Endurance, dueling cage.

Right now.

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The usually lively dueling hall was so quiet at the moment that it was almost audible to hear a pin.

Haznir and Corina stood in the center of everyone's attention, their half-open blades dangling brightly in the white light.

But...... Everyone's eyes seemed to be focused on the dueling cage, but in fact they were focused on the tall figure under the stage.

The original body sitting in the seat was motionless, like a dead corpse, the white smoke from the incense burner slowly drifted up, and the yellow-green poisonous gas in the gas mask overflowed with the quiet breathing of the original body, covering his eyes.

After saying that, Motarian didn't do anything else.

The oppressive and gloomy atmosphere of the original body itself enveloped the entire hall.

"Hum—"

Piercing bells ring!

Haznir broke the silence and lunged forward to attack, while Corina put on his classic defensive style, sword raised, waiting for the enemy to attack.

When Haznir got close and slashed the scythe, there was no imaginary move, and Corina quickly dodged the scythe sideways, and at the same time the big sword in his hand broke through Haznir's chest!

However, the scene between Corina and José was not replicated just now, and Haznir withdrew his scythe with great speed, shifting his center of gravity to the right, so that the vital point could avoid the slash of the greatsword.

"Boom!"

With both hands on the sickle, Haznir managed to catch Corina's slash less than a foot away!

The flames erupted, and Corina exerted his hands, and the piercing sound of metal scraping resounded in the dueling cage, but the scythe froze in place, never moving a bit.

At Haznir's feet, the ground of high-strength composite materials was slightly dented!

"Bell—"

Feeling that the opponent's strength is great, the stalemate may be his own loss, Corina took the lead in sliding to break the stalemate, retreated to adjust his posture, and prepared for the next attack and defense.

But he shouldn't have retreated.

The scythe is an extremely rare long-handled weapon on the battlefield in normal times, and it requires a high degree of skill on the part of the operator.

Unlike common pole-handled weapons, such as spears, the Scythe's range does not go straight, but if you use the Scythe in the same way as other pole-handled weapons, it will expose itself to the enemy's range.

With a scythe, you need to overcome your instinctive subconscious impulses, not to attack and defend directly, you need to go around a section, these curved blades, the weapons of death, can be used to you.

And just now, Corina made a mistake.

The scythe's range is significantly longer than that of the heavy sword, and subconsciously retreating will only give the opponent a better chance to play, but Corina's previous style of play has always been accustomed to defensive attacks, and he mistook the scythe for a spear, thinking that it would be enough to defend the front.

After all, if the opposite side is holding a spear, you only need to use your sword to block the front.

But the scythe is not.

Haznir decisively seized on Collina's mistake and reached forward with the scythe, and Corina raised his sword to try to block, although the scythe was directly in front of him, but the scythe was behind his weakly defended side!

Corina immediately turned sideways and drew his hand back to the sword, but as soon as the heavy sword returned, the scythe was strangely withdrawn, and the scythe blade at a different angle was like a blooming silver flower, and Haznir was already fast about the speed of the afterimage and increased forcefully -

Haznir rushed to Collina's side, the tip of the scythe just right on the right side of Collina's neck.

The winner is decided!

Megalomaniacal guys!

Haznir shouted in his heart, these arrogant old guys don't pay attention to the weapons favored by the recruits, and they don't bother to learn their techniques at all, and it is this arrogance that has caused you to lose to me today!

After all, any novice who picks up a scythe knows that close melee combat is one of the trickiest situations for a scytheman, and a retreating enemy is the scytheman's favorite sight.

Are we arrogant? It's you who are arrogant!

Barbarus erupted in loud applause and cheers, and Haznir raised his scythe above his head, white light hitting him, and exaggerated laughter blooming on his face.

He turned around and smiled at Motarian's position, and although the original body still couldn't make out its expression, the oppressive atmosphere around him had subsided.

Compared to the arrogant Haznir, Corina strained his face, glanced at Haznir, and silently stepped off the stage, while the Terranian veterans in the dark tacitly let go of a crack and quickly closed it, allowing Corina to hide in the crowd.

Taking advantage of the cheers and cheers of the Barbaros people, several figures took advantage of the chaos to leave the dueling hall.

Barbarus' cheers continued, and Motarian held out a hand and pressed down.

With the movement of the original body, the audience was quiet again.

As if pleased with the quiet of the hall, Motarian withdrew his hand and continued to fold his arms.

At this time, someone had already read Motarian's signal-

He's waiting for the next duel!

Some sane people have begun to break out in a cold sweat, and the narrow victory of Haznir of the Barbaros is already the best ending, which not only satisfies the competitiveness of the Barbaros people, but also makes the Terra veterans better to the next level.

Clear-eyed Terra veterans can see that Haznir has just won in one fell swoop through Collina's mistake, and if the duel is really extended, Haznir has a very small chance of winning!

The next battle will be Haznir's defeat.

There was clearly a slight commotion at the Terra veteran.

Finally, a veteran soldier with a body of flesh rushed to the stage, and the people around him did not hold him, looking surprised and puzzled.

This guy is a tough guy of the Seventh Company, and he has already applied to Jia Luo many times for the next Zisha mission.

It should be noted that in the entire dueling hall, there are actually the least number of Terra veterans in the seventh company, although they are marked as combat companies, but these veterans prefer to wipe their weapons in their leisure time, or meditate and recuperate.

And the soldiers of the Seventh Company, who like to come to the dueling hall often, are often the ones with the most stubborn and tempered ones.

[I'm coming!] ］

The original body continues to sit there like a sculpture, motionless.

...

Motarian had just been learning how to deal with the Titan Order, paying attention to their etiquette, the timing of these big guys, and the right place......

Since he came to this legion, there have always been many things to learn, unfamiliar languages, unfamiliar times, unfamiliar environments...... And those bedbugs who take advantage of their humble status to hide in the shadows and want to see his jokes.

Scold.

Those arrogant guys.

Motarian had seen the portraits of his so-called brothers, nothing more than jewels carved with golden light, gold thread, and jewels to show his status.

They were all kings, princes, and lords, but Motarian was not.

Of course he knew how those people mocked him in their hearts.

Not at all like the original body of the emperor's heir?

Dirty hillbillies from an agricultural planet with mud on their hands?

Do they think Motarian can't hear, do they think Motarian can't see?

The garbage that gets complacent by arriving early.

Of course he will shut them up.

In the first four months that Motarian had just entered the Legion, Motarian slept only one hour a week, studying, studying, and he absorbed it all with hunger.

Motarian was growing as fast as he could, as fast as possible, as fast as possible, and he was desperately squeezing his potential, which was painful, but it was also simple, and he did it under Nacre back then.

He didn't want the Barbaros to be looked at like that, no, no, no pity, no contempt.

They are the liberators of their planet, they are warriors who overthrow tyrants with their own hands, not these fools who have been chosen simply because they are lucky.

Motarian only briefly let himself out of his studies once, and Hades woke up, he had to go and see, after all, it was Hades who had killed the last tyrant on Barbaros with him.

But after that, he threw himself into a frenzy of study.

Today, though, Karastiphon came over and offered to let Motarian come out and see what his Barbaros warriors would do during their free time.

It was indeed a long time since he had seen his people, his warriors, his arms.

Motarian agreed.