At this point, Alina made a decision that surprised everyone, she cast her rose sword, got up, and pounced on Kukaron, her slender hands grasping at her arm as thick as her own calves. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info This is like a rabbit planted in a meat grinder!

This is looking for death, they are so disparity in strength, retreating is only to be hit by a sword, and pounce on him.....

Krendil's mouth opened in surprise, he seemed to have seen what was next—Alina was subdued by the strong Kukarun, her sword was kicked out of the ring, and then she was sure to lose, his heart beat to the highest point, and for a moment it seemed that the whole world fell silent.

Unexpectedly, Kukaren's unstoppable iron hands were forced to stop by a pair of slender hands. The black-armored warrior only felt as if his wrist was being pinched by iron pincers, and then an irresistible force pulled him and made him lose his balance. His eyes widened until the white jade ground slammed into him before he accepted that he had been thrown to the ground by his opponent.

It was as if the Iron Mountain was toppling, and the heavy sound of armor colliding with the ground echoed throughout the arena.

"How is this possible!!"

The classmate next to him shouted, and Clendier straightened up, turned his head to look at his classmate, and saw his expression as if his purse had been robbed, and Clendil's ruddy face smiled.

Alina immediately pointed her left palm at Kukaron, who was slamming into the ground on her back, and an orange-red oval fireball rushed towards the black-armored warrior. He couldn't dodge it, the fireball exploded over his broad shoulder, and in the cacophony of metal, a helmet popped out of the explosion, and she heard the pleasant sound of falling to the ground again.

The silver-haired girl took advantage of the victory and spewed flames at him as she picked up her longsword.

Kukaron was enveloped in flames, and he felt like a crab in a steamer, unable to distinguish between east and west, north and south. Relying on his battle instincts, in the midst of a blazing heat, he stood up and calmly split the flames with the wall of wind, rushing out of the flames. His instincts were correct, and when he saw the surprised silver-haired girl, he swept and the latter subconsciously blocked.

To his reassurance, the Rose Sword did not have the terrifying power he feared. His greatsword, easily squeezing the limp longsword aside, slashed at Alina, the blade slicing through her girdle. Alina felt a chill in her stomach, and she hurriedly retreated, but Kukaren, who was emitting green smoke, did not chase, and the two sides opened a safe distance.

All of Kukaron's hair was burned, and his smooth bald head was like a black iron egg, and it smelled of burnt meat. Alina was no better, the wound on her abdomen was bleeding red, and the magic pattern on her left hand, like a dim oil lamp, slowly lost its luster.

Looking at her stubborn opponent, Alina clutched her abdomen with her hands, and she was exhausted, which was the result of using her strength to burst out. Despite the cheers around her, she could still hear her own blood dripping on the ground. Every sound weakened her and added a bit of panic to her heart.

She shook her head violently, dispelling the vague consciousness. Like wounded beasts, the two sides tacitly took out the remaining potion and drank it, the bitter and cold potion made her feel a lot more relieved.

The bright sword was pointed at her, and Alina felt bad. For Kukaren began to undergo some terrifying change, and despite the lack of eyebrows, Alina could still feel the anger in his eyes. His gaze was like a pair of spears, and through her body, his chest slumped together, his muscles swelled, and his whole person was like a volcano about to erupt. It looked like he would rush straight to Alina at any moment, chopping her in half with a single sword. Alina subconsciously took a step back.

Jessica, who was standing behind the glass of the private room with the highest view of the arena and the best view, raised the corners of her pale red mouth slightly, and said to herself: "Dear Kukaren, I don't see you angry again, silver-haired, this is good for you." ”

She breathed a sigh of relief and drank the first glass of wine in her hand. At the Academy, no one except Jessica knew that Kukaren had barbarian blood and had the power to harness rage. A furious savage who can strike fear into the hearts of all opponents, great strength, amazing combat instincts, and will not get tired or even die.

"Roaring !!!"

The volcano erupted, and Kukaron let out a roar that overpowered the noise of the arena. Alina's eardrums trembled, a battle cry that even the green dragon would be proud to have roared out.

The furious Kukaron, who no longer had any of his usual calmness, rushed to Alina like a bull, wielding his sword. Alina dodged quickly, but to Alina's surprise, Kukarun swung his blade from a safe distance, clearly out of reach of the tip of the sword, and he danced a sword flower that seemed to begin to turn.

"What's going on?"

Alina, who jumped back defactly, couldn't help but whisper to herself.

The next moment, the air told her the answer.

Transparent, distorted air, invisible blades burst out of the tip of the sword and slashed across Alina's neck. Her eyes widened, time seemed to slow down, and she saw the invisible blade slash across her neck, blood falling from it.

"Whirling Sword Dance!"

The students yelled again.

Time began to flow, and deafening voices poured in from all around, and pain stunned Alina's body. The terrifying invisible blade swirled around him with the dance of the furious Kukaron's sword, enveloping Alina, striking her sword like a gale. A series of metal crashes rang out in the ring. Alina tried desperately to block, her aching right hand quickly lost sensation, she felt trapped in a torrential rain, her mind went blank, relying on experience and human character to block the opponent's faster and faster attacks.

Luckily, the War Blade extends out, and the blade made of wind can be blocked. Unfortunately, whenever it is blocked, the Wind Blade will temporarily disappear, so the resistance from blocking will not slow down Kukaron's greatsword by any point.

Coupled with Kukaren's family sword dance, which can perfectly use the inertia of each sword, the sword is getting faster and faster, and her situation is getting more and more difficult. Someone once satirized Kukaron's family legend of the "Whirling Sword Dance" as an entertaining sword dance, and they bitterly pointed out that "no one will show his ass to the enemy in actual combat." ”

Objectively speaking, of course, they were right, the sword was so short, and the enemy could easily hit the sword dancer in the back when turning. However, it was when the wind became the killing range of the invisible blade that extended the sword's killing range, and this shortcoming was perfectly concealed.

No one has ever lasted a minute under his sword dance with a weapon alone, and after Kukarun became famous, many people chose to take up their shields to fight him, but they didn't see the sword dance, because they couldn't hold out for that moment.

Alina could no longer feel the presence of her right hand, and the blade was like a torrent of rain in her eyes, and she could not escape from rolling, blocking, or sideways. There were a few more wounds on her body, and those were the masterpieces of the sword dance, and Alina was like a butterfly flapping its wings desperately in a storm.

Almost everyone thought that the white butterfly would fall on the grass, even her dear cousin.