Rumble!

The Vulcan Sword in Ivlit's hand emitted scorching flames! But the wanton leaping flames failed to cause any damage to Ronald!

After a blow of probing each other's surnames, they separated.

"Don't mind, I'll put on my armor, right?" Ronald asked suddenly.

Ifrit took a moment to bend down like a gentleman: "Please." The words were so arrogant, but he secretly kept a scheming in his heart, ready to launch a sneak attack the moment Ronald was dressed.

However, he soon gave up on that idea, and a sneer appeared on his crimson and rough face. And the reason that prompted him to give up the sneak attack was because in his sight, Ronald only took out a pair of equipment that he looked down on at all - Demon Pattern Armor.

Naturally, there are many grades of demonic armor, but at this moment, what Ronald is in his hand is only a two-star treasure. Ifrit was a little uneasy, and deliberately confirmed it with her own perception again.

"Is this your armor?" Ifrit chuckled when he got the positive result, "I thought it was an angel's robe, or an angel's armor or something." Samael, Samael, are you so poor?"

It was a rare opportunity to strike hard at this sworn enemy of a thousand years ago, and Ifrit naturally did not miss this perfect opportunity. Seeing Ronald silently wearing his armor and adjusting the position of the leather shoulder strap on his back so that he could wear it properly, he conjured up a crimson flame armor: "Do you want me to give you a set?"

"Oh, hahaha, I almost forgot, this armor of mine contains the power of fire!

He laughed uncontrollably, his shoulders shaking. Even the flames that burst out of his body jumped out of the restraints of the black robe and rushed to the periphery of the black robe, bringing out a strange red with a chaotic aura.

Ronald didn't hear it, naturally, he didn't look at it, just kept his head down. After carefully adjusting the position of the armor on his upper body, he continued to concentrate on starting to tie up the leg armor.

"A mere two-star Demon Pattern Armor, how much protection do you think it can provide?"

"It's better than nothing, isn't it?" Ronald said coldly, and after changing into steel boots, he silently stared at the mark on his chest armor - the cross of swords and shields, symbolizing Falken, the small and remote country that had surrendered.

Victoria, I'm so sorry...... I've never worn it all along, but it's rare to wear it, but I want to ...... This armor is expected to be destroyed in this battle, just like your country......

"Flame, flame!"

Hearing the urgent reminder in his mind, Ronald raised his head slightly, and found that the flame fence around the martial arts arena began to swell again, nearly 100 meters high!

It's not an enchantment...... What kind of magic is that? Why can't I feel the fluctuation of magic at the moment of activation? Just like the feeling of the leprechaun unleashing invisibility, without knowing it?

Holding this doubt, Ronald wiped the corners of his dry mouth while moving his body. Although the arena is very wide, the temperature around it rises sharply due to the raging flames.

He didn't know how high the temperature was now, but he knew very well that his body, which didn't exud sweat even in the desert sun, was now starting to heat up faintly, and his epidermis seemed to be a little dry and wrinkled. And his back finally couldn't hold back the burning heat, and began to ooze a little sweat.

Feeling the greasy coldness coming from his back, Ronald knew that the situation was extremely bad for him.

It cannot be delayed for a long time, and it must be resolved quickly.

If the battle can't be resolved in twenty minutes......

He pursed his lips, his eyes shining with an elusive color. And the strong sword body in his hand stood with Ronald in the twisted and steaming air, the sharp blade provoking a glimmer of golden reflection.

He knew very well that, as Ifrit had said, the Demonic Pattern Armor on his body, which had been blessed with Wind Blasting and Weight Reduction Techniques, could only increase his movement speed by a little. He had the idea that something was better than nothing, hoping that a slight increase in speed would give him a better chance of winning.

Ifrit, of course, also saw through Ronald's careful thinking at the moment, he sneered and sneered: "Don't make me wait too long, Samael." I'm really, really not motivated. ”

"Come on, you god-called fellow. ”

In an instant, both of them tensed their nerves, but each other was not in a hurry to attack.

However, it was only for a moment.

Covered in fire, Ifrit smiled haughtily, still maintaining an impeccable defensive stance. However, after the gap, accompanied by a clear and sharp sound of metal resonance, his arm was numb, and he suddenly found that Ronald had approached his side!

The shoulders of the two staggered, and the red rocks under their feet were rubbed into the sand by Ronald's steel boots, and flew up.

Sensing this move, Ifrit did not move his right hand, still holding the Fire Divine Sword tightly. However, the flaming left fist struck hard, intending to bury deep into Ronald's body.

In the next moment, Ronald responded with a low, almost inaudible roar! In his hand, the sharp roar of the steel sword cutting through the air also went away!

And the moment he stabbed at Iflit, Ronald's arm suddenly exerted force, and he actually accelerated again! After avoiding Iflit's circle, he had already calculated the distance between them in his mind. At the moment when the tip of the sword is about to reach the enemy's lower ribs, his body can just get a second chance to kick the ground!

Ifrit stood still and didn't dodge, just flipped his wrist and swung his sword to block.

While!

The moment the two weapons touched, a flaming red light splattered in all directions!

And when the metal symphony passed, it was not the fiery sword in Ifrit's hand that was tilted to the side, but the sword of spikes that Ronald had put together with all his strength!

It's so fast!

Ronald's eyes widened in disbelief, although he had been prepared.

Now Ifrit's sword skills are many times more sophisticated than the kind of violent slashing a thousand years ago! He was able to directly attack the tip of the sword that condensed all its strength, without being eaten by the force, and as if guiding the flow of water, he cleverly deviated the trajectory of his sword.

Is this still the furious flame elemental in my memory?

The rapid passage of time did not give Ronald room to continue to think and analyze. This deviation, for the attacker, is equivalent to the distance between life and death.

"You're distracted!

With an arrogant roar, Ifrit's black robe suddenly became bulging! He jumped over and instantly approached Ronald.

The flaming sword in his hand flashed two scorching red flames in the air!

Irel, who was watching the battle, couldn't help but hang her heart!

Be careful......

But she knew that she couldn't interfere with Ronald now! She clutched the vial of energy droplets, silently praying for Ronald who was in a worrying situation below!

And the rich combat experience made Ronald, who had already recovered his senses, judge that the attack intention of this Flame Cross Slash was to try to cut off the major arteries on the left and right sides of his neck.

He saw through the enemy's attack intentions, but the momentary time deviation made him unable to make effective evasive moves. In desperation, he could only choose the defensive posture with the least degree of injury.

He stepped back with his left leg half a step and stepped into a lunge, and the weapon in his hand slashed towards the target!

After a screeching sound, the armor on his right shoulder was ruthlessly slashed by the flaming sword! All the way to a bloody mouth that was almost explicit! The blood soared, but it was immediately scorched by the scorching high temperature and steaming blood-colored mist!

"Huh?"

But Ifrit was not satisfied, he was surprised that the sword was supposed to cut the opponent in half.

Ronald's aqua blue pupils lit up suddenly! He had already blessed his body with the power of ice, although it could not protect his life, but it was enough to buy him time to fight back.

Taking advantage of Iflit's surprise, the demon swordsman who was covered in blood, as if soaked in blood, suddenly stretched out his hands and grabbed Iflit's wrist that was wantonly breathing fire!

The hand of ice clenched the scorching wrist tightly! The sound of scorching scorching suddenly burst out! His short black hair, which was also curled by the heat of the flames, was scorched!

How hot is the temperature?

Ronald clenched his teeth, silently reciting the ancient and mysterious angelic words in his heart, and the frost immediately spread, crawling all over his body, making him all icy blue! The ice magic not only froze his own wounds, but also spread all the way by clutching the enemy's wrist, trying to freeze with the enemy!

Seeing his wrists frozen and bruised, Ifrit roared unscrupulously, "You are too weak!

As his words dissipated,

Ronald only saw that Ifrit was forcibly breaking free from the frost at lightning speed, and withdrew his wrist! Then, in front of the ice power that he had conjured up that could freeze the earth, Ifrit's entire body suddenly burst out with a blooming crimson flame flower!

In an instant, a deathly silence descended!

The eardrums, which were stirred by the scorching sound of the flames, whined and shook because they could not adjust to the sudden dead silence!

Rumble!

The flames are skyrocketing!

The atmosphere of dead silence is ruthlessly broken!

The ensuing swift punch smashed Ronald's lower abdomen!

Under the blow, his armor actually protruded from his back, smashing the "Wind Technique" magic pattern circle on the inside of the breastplate on his back! Not only that, but even his entire body seemed to be hanging on Ifrit's fist! It was as if it was a weak piece of paper, floating helplessly in the wind.

Burst!

Bright red gushes out from the throat that can't be suppressed, blurring a large blood-colored mist!

Ronald only felt as if time and space had lost their effect on him! His consciousness, as if it had lost weightlessness...... (To be continued.) )