Luthor's foil condensed into a storm that swept El into it. Although {starter} is the main attacker, there is a faint sweat on his forehead.

As a royal guard, he still has some knowledge, and almost at a glance he fell in love with the set of equipment worn by El, although he doesn't know what kind of leather it is, but the magic array on it is obviously extraordinary, and with the beautiful appearance of the whole set of equipment, it is really the best gift to please the boss.

But after entering the battle, he quickly realized the true metamorphosis of this equipment. With the ancestral murder weapon in his hand, he couldn't pierce the frontal protection of the opponent's breastplate at all. He didn't know that this part was exactly where the dragon's reverse scales grew, and as a distant relative, the wurmon had the hardest scales in the lower part of the neck.

The main impact method of foil is only stabbing, which is completely unsuitable for normal weapon picking, cutting and other actions. After losing the frontal attack, his offensive was also limited.

El had no taboos at all, and even though he didn't have a suitable melee weapon in his hand, he still relied on a pair of fists to resist Luthor's attack. Luthor's sword was fast, his speed was even faster, and the oncoming storm did not affect him in any way, but converged around him for his use. The vicious tip of the sword stabbed into his unprotected ribs, and a large area of flesh burst open, but at the cost of the sword, El managed to close the distance between the two and punch Luthor in the face.

Feeling that the momentum on the other party's body was growing, Luther's pressure was getting bigger and bigger, and he finally found an opportunity to stab a sword, but he didn't expect that the other party deliberately sold the flaw to exchange the injury for the injury. I only felt that I was slapped on the chin by a beast such as a bear, and suddenly my eyes were full of stars, and I staggered back a few steps.

Although a large piece of flesh and blood was dug up from his ribs, El had confidence in his heart. From this sword, he had already judged that the noble man in front of him was actually not to be afraid.

The sword is a good sword, not only a murder weapon that kills countless people, but also has enchantment effects such as "armor piercing", "sharpness", "tearing" and so on, but Luthor has not been able to exert its due power. The swordsmanship he uses is also extremely exquisite, and he has obviously been instructed by famous teachers, but in actual combat, it seems to be too flashy and his movements are rigid.

His strength is indeed far above that of a bronze-rank warrior, but compared with a real battle-hardened veteran, he has three points more tyranny in terms of momentum, but five points less calm.

In short, this guy is basically a rich second-generation pseudo-silver master who has been packaged, even if he has reached the silver rank on the surface, he is psychologically prepared accordingly. He is indeed a master, but he is not a qualified fighter and may not even have experienced real war.

In the eyes of veterans, this kind of person is called a "rookie".

After realizing this, El couldn't help but feel a little dismayed, his body had just healed, and his quality had improved in all aspects. And this set of new equipment and the newly comprehended rune power system have brought him too many bonuses, and he is a little unable to use it for a while, and now he needs to find an opponent of equal strength to hone his minions.

He would rather that the Lord Luthor in front of him was a real silver-rank master, and now that he was mixed with water, he couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

The thoughts that swirled in his mind were only instantaneous, in fact, Luthor was not as unbearable as he thought, after all, he had the strength of the silver rank, and he just shook his head and recovered, and when he saw that El had come to him, he raised his hand and slashed with a sword light, and then ...... I fell on all fours.

I have to say that his moves are powerful, and he chops down half of the big trees in the courtyard with a sword in the air, but he uses it at the wrong time. El stood right in front of him, watching as he flicked his wrists, drew his sword, and then kicked him in the knee, causing the noble master's graceful face to twist into a ball.

"How dare you ......" Luther's voice stopped abruptly in frustration, and El punched him in the face again, hitting him all over the face.

Luthor fell to the ground, the anger in his eyes long gone, and he turned to terror. He didn't understand why he had lost so quickly. Obviously, his own strength is superior, but the other party has a longbow on his back and no weapon in hand, and the tricks he uses are also vulgar, but he was beaten to the ground. Does this simply make sense?

He struggled to get up, but El kicked him over again, and the sword fell out of his hand and to the side. Unspeakable anger and shame shattered his mind in an instant, and Luthor, unable to care about his image any longer, picked up a brick from the ground and threw it at El's head with all his might.

El tilted his head, and the brick slid out on the side of his helmet, and Rao did so, and his head tilted back involuntarily.

"That's right, look like a man, I thought you drank cat milk and grew so big. El rubbed his head and said with a strange smile. There were five or six wounds on his body, large and small, and even four or five holes had been poked out of his leather armor, which were stained with blood, but he didn't care.

Luthor roared angrily, jumped up and lunged at El, giving up his complicated and gorgeous moves and fighting directly with his fists. In terms of strength alone, he still has the advantage.

No matter how wasteful the silver warrior is, after all, he belongs to the silver rank, no matter what his character, the only thing in common is his own pride and self-confidence, for every silver rank powerhouse, no matter the reason, defeat is a shame, and it is this shame that in turn motivates them to keep moving forward.

The two men used only pure force to collide with each other, and the yard suddenly became sandy. The bluestone on the ground shattered inch by inch, and for a while only the dull sound of fists hitting each other could be heard. From east to west in the courtyard, stone tables, rocking chairs, and benches were all used as weapons to shoot at each other.

"That's a good punch, it's finally getting a bit of a taste!" El punched him in the face, spat out a mouthful of bloody spit, and punched Luthor in the stomach, causing him to bend over like a prawn and get his ass up, then slammed his knee into the face, grabbed his belt and lifted him up and slammed him to the ground, smashing a big hole.

Both of them had blue noses and swollen faces, and although El was protected by equipment, his injuries were getting worse and worse, and almost one of his arms was broken, but it was still Luthor who was finally overturned.

"Do you know why you're losing, Mr. Luther?" El asked, wiping a handful of nosebleeds, and grinning.

Luthor snorted, gritted his teeth and stood up and sneered, "Untouchables, you have succeeded in provoking me, only one person here can leave alive today!"

"I'm sorry, I don't think so. El shrugged his shoulders and coldly turned around and threw a roundhouse kick that knocked the barely supported Luthor into the wall and knocked half of the wall down, walking over and grabbing him by the hair, pressing his face into the dirt.

"First of all, you didn't dare to kill me for fear of damaging this set of equipment, which gave me a chance to fight back. El grabbed Luthor's head and pressed it down before he could speak.

"Secondly, the swordsmanship you have learned is so gorgeous that it may make those ladies smile, but in the eyes of a true warrior, it is just a show. ”

El picked up Luthor's head and slammed it down for the third time.

"Finally, haven't you thought that I can dodge your attack, why should I be stupidly beaten?"

He let go of his hand, and Luthor was finally able to lift his face, spit out the mud in his mouth, and glared at El fiercely, but his previous arrogance was completely beaten to the bottom.

"Because I'm using you as a sparring partner, idiot. El smiled at his doubts, then picked up the brick he had smashed into himself and slapped it on Luthor's head.

"I said I would give you this mercy in return, Mr. Luther. El patted the dirt off his hands, a dark blue glow in his eyes. Luthor was unconscious, not even noticing that the wounds on his body were no longer bleeding and were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even the holes in the leather armor gradually disappeared with the slow flow of the magic pattern circle, and at the same time, it was still rapidly absorbing the attached blood. After a while, the whole set of wallets was restored to its original state.

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