The distance was fleeting, and in a huge sound like a cloud splitting stone, the two figures, who seemed to have been robbed of all the light by the weapon in their hands, collided with each other.

The fierce energy tore through the cold air beside them, and the rubble and dirt rolled down to the surroundings, and the stone slab under the feet of the two of them instantly cracked and spread, as if the earth was falling apart at this moment. In a gasp of cold air, the onlookers unconsciously took a few steps back together. There is no fancy, there is no room, what is shown in front of everyone's eyes is only the most straightforward, the duel of power and power.

The slashed weapons parted again, and the muscles exposed to the air of Berohio were hideously taut with the texture of the Dao Dao, and the strangely sharp reverse angle sword deftly changed the angle in his hand, and the sword slashed towards Tandra's neck. Tandra parryed with his greatsword, and in a staggered array of sparks, the Reverse Angle Sword slashed past him.

But Belohio's offensive was not over, and the Reverse Angle Sword recoiled unabated, hooking the blade of the greatsword with the barbs on the tip of the sword. In a sudden burst of force, Berosio took Tandra's greatsword aside.

All he wanted was the result, and under Tandra's astonished gaze, Berosio took a step forward and successfully invaded the defensive circle of the opponent's greatsword.

In the next moment, the mercenary king of Orem launched a round of offensive like a raging storm. The Reverse Angle Sword cut a fine curtain of light in his hand, and the top of his head, neck, shoulders, and chest were full of strength, fast and fast, and countless silver sword lights pursued all the places where Tandra might reveal flaws.

Berosio's intention is very obvious, in the face of absolute strength, in the face of absolute speed, after being close to him, the giant sword that is limited from playing, can it still keep up with its own rhythm? As long as the opponent is a little careless, this duel will be decided in an instant.

However, his opponent was the battle-hardened Tandra. The tower-like man became more and more calm in the face of the opponent's surging and endless attack, and his right foot, which had taken half a step back, slammed on the ground, pulling the distance between himself and the other party out of a small space.

That's enough space for him. Tandra stood his greatsword in front of him, using the end of the sword to meet Berosio's attack, and he was also looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

Just as Berosio slashed head-on, Tander pulled, and the giant sword in his hand suddenly met Berosio's blade. In a fierce collision, Tandra knocked away the opponent's reverse angle sword, and then instead of retreating, he stepped forward to meet it.

Tandra pressed his left arm against the thick hilt of the greatsword, poured all his strength, and slashed down at the top of Belosio's head. Belosio quickly grasped the Reverse Horn Sword with both hands and protected it above his head.

With the sound of "dang", the space around the two people seemed to be squeezed by a huge force and fluctuated, and countless rubble flew into the air from under Berosio's feet. Under such a huge force, the mercenary king of Orem did not dodge or dodge, and even took Tandra's attack stubbornly.

The corners of Belosio's grinning mouth showed a wild smile of excitement, and his crystal eyes were full of surging battle intent. The blade of the Reverse Angle Sword snorted along the way, and Tandra's greatsword slashed past his face. "Taste mine!" Berohio roared, swinging his Reverse Horn Sword and slashing at the top of Tandra's head.

A cold light like a full moon swept towards Tandra with Berouso's flipped figure, almost the same scene, the greatsword held high. "When!when!when!" Three swords in a row, Belosio seemed to spin, one sword faster than the other, one sword heavier than the other, and the reverse angle sword slashed into the sword body of the giant sword in succession.

It wasn't until the fourth sword that Berosio stopped his attack and pressed the Reverse Angle Sword against Tandra's blade. Tandra's right foot, which was behind him, had sunk into the broken slate, and his knee trembled slightly, and he was almost on one knee on the ground.

"Is that all you have to do, my old friend!" Berosio's sharp gaze fixed on Tandra's eyes through the twisted blades, his voice low but as if it had the power to point directly at people's hearts, "What made you what you are today? Is it the dead Cyrian?!! or the time that has quietly worn away your sharpness!" he widened his eyes and said loudly, "Answer me! Where is the man with the giant sword on his back in the Belém Pass!"

Tandra's heart was pierced hard, and his mouth overflowed with bitterness, as if after everything that had happened in the Oak Palace, a crack in his steely heart had cracked in the blood of Sirian and Aiden, and this gap was getting bigger and deeper. Later, Mirza died, Betma betrayed, and all that remained of his life was a lingering grief.

No one could help him, neither old Shaun nor Soveland, but this seemingly strong shell was finally shattered by Berosio, and then a bloody question was thrown - where did the former Tandra go?

"Ahh......h With this roar, a majestic wave of golden qi exploded from his body and flew in all directions.

With a "bang", Berosio thrust the reverse angle sword into the ground, and with the huge impact, Berosio was pushed backwards, and the reverse angle sword in his hand cut a deep furrow on the ground.

"My brothers are dead!" Tandra's eyes were blood-red and his voice hoarse, "Die right in front of me!And I can only flee the capital like a damned wild dog!Escape from the pursuit!Not even have a chance to kill the enemy with my own hands!" he said, swinging his greatsword and charging at Belosio. "Tell me! What else do I have?!I should die with them!"

Sovereign stood by and covered his mouth with his hand, his eyes filled with tears as he watched the figure wielding his giant sword and fearlessly rushing towards the other party.

"The way you are! Maybe death is the most dignified option!" Berosio roared as he drew his reverse sword.

Several dark golden runes condensed around Tandra, and as he swung at Berosio's greatsword, a violent golden whirlwind swept towards the Mercenary King. A puff of golden flames exploded on Berosio's body, and the cold Reverse Angle Sword brought out a silver-white trail, slicing through the golden whirlwind, slicing through everything that tried to stand in his way.

The rugged greatsword swung at high speed in Tandra's hand, like a long jet-black whip, mixed with a piercing roar that completely obscured the original wide blade, leaving only countless deadly shadows in the air with golden streamers.

The clash of weapons erupted between the two of them, so fast that it was impossible to keep up with their rhythm. The shattered energy swept the air around it as the rubble swept through it, leaving countless sword marks of varying shades on the stone slabs of the clearing. If Berohio's furious offensive was as endless as a wind, Tandra's standing figure was as tenacious as the weather-beaten rocks of Mount Osk.

With Tandra's loud shout, the giant sword covered with dark golden runes suddenly swung two golden swords in front of Berosio, and Berosio just wanted to parry, but found that it was just a false move by the other party. At that moment, Tandra suddenly swung the greatsword around his side and slashed at Berosio's shoulder with all his might.

Such a high-speed slash even defied the common sense of a cumbersome weapon like a greatsword, and Berosio supported the back of the Reverse Horn Sword with his arm, and blocked Tandra's sudden blow to the death. The shadow of the sword in the sky suddenly disappeared, and the two people in the field froze together again, and Tandra's greatsword forced Berosio from above, the muscles in their arms bulging viciously, trembling slightly, and doing the most primitive wrestling.

At this moment, Tandra felt a sudden lightness in his body, and Berohio actually sank the hilt of his sword, completely unloading the force. This was a surprise to Tandraton, because if he gave up parrying, the missing greatsword would only need to sweep along the way and take the opponent's life.

But at the moment when his eyes intertwined, Tandra only saw a chill deep into his bone marrow in Berohio's gaze, and the instinct of the warrior instantly made his heart tighten.

Sure enough, just as the greatsword grazed Berosio's shoulder, his right hand holding the hilt of the sword suddenly shook behind him, and the reversed angle sword actually broke away from his palm, spinning behind his back and drawing a strange arc, which was caught by his left hand again. The next moment, the attack and defense turned in an instant, and Belosio laughed wildly and slashed the reverse angle sword back at the top of Tandra's head.

It was clearly too late to make a block, and Tandra let out a loud shout and jerked back, a faint mist of blood spurting out of his right arm. Without waiting for Tandra to stand firm, Berosio's Reverse Angle Sword pursued again, and Tandra did not retreat, but held the giant sword and roared, plunging the blade into the ground.

"Boom, boom, boom......" Four golden facets of light flashed in front of Tandra's body, and the next moment, countless broken stone slabs flew into the air along with the earth!

In the midst of the flying dust and rubble, a figure like a goshawk tore through everything in front of him and rushed towards Tandra from the sky. It's Berosio, and that unparalleled reverse sword!

"When!" a loud trilling stung the eardrums of the crowd, and in a straight silver light, Tandra held the greatsword in his hand and was knocked back for a long distance, and in front of him, two ravines covered with broken stone slabs stretched out from beneath his feet.

Berosio's arms pressed to the ground, the reversed sword in his hand was deeply embedded in the dirt, and the muscles of his upper body exposed to the air shook violently, and he pulled the sword out and stood up straight again. "Come on!" he shouted, pointing the tip of his sword at Tandra, his eyes glowing with a palpitating glow in his long, pale yellow hair.

Tandra took a deep breath and raised the giant sword above his head, and suddenly, countless dark golden runes slowly condensed in the air, and those runes pulsed, as if attracted by an inexplicable power, and gathered on the sword body of the giant sword. Brighter and brighter, more and more dazzling, and just as the light seemed to be on the verge of explosion, Tandra's body suddenly took up a golden afterimage and rushed towards Berosio.

A golden spear of light and a silver cold glow flashed away when the two figures intertwined, and when everyone saw it again, there were only two figures left in the field with their backs to each other, as if they had just stabbed their eyes for a moment, but they were phantoms that never happened.

The shock of this battle to Essaouiran was far greater than anything the academy had learned, the suffocating rhythm, the indomitable momentum, and the determination to fight back despite the death were all engraved into the young prince's heart. What surprised him even more was that the powerhouses of this continent could compete with the top high-ranking Templars of the Holy See with their strong strength and perfect combat skills.

"Is this the real world of the powerhouses on the continent?!" Soviran thought silently in his heart, and those recent perceptions of battle instantly turned into a child's joke, "Is this the strength that must be possessed to have a recognized great title like Berosio?!" His gaze was firmly fixed on the figure containing the power of destruction, and he clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, as if at this moment, he saw the direction in which he was heading.

Tandra silently turned around and looked at Berosio's back not far away, a bloody mouth from the left side of his face under his ear to his neck, Yin Hong's blood stained half of his cheek. Tandra tore off her tattered clothes, rubbed them on her face and threw them on the ground. He was sure he had hit it too, and it was clear that both sides were measured and didn't want to actually kill the other. Otherwise, a sword in this face would be enough to cut off half of his head.

As for the other party, Tandra knew that Berosio's injury would not be much lighter than his own.

Under everyone's gaze, Berosio slowly turned around, but in an instant, the guards from Kugil grew their mouths in terror, and a series of staccato syllables came out of their throats, and their cheeks were all bloodless, except for a pale patch. Some people even simply collapsed to the ground, their eyes full of despair that was terrified to the extreme.

Sovereign and the others were not much better, old Sean and Paislin widened their eyes and held the hilt of their swords, while Thomas and Kuhl even covered their mouths, for fear that they would scream out the next moment.

Tandra slammed the tip of his greatsword to the ground, staring at Belosio and forgetting what to say.

A hideous and terrible wound hung on Berosio's chest, and the most bizarre thing was that there was not a trace of blood in the wound, just gray-white stubble turned out. "My old friend!" he asked, as if jokingly, the wound healed quickly and quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and at last it left only a red mark on the skin.

"Hahaha......!" Berosio laughed as he watched his men laugh wildly. As he laughed, all the mercenaries of the Thorn Force Mercenary Regiment burst out laughing together.

Their laughter rang out one after another, and their faces seemed to instantly become hideous in the cold mist. Soveran looked around at these mercenaries who didn't know if they could still be called "people", as if he saw the real evil spirits in the world.