt that the roar was not far from the roar of the legendary dragon. Immediately after, the pain completely paralyzed the elf's brain, and Leon's right fist slammed down, hitting the severed sword on his opponent's left shoulder! This blow that almost condensed the strength of the knight's whole body sent the sword body downward, and as the red liquid burst out of the wound like a fountain, splashing onto the attacker's face, everyone forgot to cheer or scream. All they felt was an invisible hand grabbing their throats, pressing all the sounds back into their lungs.

"Ah!!h Heavy blows, no doubt heavy blows, the knight chief's attack not only won the battle for him, but even left the enemy's left arm with irreparable damage, and if Mlos was unlucky, amputation was very likely. So, is the duel over? Humanity has won.

"Nope. Bakham roared from behind the human wall in the dueling arena. Because in the face of an opponent who was kneeling on the ground and screaming bitterly, Leon actually picked up the seeds of hatred that fell to the ground!"No!" This is the only thing the elves can do for their general now. As the Blood Lion raised the hammer in the air, the elven warriors had closed their eyes, and they couldn't bear to see their leader's head shattered by their own weapons, which would have completely deprived them of the courage to fight again.

"Whew... Phew..."Blood Lion, holding a war hammer aloft. His right eye was soaked in sweat, and the slight tingling sensation was uncomfortable. And his left eye looked very clearly at the opponent kneeling in front of him, watching him scream and watch him bleed. How wonderful! This invincible elf, the elf who flattened humanity into maggots, now kneels before him, and as long as the hammer falls, there will always be one less irritating creature in the world. How, how wonderful!

"Whew... Phew..."Leon, warhammer aloft. He fought through the pain and opened his sweat-drenched right eye, the red of blood and the blonde hair of Mlos as the only colors he could see. Warhammer, falling. Heavy, heavy...... smashed on the ground, less than a finger away from the elven general's head.

"Poof. The knight who had loosened the hammer sat on the ground, gasping for breath as his opponent was carried away by his people for treatment. Fatigue beyond his body's capacity made his ears ring, and the world seemed so chaotic to Leon. Victory or defeat, life or death, is meaningless at this moment, meaningless. Just like when I was on that damn battlefield all those years ago. There is no point in killing or being killed......

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