The combat experience of the Paladin Leader, of course, he will not sit back and wait for defeat. And he is far from reaching the point of exhaustion. Just as I had gathered enough fighting energy to unleash another "slash" skill, he suddenly raised the hammer in his right hand and protected his chest with his left hand, and let out a earnest call from his mouth.

A flash of light appeared around me out of thin air, swam like a snake, and wrapped me around my waist. I immediately noticed that although my movements were not affected, the speed of my movement was greatly reduced. After sending out this "Ring of Imprisonment", a clinging dream immediately retreated, out of my attack range, and then silently recited the incantation, and with a wave of his right hand, he put a pale yellow transparent light mask on himself.

This is the paladin's life-saving trick, often figuratively referred to as "invincible" defensive magic - "Holy Light Protection".

There are only two ways to break this magic shield: either seize the time to attack with all your might, and use an oversaturated slash to break through the defense limit of the "Holy Light Protection"; Either that or just stay away for a while, waiting for the duration of this spell to end.

The few rounds of bloody fighting just now had completely ignited the soul flame of the warrior warrior in my heart, making my fighting spirit soar at this time, and the veins of my whole body were rushing with vigorous power. Why this duel? What should I do in a duel? What will be the consequences of this duel? These questions don't exist in the back of my mind anymore. At this moment, I am a pure fighter, using my blood and soul. to chase a destiny of honor that belongs to me.

As soon as the whole body was loosened, the holy light dissipated silently, dissolving into the air, leaving not a single light or shadow.

The "Circle of Imprisonment" is gone.

I strode forward and headed straight for the paladin not far away.

A "pachyderm boar cub" unfortunately crawled right in the middle of my lifelong dream, and sat on the ground, blocking my way. This little fat pig who is only level 3 is like a stocky ball of flannel, with almost zero attack power, and he is not a threat to me at all. If it doesn't happen to appear there. I'm never going to look at it again.

But at this time I don't want this uninvited guest to disturb my duel. I rushed to the front in the blink of an eye and kicked it away......

"Ahh What a poor little pig, piggy......" came the sympathetic voice of geese behind him.

I'm so sorry, I thought to myself, but I really can't care about your feelings at this moment.

Chop!!

The sharp sword light was like a lightning bolt stained with toxin. It landed heavily on the impenetrable layer of the ground shield. Although it didn't break it in one fell swoop, the light mask suddenly dimmed a little.

He was obsessed with dreams all his life and was unmoved, and immediately cast a "blessing of the supreme god" to restore his vitality to nearly 700 points.

I was in a hurry, and another sword was slashed.

The light of the shield was slashed by the sword, and only a ray of light remained, barely visible. But this sword. After all, it was still blocked.

My paladin opponent immediately took advantage of the victory to chase after him, and with the hammer he struck, he delivered me a "light blow" to the head. Eighty-four points of life disappeared in an instant, and my disadvantage became more and more obvious.

At this time, I finally broke through the defense of my lifelong attachment to dreams. The sword cut a blood-colored trail on his body. In a matter of moments, the duel took a turn and pushed us once again to the crossroads of fate that fought flesh and blood. Only this time. The scales of victory are clearly more in favour of the end of our opponent's position.

Three hundred against seven hundred. The health disparity is very bad for me. If it is under normal circumstances. At this time, I should find a way to distance myself from him and pour two more vials of life potion. Recuperate, and fight again. But this time, I made a decision that even I didn't expect: I didn't retreat, but continued to push forward and fight hard.

To be honest, I don't really know why I did that. Perhaps it was at this moment that the proud soul of a warrior hidden in my heart suddenly awakened and seized control of my body, preferring to die rather than take a step back. No one knows the danger of this moment better than me, under this huge disadvantage, all the courage and faith that makes people proud is completely useless, even the strength and martial arts of a person are no longer important, and the only thing that can save me at this moment may only be a little luck.

Strangely, even so, I didn't feel the slightest fear. The hammers and magic of my opponents danced back and forth in front of me, relentlessly requisitioning my life, and I had no consciousness of a dying person at stake. I don't know where this confidence came from, but I can clearly perceive that I will never lose or die in this duel.

Fortunately, he didn't guess my determination at this time when he was obsessed with dreams all his life, and he finally seized this rare opportunity to be able to fight me head-on with such a big advantage, of course, he didn't want to see me escape. So, he repeated his old trick and summoned the magic of the "Ring of Imprisonment" again, limiting my movement speed.

Since I didn't want to run away at all, of course the magic was useless. And while he was casting his spell, I stabbed him with an extra sword.

The battle that followed was a complete mess, with swords and hammers swinging back and forth between the two men, drawing blood from each other's bodies. At this point in the duel, there was no technical content at all, and there were only two men squandering their primitive brute strength on each other's bodies, confirming each other's bravery and tenacity.

This kind of hard-fought fight is not good for me after all. Soon, my life had fallen to double digits, and there were more than 200 points left in my lifelong life of obsessing with dreams. At this moment, I could only watch his hammer smash down, wondering if I would be able to withstand the blow.

I heard the sound of a warhammer crashing on my shoulder, and saw a splash of blood spraying the ground. At this point, I didn't have time to discern how many lives I had lost, except that I was lucky enough to survive the blow. Thankfully, it's still alive.

For others

Humanly, this is an irretrievable defeat: with the strength of my opponent, even if I have the hidden attribute bonus of the boxing glove, there will never be a skill that can consume him close to 300 health in a single turn. And with my current weak vitality, I am afraid that he can to death by sneezing at me.

And I'm not desperate yet!

All my self-confidence comes from a pair of boots, a pair of boots that no one else has but me.

Magic Boots: "Trail of the Wind Elves".

This is the reward I earned from the Temple for my exploits in the Merge Campaign. In addition to the stat bonuses that are far superior to those of normal combat boots, these boots also have a great addition to them:

Heroic flash!

I've always thought of it as an escape skill purely to save my life, and to run away when I encounter an invincible opponent. There have been many times when I have relied on it to escape from deadly danger. Otherwise, my life, which is only fragile once, I am afraid that I would have lost myself in a dangerous cave long ago.

Because it's so effective at escaping, I've almost forgotten another special attribute of this skill many times:

It causes 100% of the first attack after flashing to be critical......

The Ring of Imprisonment can trap my movements, but it can't do anything about the magical effects of the Heroic Flash. Before the final blow of my life's obsessed dream land fell, I suddenly disappeared from his presence. Then appeared about ten paces behind him to the right.

The Paladin President wasn't surprised by my sudden disappearance for long, and in his opinion, no matter how incredible my skill was, it would never escape defeat - a dying warrior could escape there with this imprisoned aura. At most, it will only delay for some time.

He really should have been careful.

As soon as I got out of the fight, I wasn't too busy drinking the life-saving potions - they were so slow that by the time a bottle of potions worked, I'm afraid I would have been photographed as a human pie - I put away my long sword. Instead, he took out a bold car ** axe.

When my life's obsession with dreams rushed at me, I shouted and threw this huge tomahawk, which was a few points wider than my waist.

Give it a shot!

I was obsessed with a dream, and I didn't expect that I would have such a powerful ranged attack skill. There was no preparation at all. By the time he screamed and tried to get out of the way. The tomahawk had slashed head-on at the paladin's head.

A critical hit, of course!

In the very beginning of life. It's true that I'm just using Heroic Flash as a pure escape skill, but it's gradually increasing as I experience combat. I feel more and more that this is a huge waste: in many life-and-death struggles, the lethality of a single critical hit is absolutely capable of turning the tide of the situation, and if used correctly, it is entirely possible to turn defeat into victory.

So I began to try to think about how to save myself from the enemy and still maximize the effect of this critical hit bonus.

Fortunately, I didn't have many long-range attacks, and I quickly found the answer:

Give it a shot! A throw, of course!

This is originally a powerful skill, and when used, it will produce explosive destructive power at the expense of the weapon itself. And the critical attribute has multiplied this terrifying destructive power, even to the point where I am terrified myself. During an experiment with a snow-capped mountain monster with a strong vitality, I even hit the highest record of more than 800 points of life in one hit, which was even able to kill an ordinary wild monster of my level in one move.

……

"Poof!" The terrifying sound was heard, reminiscent of the sudden splash of red water when a ripe watermelon was cut.

Just as I had hoped, more than 200 lives were wiped out in an instant. His Excellency, the Paladin President, who had already had the upper hand, was already crawling on the ground with one head and two scoops at this time, and he was completely lifeless.

Only then did I have time to check how much I had left to live.

The results of the review made me gasp:

1 point, only 1 point remains.

This duel was won to the extreme: even if the hammer that I had been obsessed with in my dream just now and the strength of a straw were added, I am afraid that I would have already taken a step ahead, and there would never have been the earth-shattering reversal that followed......

……

This eerie reversal caused the audience of the Knights of the Hammer of Punishment to fall silent for a moment, but they soon came to their senses to find that it was their own president who had fallen to the ground. The huge sense of collectivist honor made the guild members angry, and they showed off their weapons one after another, as if they were planning to avenge their president.

Buddha laughed at them standing behind me, frightened by this unexpected victory. I stood there dumbfounded, and my heart was also regretful, afraid, and annoyed:

It's broken, it's broken, didn't you say you had to lose? How did you win on impulse? If you knew what you were running just now, wouldn't it be nothing if you stretched your neck and let people smash it again? What can you do? What can I do now, what can I do now......

Just when I was facing dozens of pairs of menacing eyes, sweating profusely and panicking in my heart, suddenly, I felt an itch in my left leg.

I subconsciously looked down and saw that a "thick-skinned boar cub" with bottomed health was leaning on my left leg, tilting its head and opening its mouth wide, revealing two white fangs the thickness of a little thumb, and two lovely swords of saliva dripping from the lips. Seeing me looking down at it, the little boar also glanced at me, its big eyes flickering, looking stupid and naïve.

After all, the little boar's mouth was not idle, and after finding the right place, he bit down.

There was a slight pain in the left leg......