"What are you doing?!" Morosta became a little annoyed, reaching out for Tyre's head with a fan-like palm, but turned to Tyre's shoulder halfway through.

"Oops. ”

Mark, who was in the audience, felt a tight heart, knowing that Morosta was worried about killing Tyre, and his men were merciful.

But is Tyre someone who needs Morosta's mercy?

Tyre, who was about to withdraw his attack to avoid Morosta, noticed Morosta's change of move, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he didn't plan to dodge this.

The dagger reflected the cold light, and with a pop, it stabbed into Morosta's abdomen, blooming with a field of blood.

After that, Morosta's palm also grabbed Tyre, and the amazing brute force made Tyre's shoulder click, especially because of the injury to the abdomen, the Minotaur's breathing became heavy, and a faint red light appeared in his eyes.

But Morosta didn't catch Tyre for long, Tyre grabbed Morosta's palm with his other hand, and kicked Morosta's body violently with both feet, and two more bloody flashes appeared.

It turns out that the boots worn by Tyre also have sharp blades on the bottom.

Morosta was kicked back a few steps by Tyre, and as a result, he let go of his grip on Tyre's palm, and Tyre's movements were not affected by the broken shoulder at all, slowly sinking into the air, making it impossible for Morosta to see him.

【Stealth】

With a few injuries on his body and the loss of Tyre's trace in front of him, Morosta was a little impatient, and a dark yellow fighting spirit poured out of his body, condensing a strong momentum.

"You've me off!"

I only heard Morosta roar, two white vapors erupted from his nose, and when he stepped on it, the ground trembled, and with a loud bang, a shockwave rushed in all directions, knocking the sneaking Tyre to the ground, revealing his body.

【War Trampling】

After using his combat skills to force Tyre into shape, Morosta's eyes flashed with a fierce light, his body bent slightly, and a pair of sharp horns were aimed at Tyre, and the light of his fighting spirit became stronger and stronger.

The atmosphere in the ring suddenly became solemn, and everyone in the audience let out bursts of exclamations.

Locked by the horns, Tyr knew that he could not dodge, but his face was still undaunted, and the blade in his hand flickered, changing from a short sword to two daggers, one long and one short.

"Moo!"

Morosta launched a charge at Tyre, his huge body exuding a terrifying momentum, and in the blink of an eye, he passed a distance of tens of meters, and the cold light flickered on the horns, and no one would doubt the lethality of his charge.

In less than a second of reaction time, Thiel reacted in amazement, leaping high as if he had predicted it in advance, and the moment Morostar looked up, the long dagger in his right hand slashed through the air and stabbed Morosta's eyes fiercely.

Morosta's pupils shrank, and her head tilted slightly, trying to dodge Tyre's attack.

However, at this moment, Tyre's wrist flipped, and the direction of the long dagger's attack changed, and it actually hooked Morosta's horns at a strange angle.

At the same time, Tyre's left hand stabbed the dagger into Morosta's right face with speed and accuracy, nearly piercing his mouth.

All this happened between lightning and flint, and the onlookers didn't even see the process clearly.

Ahh

Morosta let out an eardrum-trembling roar, blood pouring from his pierced face, and Tyre leaned on his head with a long dagger hooked into the horns, and if he continued to charge, both of them would fall into the ring, and Morosta had to stop the charge and reach out his arms to grab his head, trying to catch Tyr down.

Agile as a monkey, Tyre easily dodged Morosta's attacks, jumped away with a light kick on his toes, and flipped backwards in the air, retreating to a safe distance of ten meters.

At this time, Morosta was injured in multiple places, breathing heavily, and physically exerting a lot, while Tyre on the other side was unscathed except for a broken shoulder.

The crowd felt that the scales of victory seemed to be tilting in Tyre's side.

"It's too much of a loss, the other party doesn't fight Morosta head-on at all, and if you keep pulling and fighting like this, Morosta will soon run out of energy. ”

"I felt that the way this man fought was somewhat familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere. ”

"Oh my God, I've put a thousand gold coins on Morosta's body, and that's fine. ”

The crowd in the audience also didn't look very good at Morosta, and the faces of Mark and the others were also very worried.

Of course, Mark's worries are different from those of others, he is worried that the Minotaur will die at the hands of Tyr, after all, Tyr has made a name for himself this year, and it can be seen from his move just now that he has no mercy.

"Captain, look!"

At this time, the exclamation of the soldiers around him pulled Mark's mind back, and he looked at the ring worriedly, but his expression was stunned for a moment.

In the ring, Tyre stood ten meters away with a cold face, while Morostar covered his right cheek, his eyes full of anger.

"I'm angry now, I'm going to hit you hard. ”

Morosta opened his mouth angrily, but Tyre didn't take his words seriously, his indifferent gaze scanned Morosta's abdomen, and his brows furrowed slightly.

The wound caused before has now healed.

It seems that this brute must be dealt with as soon as possible, Tyre thought to himself, and suddenly heard a loud bang in his ears.

On the opposite side of Tyre, Morostar stood like a tower, his muscles bulging, and his left hand, which had been empty, now held a black broadsword, extremely large, almost the same size as Morosta.

The loud bang was caused by the broadsword smashing into the ground, and Tyre could even see a small crack in the specially made ring of the ring.

Although it is only a little like a finger, you must know that this is a ring blessed by two legendary powerhouses, and even the attacks of ordinary extraordinary powerhouses will not necessarily leave traces.

Morosta, armed with a staggeringly large broadsword, stared at Tyre fiercely and said, "I'll see how you dodge now." ”

Tyre is silent, this minotaur is quite brainy, in the case of the other party holding such a huge weapon, Tyre obviously has to be more careful, as long as he is touched by a broadsword, with that kind of weight, Tyre will definitely not have the strength to fight.

Even Mark in the audience didn't expect that Morosta still had a space item and hid this weapon.

However, although Mark was pleasantly surprised, he didn't completely put his mind at ease, after all, standing opposite Morosta was a powerful opponent who was a few places higher than him on the Hidden Dragon List.

After a moment of surprise on Tyre's face, he reverted to his expressionless appearance, did not talk to Morostado, and started stealth very decisively, as if he still intended to defeat the other party by pulling.

"This trick doesn't work for me anymore!"

Morosta let out a loud shout, and a shockwave appeared under his feet, forcing Thiel out in the same way.

But this time, when Tyre showed his form, he dodged the impact with a somersault, and a flicker came in front of Morosta.

As Morostar raised his broadsword, Tyr slashed out, the air roared, and a burst of scarlet light suddenly lit up on the silver dagger, and a blood-colored crescent moon illusion was born from Tyre's back, and with this knife emitted a monstrous blood light.

Rumble!

Morosta chose to resist the terrifying slash, and at the same time slashed the broadsword head-on, if Tyre slashed through the air when he struck, then Morosta's blow was tearing through the void, and the incredible power made the ring tremble, giving birth to a cloud of smoke and dust.

If Tyre were touched by this, he would surely turn into a puddle of meat sauce.

But soon Morosta's face changed slightly, for he felt that his sword had not slashed at the real thing, but that the slash that Tyr had slashed at him had left a ten-centimeter wound in his chest.

Morosta felt a burning sting from the wound, it was believed that Tyre had smeared some kind of medicine on the dagger, but Morosta didn't care, the level of the injury would not affect him, and it would heal itself quickly.

The smoke cleared, and Tyre stood safe and sound, holding the silver dagger in his hand, a solemn expression on his face for the first time.

"It's worthy of a thick-skinned minotaur..."

Tyre muttered to himself, which Morosta didn't hear, but that didn't stop him from charging Tyr.

No, this time it's a charge.

A dense yellow aura that almost turned into substance shrouded the air above the ring, illuminating Morosta's horns as if they were made of gold, and Morosta locked onto Tyre, his tall figure exuding a terrifying aura that made the air tremble.

Morosta raised his broadsword and let out a roar that was almost comparable to that of sonic combat, and the astonishing slash was accompanied by his devastating charge, and they all slammed into Tyr who was standing on the edge of the ring, completely unable to dodge.

"Now Morosta has won. ”

"It's so powerful, I can't believe it's a gold-level competition. ”

"Hehe, this is normal, Morosta is on the Hidden Dragon List, and the person who fights against him is probably also a genius on the Hidden Dragon List. ”

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and the powerful people on the high platform also noticed this side because of the amazing momentum of Morosta's charge.

Seeing that Morosta is a minotaur, many people are interested in him, especially after knowing that he has won nine in a row.

Raven, who had finally fooled the rebels, looked depressed at this time and was not interested in Morosta, but Queito, who was standing beside him, had a heart and felt that Morosta's fighting style was very appetizing to him.

If this minotaur wins, talk to His Highness Raven and let His Highness take this guy under his command.

A thought came to Cuito's mind, and the situation in the ring changed again, making him sigh lightly, and his eyes lit up even more.

It's getting more and more interesting.

Back in the ring, in the face of a completely undodgable charge, Tyre was calm, held the silver dagger, and gently wiped it on his wrist, the sharp blade easily cut through the skin, and the blood flowed on the dagger, but it strangely did not drip, dyeing the dagger scarlet.

After the bloodletting, Tyr's face turned slightly pale, his pupils flashed with a strange color, and the dagger in his hand exuded a cold aura, which merged with Tyr's own momentum, shrouding half of the ring in darkness.

At the same time, a massive blood moon slowly rose from behind Tyre.