Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Magic Battle Middle School of Skill, Helping the Sword Lord

Justin looked at the other party standing there calmly, naturally not standing motionless as if he were a stake. Because he is here to fight, not to blow the wind. So, he swayed and came to Bruce. A simple straight punch, he was just there to test.

Bruce seemed to have the same mentality, and the two fists collided with each other, and there was a loud bang. Because Justin deliberately collected some of the strength, the two seemed to be evenly matched.

When the audience saw this scene, they immediately cheered loudly. Yes, it had been a long time since they had seen a master of the Great Swordsman level comparable to Bruce. Originally, the audience thought that Bruce was already the first person under the Sword Lord, but seeing Justin's performance at this time, the audience realized that the strength of this young and excessive great swordsman was not inferior to Bruce at all.

Bruce also seemed to be in the mood, and after a few punches with Justin, he began to attack with elbows, knees, side kicks, and other techniques. Justin has been back and forth, and the battle scene between the two sides is very hot, it can be said that fists and feet collide, elbows and elbows are struck, and there is a clanging sound.

The audience below also stood up to watch this high-level combat battle of similar strength.

Justin felt that Bruce seemed to be stuck at the threshold of breakthrough, so he started a hand-to-hand fight without hesitation, wanting to see if he could help Bruce break through the level, and then fight another battle with the Sword Lord level powerhouse.

Bruce seemed to sense Justin's kindness, so he unceremoniously took Justin as the object of his competition, showing his skills to the fullest.

Justin felt that he was just taking advantage of the strength and the thick skin, which of course was just a joke.

Because Justin found that his body was particularly resistant to blows, whether it was fighting against ogres before, or being slashed by Skerry a few days ago. Although Skerry didn't hit his body directly, the angry blow of the quasi-king level was not simple, he was only injured in the internal organs, and he vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, but he did not hurt his muscles and bones.

In fact, Justin has always been suspicious of his experience in the Ogre Treasure. Although he didn't know what was happening at the time, he still had some vague impressions. He seems to be facing the most painful and terrible life and death crisis in the world, and even his flesh and blood have been dissolved, but he doesn't know why he has recovered, and it cannot be said that he has recovered, but has strengthened and changed.

This is also the reason why Justin just noticed that something was wrong and carefully examined his body. He clearly felt that the murderous thoughts that had crossed his mind when he killed O'Neill did not originate from him, but he could never find out.

On the field, Justin fully enjoyed the power, speed, and strike resistance benefits granted to him by the Secret Treasure, which allowed him to dodge fatal blows with superhuman speed in battle, while also allowing him to counterattack quickly. In addition, his strength also made Bruce more and more scruples in his heart.

Because normal people will gradually weaken their strength due to long and fierce battles, and Justin seems to have maintained a steady output of power, which makes Bruce suspect that Justin is hiding strength, and also makes him even more surprised by Justin's genius.

Justin quickly absorbed the experience and skills of blues and constantly improved his actual combat ability in battles. He admired Bruce's record in his heart, and it was no accident that he was able to win 99 victories in the ring without defeat.

Bruce punched Justin's left arm, causing Justin's left arm to hurt slightly, but the blow was not in vain, as Justin also punched Bruce in the chest and abdomen, causing the opponent to quickly retreat as he bowed down to maintain a safe distance.

The two glanced at each other, as if they were a little sympathetic. After all, only strength is recognized on the field. Those who do not have the strength are defeated or injured or killed, and there is no fourth way to choose.

Justin gave Bruce time to recover, and when Bruce rushed up, he met him.

Bruce rushed up and didn't fight him directly, but instead flashed to Justin's side and back to attack his rear. It's just that Justin is too fast, and before Bruce can turn his body to attack Justin, he finds that there is a black shadow on his left, and he is suddenly clever in his heart, and hurriedly dodges back.

Seeing that the other party's reaction was so alert, Justin couldn't help but secretly praise. But he didn't have the slightest intention of releasing water under his hands. He hurried to follow, then continued to punch Bruce in the head, Bruce turned his head and tried to bend down and elbow Justin in the ribs, but Justin tightened his fist and landed his palm on the side of his opponent's elbow, pushing him around, and then punched his left fist to the right side of his opponent's back.

Bruce had no choice but to fall to the ground and roll a few laps to escape from Justin's attack range, and then half-crouched and waited for the opportunity to defend and counterattack.

For the first time, Justin has chosen technique and striking instead of power and speed. Although this battle is not bloody, it is very interesting and exciting.

In the highest box in front of the ring, Lucas stood next to a son, respectful, not daring to look up.

This boy is as white as fat, his eyebrows are picturesque, and he is lying on a couch, but he is wearing a noble man's costume, which makes people indistinguishable from male and female.

In front of the table is an elaborate carved round table with elaborate elven carvings and plates of seasonal fruits. His beautiful eyes never left Justin's appearance, and he always felt a little familiar, but he didn't know when he had seen it.

Lucas observed his words and observed that the second son's obsession with Justin couldn't help but be secretly happy in his heart, and said: "Second son, if you like it, I can let him visit the son after the war." ”

The second prince held a night pearl the size of a goose egg in his hand, threw it in his hand, and said leisurely: "You don't need to arrange things about him." Since he loves fighting so much, let him fight continuously for the next few days, so as to see his limits. ”

Lucas bowed his head and said, "Yes, Childe." Then he stopped talking and watched the game.

Justin and Bruce no longer fought at this time, but collided with fists, and their palms were all flesh, which can be said to be white-hot. In particular, Bruce no longer deliberately dodges and avoids confrontation, but exchanges injuries for injuries, trying to force himself to play to his greater potential.

Bruce really didn't expect that he could meet such a master in the martial arts arena, although the technique of striking was somewhat lacking, but the strength, speed and ability to resist hitting were beyond him. When he felt that he was about to break through, he no longer avoided hard encounters, but promoted himself to break through through this kind of physical tempering.

Justin found that the opponent seemed to have tempered his body in a special way, and shook his muscles and bones, so that his body could be further strengthened and improved his ability to resist blows.