After announcing the official start of the challenge, the two leaders stepped back and gave up the open space to the challengers. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe Scelendons of the Black Lizard tribe were so proud of their bravery that they only took two steps back at random and stopped, while the Stepheads of the Walking tribe were very self-aware and did not stop until their backs met the gathered crowd.

In previous challenges, most of the first three minutes of preparation time was spent threatening and insulting, or promoting one's own merits and prestige. Homer shouted a few words at the top of his lungs, but received no response from the other side, so he had to shut his mouth in a sneer.

Merlin Avery was well aware of the real gap between them, and he wasted no time activating his alchemic skills one after another. A pale blue aura appeared at his feet, followed by a golden aura as thin as a needle and a slightly eerie blood-red aura. As the three minutes were about to end, Avery suddenly raised his right hand and shouted "Hey!" The apprentices responded with an equally loud "hey!" and the aura instantly spread out and trampled under everyone's feet.

Homer had been waiting impatiently, raised his tomahawk, and let out a thunderous cry. His body was already tall and burly like a wild bear, but it swelled again in the roar, the bulging muscles stretched out the thick leather armor and creaked and moaned, and under the unkempt eyebrows, his eyes revealed a blood-red glow full of manic meaning.

"Savage rage?" the head of the Selien frowned, "Is it necessary to do this to the extent of dealing with some little ones?" he muttered as he arched his body slightly, intending to stop a bloody tragedy at the moment when the winner was decided.

Homer roared again, his hair standing on end, looking like an angry giant porcupine, and rushing towards him like a porcupine, but a porcupine more than two meters tall and wielding a deadly battle axe. Even the crowd that had not directly faced the onslaught let out a cry of horror, let alone the three young apprentices standing at the front of the line.

Although his face turned pale with fear, the rigorous training of several days finally helped. The three young apprentices stepped forward at the same time, lowered their center of gravity, raised their hands to support their shields, and activated the sturdy runes on their equipment.

Three clusters of earthy yellow light lit up and merged, and the moment Don Homer collided, he was not confronted by three young apprentices with pale faces, but by a rock barrier as solid as steel.

Kenobi Hawkeye saw this scene keenly, and let out a snort in his mouth. Replaced by an ordinary barbarian warrior, the strong barrier of the combination of three shields was enough for him to hit his head and bleed, but Don Homer was not an ordinary barbarian warrior, he was the leader of the warriors of the black lizard tribe, and when he charged with all his strength, even the human heavy infantry array wearing steel armor could not resist his footsteps.

"Avery isn't going to be a light enemy, is he?"

Kenobi's muttering was muffled by the thud of the impact, and without hesitation, Homer slammed his shoulder into the barrier of three shields, his double-edged battle axe dragging behind him—at least not yet, his mind not so confused as to treat a group of young apprentices as enemies to be chopped to pieces. The earthy yellow light vibrated violently, and for a moment, the barrier seemed to block the samurai leader's collision, but in the next moment, with the "rattle" sound of the rock cracking, the earthy yellow light was torn apart, and the young apprentices on both sides staggered away, and the one in the middle was even more unlucky, like a stone thrown by a trebuchet, the whole person flew up, passed over the head of his companion behind him, and fell more than ten meters away.

In the first seconds of the battle, one member of Merlin Avery's side was horrified. The apprentice who was knocked into the air did not die, and still groaned and tried to get up, but the impact and tossing caused him to sprain his right arm and legs, and after several efforts, he could only bow to fate and fall back into the dust.

Two thin, strong arms lifted the wounded apprentice to his feet and helped him sit down. "Don't be discouraged so early, young man. The voice of the old shaman Glazer rang in the ears of the apprentice, "You have contributed to the victory of the whole team, now watch and see how your siblings keep your contribution and fight for victory." ”

The apprentice was a little dazed by the astonishment and delight, and to be honest, he had never been so close to a big man as Elder Glazel. Every young man's chest was filled with ambition, but when true authority was at hand, the arrogant ambition slipped away, leaving only trepidation and ecstasy.

Glazer set his sights on the empty field, the challenge continued, and just a few seconds later, there was a major comeback. Knocking through the shield barrier, Don Homer did not pause in his footsteps, and rushed straight towards Merlin Avery. In his mind, all he had to do was knock the young pharmacist into a fight, and the burlesque would be over.

A loud metal clash came from his side, and as soon as the two apprentices stood firm, they rushed up against the shield, and the earthy yellow light once again condensed on the surface of the shield. Homer tried to ignore it, but the tingling sensation from the joints of his legs forced him to slow down.

The figure swayed, and four forged steel war knives slashed head-on, their sharp blades flashing with iron-blue light, sealing every angle of dodge. Und Homer was undaunted, he faced a situation a hundred times more terrible, he was aimed at dozens of pneumatic rifles, hit by multi-ton boulders, and attacked by heavy knights wielding spears, and every time he was able to turn the corner, with his double-edged battle axe and strong arms.

"Get out of here, crumbs!" said Homer, swinging his heavy axe like a straw, forming a half circle of terrifying cold light around his body......

It was only half a circle, and Homer involuntarily let go of his fingers because of a sore pain that had penetrated into the bone marrow, and the great axe flew out with a whining sound of breaking wind, and flew towards the crowd of onlookers. If it weren't for the right direction, and the people of the Seliantou had been prepared, maybe there would have been one or two unlucky dead and wounded.

At the same time as he lost his weapon, four swords slashed at Don Homer's male body, slashing through the scales of the lizard embedded in the armor, penetrating the thick leather armor, and resting on the surface of the muscles and skin. Homer's skin was thicker than that of a wild boar, and his muscles were like knotted ropes of tung oil, and even if he was slashed by a Hercules with a tomahawk, he could not inflict fatal damage on him, and the lightweight forged steel sword in the young apprentice's hand certainly did even less damage.

However, the purpose of the attack had been achieved, and Homer's steely body was wounded and bloodied.

In fact, the young apprentice's strength was not strong enough to hurt Don Homer, and if he were replaced with a normal weapon, he would not even be able to cut through the scales of the lizard on the outside of his armor. These four forged steel war knives all have a sharp edge special effect on them, which can already be regarded as high-level alchemy items, but the key is the fine groove etched next to the blade, which is filled with mythril powder catalyzed by a special technique, and after coming into contact with Homer's blood, it immediately bursts out with a melting magic skill - shielding everything.

This alchemic skill emptied Homer's entire metal reserves, causing his massive body, which had doubled to swell, shrink like a punctured balloon. Seeing this scene, the surrounding crowd couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise at the same time.

Having lost the power of "savage rage", Homer was still as burly as a giant bear, but he could no longer completely crush the young apprentices, and when he was once again caught between four apprentices with shields in both hands, he struggled hard, but could not completely get rid of the entanglement, and could only curse angrily.

"Am I doing a challenge alone? You idiots, are you still watching my jokes?"

The four barbarian warriors started to charge as if they had just woken up from a dream, but they were obviously so uneasy that the power of the four of them charging at the same time was not comparable to the strength of Don Homer just now. Kenobi Hawkeye had seen enough of the show, and with a wave of his hand, the pilgrims outflanked them like light dancers, scimitar in hand.

Avery swore and roared at Homer, and hurried forward, spilling an entire bottle of alchemical potion with a powerful hallucinogenic effect on his head. The samurai leader's roar suddenly became indistinct, and then it sounded like a dream. Avery made a gesture of "change formation", and the four shield-wielding apprentices turned to the periphery, their shields connected, activating the sturdy runes to protect the four swords-clasped companions.

At the same time that Homer's unconscious tall body fell heavily, the clash of four barbarian warriors and four young apprentices began to compete for strength. This time everyone realized how terrible Don Homer was, because he single-handedly tore through the shield barrier of three shield-wielding apprentices, and made one of them ineffective.

But the confrontation between four barbarian warriors and four shield-wielding apprentices only made a rumbling sound like a heavy hammer hitting the city gate, and each collision made the apprentices take half a step back, and the earthy yellow light shook and shook, but other than that, there was no commendable result.

The Pilgrims then joined the fray, scimitars flying up and down, testing the young apprentices' every mistake and tearing at every edge of their defenses. In an instant, the small array of apprentices was surrounded by dazzling flickering cold light, especially Kenobi Hawkeye's offensive posture was the most gorgeous and dazzling, his agile pace was like the wind, and the scimitar bloomed like a lightning light around him, and several times he almost broke through the apprentices' defenses.

Each time, however, he was fended off by Merlin Avery and his apprentices as reserves.

The noise around the clearing had completely disappeared, and now even the simplest and most stubborn-minded desert barbarians could see that the two sides were currently evenly matched and stalemate. On the attacking side, however, were nine carefully selected warriors of fame, representing the highest individual strength of the two tribes, and on the defending side were nine young apprentices selected at random, almost all of whom had never performed a rite of passage.

The difference in strength between the two sides should have been that the lion and the lamb, the leopard cat and the mouse, the bird of prey and the insect, but after about three days of training and a batch of alchemy equipment that looked inconspicuous, the lamb, the mouse and the insect gained a powerful power that was in a stalemate with the natural enemy, completely subverting the perception of the onlookers.

After another violent collision, the earthy yellow glow finally went out, and the four shield-wielding apprentices staggered back, and the shield barrier was ineffective. The panting barbarian warriors were just about to enjoy the joy of victory and beat up the young apprentices who had made them lose face, but they were stopped by the iron-faced Sailiantou and slammed the four barbarian warriors into the air more than ten meters away.

"Enough, in the name of the Father, the victory in this contest belongs to Merlin Avery!" the leader of the Celerian declared in a loud voice, his vicious gaze scanning the room, and there was silence in his pass.

"If anyone is not convinced, go back to their tent and think about it, you can't even beat a group of children who have been training for three days, and you go to the tribal alliance like this, do you want to usher in a satirical and funny tune for the two tribes, or a bonfire song that celebrates courage and force?" (To be continued.) )