Endurance, dueling cage.

Right now.

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The bright white light hit the dueling cage, reflecting a hazy white halo in the dark dueling hall.

The two people on the stage stood still, ready for the posture.

Scythes and swords are opposed.

"Hum—"

Domingo, a veteran from Terra, stabbed directly with his long sword, and the merciless sword light struck Haznir directly on the stage.

Haznir started to defend, but as if he had already predicted Haznir's next move, Domingo suddenly picked up speed, broke through from Haznir's side, and the knife light burst out, and in a short moment, Haznir's arms and neck were already red bloodshot!

It's just a trick!

If Domingo had a full-edged sword, Haznir would not have been able to stand on the dueling table like he is now.

The winner is decided!

Haznir glanced at veteran Domingo with reluctance and resentment, but the burning scratches on his shoulders and neck reminded him that he had already been defeated.

He jumped off the stage in silence.

On the stage, Domingo stood there like a rock, with no intention of leaving.

On the side of the Babarus people in the audience, some were silent, some were dissatisfied, crowded, and there was a slight confusion and noise, but no one dared to go on stage to duel.

Haznir is a perennial top three winner in the usual dueling cage, and these people in the audience have more or less been defeated by Haznir and know that they are inferior.

But Vaux, the only one left who could defeat Haznir, suddenly disappeared, and he was somehow not here after watching the duel cage.

The Terra veterans were silent, and even if some of the veterans didn't approve of Domingo's actions, all they could do for now was wait.

The tall body of the original body was still motionless, like dry bones, and the smell of poisonous gas quietly pierced everyone's nostrils.

The hood, gas mask, and smoke of the face make it impossible to see through the mood of the original body at this moment.

Motarian is also waiting.

The atmosphere was a bit deadlocked, and the little commotion that had just begun in the Barbaros crowd gradually quieted down, and silence once again enveloped the entire hall.

The veteran Domingo stood proudly and silently on the stage, like a knight in stone guarding a treasure, waiting for the challenger who came without permission.

The silence was broken by footsteps.

Karastiphon walked out slowly, silently walking onto the stage, glancing at the weapon rack and drawing the scythe that had been used by the first two Barbaros.

Typhon walked to Domingo's counterpoint, raised his sickle, and took a stance.

The veteran Domingo also raised his sword again, and looked at Typhon on the other side with a calm expression.

The original is still motionless.

"Hum—"

The duel begins!

Domingo continued his play-to-play strategy, stabbing directly with his sword with the same move, striving to defeat the unknown recruit on the opposite side in the shortest possible time.

He is not afraid of Karastiphon's dismantling moves according to the ideas of the previous battle, most of the duels on the battlefield are often crushing in strength and speed, and the fighting skills are reserved for those who are evenly matched!

And these recruits who have not completed a full year of Terra before the end of the transformation operation, unless they are talented, otherwise with their current training intensity, they are not comparable to these battle-hardened veterans.

However, there was no fear or contempt on his face, and he directly blocked the sword thrust with his scythe, and then accelerated to block Domingo's second blow.

The whole process is smooth, not like the two recruits just now!

Domingo was a little surprised, on weekdays, he didn't notice that Barbaros had Typhon in the dueling cage, and Karastiphon was not a regular in the dueling cage.

It's a halfway roadblock—

But this does not affect the outcome of this battle in any way!

Domingo didn't retreat, and directly used the momentum of the dash to grapple with Karastiphon closely, and the long sword was like a snake nimbly trying to pierce Karastiphon's defenses.

In contrast, the scythe's long and wide range instantly paled in an instant, and the scythe, which was not suitable for close defense, did not work at its best, and Karastiphon could only use the scythe to continuously block Domingo's attacks, and the scythe became more and more bulky under the spearhead of the sword.

Karastiphon tried to distance himself, but Domingo didn't give him that chance at all, and clinged to Karastiphon without giving him the slightest chance to retreat and attack.

Compared to the Terra veteran Corina who came on the field, Domingo is more aggressive, and his fierce aura is pressing the recruits on the opposite side!

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that if such an offensive continues for a few breaths, Karastiphon will be the one who will be defeated!

However, Karastiphon did not appear to be flustered, and still struggled to hold the scythe to block Domingo's attack.

Oh, cocky imp.

Domingo was calm and unhurried, continuing to maintain the rhythm of the attack, and the already fast offensive speed was still slowly picking up-

Finally, there is a flaw!

Domingo walked down with a long sword, then picked it up again, giving up his defenses, and the tip of his sword went straight to one of Karastiphon's hearts!

Under the senses of the duel between the two sides to the extreme, time seemed to slow down, and Domingo clearly saw the cold light slowly flashing on the sword's body, and-

An imperceptible flash of frost suddenly appeared on the sword!!

What?!!!

Domingo's eyes shrank suddenly, and the veteran's instincts made him want to subconsciously return to defense, but it was too late, and the thrusting sword was not easy to withdraw.

Domingo felt the pressure on her body skyrocket! His movements were also sluggish, and he looked up at Karastiphon opposite, the recruit with an imperceptible smile on his lips.

This guy is a psyker!!

Although Domingo immediately adjusted his stance, in the heat of battle, a short moment was enough to decide life and death, and Carrastiphon immediately grabbed Domingo's flaw, and the scythe slashed from under him, directly dodging his arms, and burrowing into Domingo's chest-

The winner is decided!

The moment the tip of Karastiphon's scythe touched Domingo, both men stopped moving.

Domingo's sword was an inch from Callas, but Callas' scythe actually touched Domingo's chest.

The annoying chill quickly faded, and it seemed that except for the two people on the field, the rest of the spectators were unaware of the spiritual energy fluctuations just now.

Domingo's pupils twitched, and he wanted to open his mouth to say something, but when he looked up at Carrastiphon's face—

There was not the slightest hint of joy or joy on that face, but a serious and respectful expression!

This guy puts a good camouflage!

Wait, this recruit's move just now is very similar to the move used by the Death Watch Think Tank?!

How so?

Domingo was puzzled, but on the dueling ring, his defeat was a certainty, and he had no choice but to jump off the stage and hide in the crowd.

There was a commotion in the crowd of Terra.

Karastifon stood there, not as if he had been the first, intending to continue the fight, but instead turned and walked towards the weapon stand.

Seeing this victory, Barbaros burst into cheers again.

The original body continued to remain still, but the incense burner on Motarian's body collided slightly, and the crisp but weak sound was quickly drowned out by the noise of the crowd.

Karas, my friend, is this what you want?