As soon as the words fell, both sides rushed towards each other at the same time. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Perhaps this is the so-called narrow road encounter where the brave wins, both of them are close professions, and they are not afraid in the face of battle, and they invariably choose the melee combat they yearn for the most.

The distance of twenty meters disappeared in less than two seconds, and both sides passed by, both clearly feeling the vibration of their weapons as they stabbed on each other's armor.

Then turn around at the same time.

There was a loud bang, and the whole audience could be heard clearly, and the dagger and the two-handed sword slammed together.

The weapons are in harmony, and the sharp eyes of the two sides do not give in to each other.

Slightly less powerful, Ager took a few steps back, suddenly retracted his strength, and at the same time crouched downward, twisting his body around Patrier's side, backhanding everything.

Unexpectedly, Paslier also turned around, and there was another crash, and the weapons slammed together again.

Ager could clearly see that Paslier's posture of holding the sword was somewhat different from the normal grip, because the hilt was long enough, and most warriors held the sword with their right hand in front of the hilt, touching the jaw of the sword, and holding the sword in the back of their left hand, so that they could give full play to their strength.

Paslier, on the other hand, has the opposite in that although this grip limits a certain amount of power, it greatly increases the flexibility of the blade swing, allowing the angle of the blade and the tip to be adjusted in a very short time.

This is an opponent with a lot of combat experience.

Acton rolled backwards with the force of Paslier's push.

The enemy's back is what the Assassins have been looking for!

Acton radiated a blue-white glow, and by the time Paslier lunged at him, a whirlwind had encircled the surface of his body.

Figura and Ager frowned at the same time and nodded secretly.

Sure enough, it's a demonic martial arts double cultivator!

Acton took a few steps back, dodging the massive earthquake blow unleashed by Paslier, and then suddenly lunged forward, his body and the whirlwind becoming one, and passing over Paslier's side.

Again, this was influenced by Chris.

He had discussed the skill of Wind Walk with Chris, and one of Chris's words made him feel enlightened: "The sum of Wind Step and Swiftness is not a simple one-plus-one." If this theory is true, speed is also affected by the resistance experienced by the body in moving forward. Maybe it's the wind!"

Encouraged, Acton uses both Swiftness and Swift Steps, but the results are frustrating - no matter how fast he is, Chris will always be able to catch a flaw.

Could it be that his speed is always slower than that of Chris? Obviously not, Khris is also a combination of Wind Walk and Swiftness.

And why?

On the first day of the game, he saw Chris beat his opponent in three seconds, and when asked about Chris later, he only gave Acton two words: "Tailwind!"

Then, there's Acton's speed trick at this point: Wind Walk plus Swiftness plus Tailwind.

"Whew" A gust of wind passed past Paslier's ears, to be exact, Acton's vague figure had passed in front of him before the wind reached his ears.

On the podium, a smile appeared on the corner of Chris's mouth.

Jane Gray said softly, "He's very similar to the trick you performed that day. ”

Chris replied, "Yes, he is an assassin with great potential!"

Then, he suddenly frowned and looked at Pandis in the contestant.

Because, once again, that strange emotion came from Pandis.

Jane Gray was keenly aware of the oddity: "What's wrong?

"Maybe my friend is in some trouble, Auntie!"

Jane Gray chuckled teasingly, "That's your little lover?"

Chris said, "Auntie, no. ”

"I've noticed her, she's been looking here a few times since you sat next to me!"

Chris smiled wryly, "Not really, Auntie! He added, "I'll have to go down, Auntie, maybe she has something to discuss with me." ”

Jane Gray nodded and smiled, "Go ahead, I won't interfere with the feelings of you young people." If there's something you can't solve, come to me. ”

Chris continued to smile wryly, nodded gratefully, stood up and confessed to the Emperor and Douglas, and made his way to the table.

The people in the square were watching the game carefully, and Chris got up and walked around, which immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Mentor Fryer of the Carlos Academy of Magic exclaimed, "Oh no, it seems that Chris is going to participate in the solo challenge. ”

Guerrero kept his face calm and did not speak.

Tutor Figura of the Blas Academy of Magic said the same thing: "In the next game, Chris may come on stage." ”

Ager snorted twice: "It's time for them to taste it." ”

Several gloating glances glanced at the Carlos Academy of Magic.

On the bench, Pandis's face turned pale, and his eyes were full of horror when he looked at Chris.

Chris saluted the three instructors, greeted the rest of the students, and sat down beside Pandis.

The students all smiled ambiguously, and Dylan deliberately moved far away.

Chris didn't have time to pay attention to this, and asked in a low voice, "He's here?"

Pandis nodded.

"And now, he's still in your sense?"

Pandice shook his head.

Chris frowned and whispered, "Calm down." ”

As soon as Pandis was about to speak, his body suddenly shook again, his eyes changed, and he grabbed Cris's arm helplessly, perhaps because of the contact of his arm, Chris also felt this fear at the same time.

"Don't look back, he's tempting. Chris said, patting Pandis on the shoulder, and stood up to look out into the crowd.

Chris got up suddenly, and Stephen said, "Cris, what are you doing?"

He also followed Chris's gaze curiously into the crowd.

I saw that there were many civilians in the crowd who were happily waving to Chris.

"Are you looking at your admirers?" asked Stephen.

Chris smiled: "Well, it seems to be an acquaintance." He sat down and shook his head at Pandis, indicating that he hadn't noticed. (To be continued.) )