It's a very troublesome duel.

Originally, no matter how I thought about it, I had to lose this battle: a lifetime of obsessing with dreams required calming the emotions of the guild members, the Knights of the Hammer of Punishment needed a victory honor, we needed to save our lives, and we needed to find a way to reconcile with our opponents, which meant ......

Hell, it looks like everyone is expecting me to lose!

If only that's it. Although I am a warrior with a sense of honor, I am not a dull dead eye, and I will not do such a stupid thing just for the sake of ridiculous vanity, I will not live up to the good intentions of a lifetime of obsessing with dreams, and lose one of my precious lives. Isn't it just a harmless failure, and I'm perfectly okay with it.

But the most troublesome thing is the Buddha's advice: I want to lose, but I can't lose too obviously, I want the opponent to feel that I value this duel, so that he thinks that I have done my best, and in the end my skills are not as good as others, and I will fall down with dignity in a fair battle; And instead of letting him find out that I was absent-minded, and thus feel that we despise him, he would feel humiliated......

Buddha Xiao gave a very profound explanation for this kind of demand, which basically means: This is called retreating as advance, and by creating a delicate situation on the battlefield and easing the atmosphere, so that the enemy and us can reach an understanding and win the initiative in diplomatic negotiations......

To put it simply, my task is: not only to make his life obsessed with winning dreams, but also to let him win cool; Not only to let him win the cool alone, but also to let the members of the Knights of the Hammer of Punishment watch it well; Not only do you have to make them feel good, but you also have to make the Buddha laugh at them, and it's not too embarrassing. The face should also be refreshed.

Then I was very sad to find out: if everything goes well, everyone can be happy, and I alone will be very unhappy - nonsense, if I stab you to death, and then ask you: "Dude, are you happy now?" "Do you still nod your head contentedly?

The heavy psychological burden made me distracted and had a hard time concentrating for a while. I don't even know how this "duel" began. By the time I realized I was being attacked, the hammer of my life's dream had swung in front of me less than an arm's length. The heavy hammerhead streaked through an arc-shaped trajectory in the air, and let out a low "whining" sound. Straight to the top of my head.

In my panic, my whole body immediately fell backwards, and I raised my shield in my left hand to meet the incoming warhammer. The muffled sound of thunder exploded above my head, and I just felt as if the hammer hadn't just fallen on my arm. Instead, it fell on my earth, knocking what little faith and courage I had left to pieces, and making my heart more and more dazed.

Under this blow, I completely lost my center of gravity. Lying heavily on the ground. The armor on his body rubbed against the ground, making a harsh grinding sound like a cat's claw, which sounded very embarrassed. At this critical juncture of the enemy, I didn't even think about how to deal with the opponent's attack. Instead, they subconsciously looked in the direction where the Buddha laughed at them, and felt deeply uneasy in his heart: unlucky, he was knocked down at the first time. Wouldn't it be too embarrassing? The opponent shouldn't think I was letting him land on purpose, right? What can I do?

I saw Buddha Xiao holding the corner of his forehead with his right hand. He shook his head helplessly. It seems that he is very dissatisfied with my performance, and his heart is becoming more and more flustered. I don't know what to do.

In fact, compared to the trance in my heart, the loss of health is insignificant. Countless battles allowed my body to react in time, and a simple "block" skill bounced off the blow, reducing my health by less than thirty points - a small extraskin wound that "wouldn't be wasted with a Band-Aid" in the words of String Ge.

Worried that my passive performance would be misunderstood, and then cause some serious "diplomatic conflict", I rolled on the spot, got up halfway, lifted the shield in my left hand, protected my upper body, and the long sword in my right hand suddenly stabbed forward with a "straight stab", piercing the thigh that had been obsessed with dreams all my life.

"Puff ......" A bloody light splashed, and one hundred and fifty points of life rushed out.

Broken - I immediately muttered to myself again - is it a little too much? If I had known, I wouldn't use a skill, just use a normal attack. What if you hurt your opponent too badly and make him angry?

I glanced again, and saw that the strings were frowning and pointing at me, as if they were accusing me of something.

I couldn't figure out what he meant, and I was more and more confused. Originally, with my attack speed, I could have stabbed one more sword at this time, but because I was afraid of making a mistake, I also missed the opportunity.

You can imagine how much the next few rounds were going to be for me. Every time I make a move, I look ahead and backward, for fear that the heavy cut will make the opponent unpleasant, and I am afraid that the light cut will make him mistakenly think that I am humiliating him; Again, every time he attacked, I hesitated to dodge the attack as much as I could, or to honestly show my ass and get a kick.

Fortunately, although the defense of the adventurous class of the Paladin is particularly tough, the attack power is not very commendable, and I have fought several times with my lifelong obsession with dreams, and only cut off about a third of each other's lives, and there has been no diplomatic tragedy in which I killed him by mistake or was killed by him by mistake too easily.

Even so, my situation was bad enough. I found myself successfully falling into a vicious circle from which I could not escape: the more panicked I was, the more I couldn't help but see what my friends had to say; Their expressions of frustration or irritation did nothing to ease my mood, but only made me more flustered.

Of course, this situation will not last long. Soon, I lost the rhythm of the battle in a panicked mood, and I didn't know how to deal with the current situation. As soon as I turned around, I found that a huge black shadow had been overshadowed in front of me......

"Bang ......"

I'm willing to bet anyone knows better than me what it's like to be slapped in the face head-on by a thick, heavy warhammer.

Initially. I felt a tremor all I felt - in fact only my head trembled - and a strong and irritating tingling sensation ran down my nose and into my skull, making me feel salty and spicy, sour and painful, as if someone was squeezing a large bottle of "Koka Mustard" into your nose one by one, or as if someone had stuffed a "celebratory salute" into your nostrils and detonated it. There's even a massive orchestra in your nose playing a thunderous Stella dance at maximum volume, and a choir of 200 people pouring the sky-high noise straight into your head.

It's a "pungent" pain, believe me. It's definitely a lot harder than those "bone-piercing" pains you know.

I couldn't stop

Tears welled up miserably, and the ugly creature was jealous of the orc's appearance as never before—the nostrils were large, and the openings were almost parallel to the mouth, as if someone had drilled two holes in the middle of his head. There is almost no "nose bridge" as a handsome and upright organ that is at the same time fragile and cumbersome. So I can assert that if they were slapped like this by a warhammer, they would certainly not be in as much pain as I was.

But I thought about it again, and my mind suddenly balanced: yes. Thankfully, I'm not a minotaur......

The heavy blow caused me a brief period of vertigo, during which I received another blow to my left shoulder. Thankfully, because my nose was hurting so badly, the attack didn't hurt me much, of course. This doesn't seem like much to celebrate.

Then, the pain in my nose did not go away, but transferred to my forehead. Converge at the center of the eyebrows. I felt like the pain was constantly vibrating and swelling. I almost want to burst my skull. I don't know how to deal with this terrible pain. I can only hold my head and shout loudly:

"Whew......"

I screamed so loudly that even I was startled. That's when I found out. I subconsciously used the "Fear Growl" skill for this roar. Thankfully, I was able to temporarily stop my lifelong pursuit of dreams, and bought me a moment to recover.

The fighting energy in my body continued to surge in my body with the "roar of fear", and I don't know if it was an accident or just a delusion, I felt a huge force rushing upstream, hitting my forehead vigorously, like a sledgehammer, constantly hitting my brows in pain. The painful touch was squeezed hard, doubling my nerves, and I felt a growing pain in my head, but I felt very incomprehensibly comfortable and didn't feel any more painful.

Suddenly, I felt a throbbing force pound upward, and then my forehead felt as if it had really exploded.

There's a crack in my head! At first I felt it with horror.

No, it's a crack in my mind! Then I touched my forehead, which was completely normal, and made the right judgment.

As this crack opened, the countless pains that were crammed into my mind that were about to drive people crazy seemed to find a cathartic channel, as if they had been pumped out of a vacuum, and disappeared in an instant, and the depressed feeling of being squeezed by a boulder in my chest also disappeared. My mind felt clearer than ever, and even my eyes and ears were particularly sharp, as if I could feel some profound and mysterious philosophical thoughts from the swaying of a tree branch......

Thanks to a lifetime of obsession with dreams, though it is unlikely that he did it intentionally, the blow of the blow to my mind and freed me from those troublesome thoughts, as if I had a moment of enlightenment.

To put it simply, the hammer smashed me out.

I suddenly figured out one thing:

The one who is fighting against me is the president of the First Guild of the Continental Alliance, a brave man who has experienced a hundred battles, and a paladin of the same level as me!

He's not a low-level rookie to be slashed by me!

Look at the armor he was wearing, the golden one was the "Knight of Justice" suit exclusive to the Paladin, which was already the best equipment that was hard to find at our current level. Even a master with a level of more than fifty may not be able to gather such a dazzling armor.

Looking at his weapon again, this "Divine Punishment" warhammer is the same as the obsidian pillar of the millions, it is the temple reward that this brave paladin won for his bravery during the battle of the suit, with a variety of attributes attached, and his shield is also of good quality and extraordinary attributes. In addition to this, his rings, necklaces, capes...... All of them are enviable high-end goods, which makes me, a nouveau riche who has just earned more than 10,000 gold coins, envious.

Such an opponent, even if I tried my best to fight him with all my might and without reservation, it may not be his opponent. I'm still thinking about "don't hurt him too badly" or "don't get killed too fast by him"?

This is all wishful thinking and arrogant thinking!

Recognize the reality, I simply don't have the power to control the outcome of this duel!

In that case, I'm still worried about a fart!

Fight with him!

Slashing with my backhand, I saw a dark green glow tremble in my hand, and then scrape the paladin's chest.

He was now free from the effects of the "Roar of Fear", and the huge warhammer slammed into my ribs.

Ninety-five to one hundred and thirty, I seem to have suffered in this exchange of metal and blood.

However, this is not the case. The longsword is already much faster than the warhammer, not to mention that I would like this "Rattlesnake's Wind Splitter" because of its speed.

Another sword swept by, and he lost one hundred and seven lives again by clinging to dreams all his life. Not only that, but the toxin effect attached to the long sword had already taken effect, and his life was continuing to drop at a rate of more than twenty points per second.

It can be seen that His Excellency the First Guild President is extremely confident in his own defense, and he has become accustomed to this kind of unreasonable and unreasonable attack against the opponent's attack. It's just that his equipment is too extravagant, and no matter who he encounters in this class, he will have some advantages.

But he met me, an outcast who was outside the laws of the gods.

And in my hand, there is also a piece of anti-heaven equipment that exists against the will of the gods: boxing gloves.

The extra 40 attack points may not seem like much, but it has increased my attack power by almost a quarter. There is not much difference between one sword and two swords, but after a few rounds, it accumulates into serious damage that is impossible to ignore.

Finally, in this rough and heroic fight, a persistent dream revealed a cowardly appearance. He was amazed to find that I was able to inflict quite serious damage on him and gain the upper hand in a head-on fight. When I had more than 400 lives left, his health had been reduced to about 300.

And the gap is widening......

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