Inside a wide underground space.

Roy and the Duke of the Frontier stood opposite each other at a distance of 100 meters.

The invisible aura was full of it, and if there was a demigod-level existence watching the battle from the sidelines, it could be seen that with the two as the center, two huge red-gold flames were pouring wildly.

Although the two are both red gold fires, they are also different.

The red gold fire phantom released by the Duke of the Border on the left was domineering and heavy, while Roy's side on the right was even sharper and hotter.

This also represents the difference between the two.

In the practice of the Flame Breathing Method, the Frontier Duke's realm is higher and his fighting spirit is more profound, while Roy has lost his thickness, but he has a sharp drive that the Frontier Duke does not have, which is unique to young people.

"Come on."

The Duke of the Frontier stood in place and smiled at Roy.

"So, I'm on."

Roy's pupils had completely turned red gold at this moment, which was a manifestation of the extreme operation of the Flame Breathing Method.

He leaned forward slightly, his right hand resting on the hilt of the Starfire Blade at his waist.

In the next moment, his body disappeared in place.

"Knock ——!"

With a roar, a depression tens of centimeters deep appeared in the ground of the training ground, and in the twisted and sour sound of metal deformation, Roy had come to the front of the Border Duke.

There was no technique used, and there was just an unpretentious, top-down slash.

On the black silver blade, there are red-gold lines that zigzag and spread, outlining magnificent patterns.

Wherever the blade passed, jet-black terrifying cracks continued to grow, and even the space could not withstand the power of this knife, and it cracked inch by inch.

"Good!"

Faced with this knife, a look of excitement appeared on the face of the Duke of Border.

He raised his hand, and in the process, a jet-black sword appeared.

The big sword that was slashing up collided with the long knife that slashed downward, and a strong humming sound resounded throughout the underground space.

Roy flicked his footsteps and quickly pulled away a distance of tens of meters.

He lowered his head and looked at the Starfire Blade in his hand, a hint of astonishment in his eyes.

I saw that this "old fellow" who had been with him for a long time now had a small gap at the blade.

Not only that, but around the perimeter of the gap, several extremely small cracks spread out, and it was clear that although the overall form was still maintained, the internal structure of the Starfire Blade had been damaged, and its solidity and toughness had been greatly reduced.

"Roy, this is my first piece of advice for you."

The Duke of the Frontier did not pursue, but stood in place, inserted the jet-black sword in his hand into the ground, and said in a deep voice: "I found out before, your fighting style is mainly based on long knives, in this case, the quality of the weapon will be the key to determining the victory or defeat." ”

"Although the quality of your long knife is good, in the grade of conventional equipment, the texture is not inferior to ordinary epic equipment, the only thing that is bad is the lack of core enchantment."

"Before you, such a long knife was indeed enough."

"But when it comes to demigods, it's completely different."

"The big sword in my hand, its name is 'Burning Black', in terms of grade, it can be regarded as an epic 'holy weapon', and its power does not belong to the general A-level taboo, and there is no need to pay any price for its use."

"I have such a weapon, and the temple must have it in its hands."

"So, this long knife can't keep up with your current strength now."

"I've heard that you seized two pieces of adamantite armor and a sword from the Privy Council? After that, send your sword to the master craftsman to fuse pure gold and reforge. ”

"There is a large amount of pure gold as a base, I dare not say that it will definitely reach the grade of the holy weapon, but at least, the texture is enough to withstand the collision with the holy weapon."

“…… Taught. Roy was silent and nodded with a serious expression.

This is indeed his knowledge blind spot.

"So, let's start the second round."

The Duke of the Frontier grinned, raised his foot and lightly kicked the blade of the big sword in front of him, and with a "bell", the big sword flew up and disappeared, he twisted his neck and rubbed his wrist: "Next, it's hand-to-hand combat time." ”

The long knife was returned to its sheath and retracted into the spatial ring, and the fire of battle intent in Roy's eyes became more and more vigorous.

In the next second, two red-gold streamers collided straight.

At the moment of fist and fist clash, the two bared their teeth at the same time - the Frontier Duke was shocked by Roy's physical strength, and Roy was amazed by the Border Duke's purity of fighting spirit.

If it is purely in terms of fighting spirit, Roy's fighting spirit, in front of the fighting spirit of the border duke, is like water and ice, and it is not at the same level at all, but Roy has offset this abyss-like gap with his unreasonable physique and huge strength.

The pure fighting spirit was like a steel needle, trying to pierce Roy's body, but it was blocked from the skin by the terrifying body, and it could only be continuously consumed.

"Happy!"

The Duke of the Frontier laughed.

Roy's sheer power shocked him and forced him to mobilize his fighting energy to defuse it.

And such a hearty, fist-to-flesh battle, he hadn't experienced it for a long, long time.

"Come again!"

With a loud shout, the Duke of Border's fist swung out again, the difference was that this time there were several spiraling vortices of fire on the fist he swung.

It was just a simple punch, but from the moment it was thrown to the moment it came, it gave Roy the illusion of facing the collapse of the erupting volcano.

No, not an illusion.

This is the blessing of the mutilated rules that belong exclusively to the demigods!

In the face of this terrifying punch, Roy did not have the slightest cowardice on his face, but the fire of battle intent was high.

He used his palm instead of a sword, and the bright stars swirled around it, making the border duke can't help but squint his eyes, and there seemed to be a peerless edge flashing in front of him.

Then, a punch and a knife collided together.

The eruption of the toppling volcano was slashed in two, but its terrifying heat burned the edge to the ground.

Roy and the Duke of the Frontier pulled their seats again.

In this collision, the two were almost evenly matched.

No, it's not very accurate to say, and Roy still has a slight advantage in comparison.

Although the star on his palm knife collapsed, he was not injured, and a few centimeters were cut on the edge of the border duke's fist, and blood beads overflowed.

Although it is only a negligible minor injury, it is also a good one.

"Awesome......"

The Duke of the Frontier exclaimed: "With your hand as a sword, but you can show a stunning edge, just with this hand, in an ordinary demigod battle, you will not fall into disadvantage." ”

"The regular battle quiz is over, and you have passed and have the qualifications to explore the Black Mist Forbidden Zone. And then, it's my personal interest. ”

"I'm going to use all my strength, Roy, and use all your magical and weird talents as much as you can, or you'll be seriously injured if you're not careful."

The deep voice of the Duke of the Frontier echoed, and a faint layer of fire appeared on the surface of his body, which was not a manifestation of the outward release of fighting spirit, but a condensation of rules.

"When you are a demigod for the first time, you can master the rules of incompleteness."

"And at this point, if you want to continue to improve, you need purification rules."

"Continuously deepen the comprehension of the broken rules, until the rules are initially integrated with themselves to form a rule coat."

"The clothes of rules are the embodiment of senior demigods."

Roy didn't rush to make a move, it was rare to have an in-depth understanding of the situation of the demigods, and he couldn't help but ask, "What level is the Temple Pope?" ”

"The old monster?" The Duke of the Frontier pondered: "From a hierarchical point of view, he is also in the category of the clothing of rules. ”

"It's just that under the polish of time, his rule clothes are extraordinarily complicated."

"Let's put it this way, the rule clothes of a normal senior demigod are ordinary clothes, and the rules clothes of the old monster are clothes that the master painstakingly made and spent years making."

"The gap is huge."

"That's why I'm still no match for the Temple Pope after mastering the various specialties you taught Roy."

"I see...... Roy nodded clearly, and then asked curiously: "The clothing of rules is the purification and embodiment of broken rules, so what if a person comprehends other rules?" What would that look like? ”

Hearing this, the Duke of Frontier shook his head and smiled: "So far, no one has ever done it, so there is no need to think about this." It is extremely difficult to condense a single rule into a rule coat, and trying to comprehend more rules will only backfire. ”

"Even the Templar Pope, for hundreds of years, never had the idea of trying other rules in the past."

"Is that so......" Roy exhaled softly, "Then let me appreciate the style of the clothes of rules." ”

Facing the Duke of the Frontier, who no longer stayed, Roy was also excited.

He wanted to know how far he could go in front of a senior demigod without using desperate means.

"Be careful, then."

The Duke of the Frontier grinned, and then, stepped out.

In an instant, the scene ahead appeared strangely distorted in Roy's eyes.

Everything as far as the eye can see is rendered with a faint layer of red.

The Duke of the Frontier suddenly appeared in front of Roy, and only the fist covered by shallow firelight seemed to fall gently.

Roy's heart was alarmed, and an unprecedented sense of crisis came to his mind.

This blow, the current self, can't be stopped!

Realizing this, Roy didn't try to dodge, he put his hands in his trouser pockets and seemed to give up resistance completely.

The Duke of Frontier's eyes froze, and then his fist smashed down mercilessly. ”

"Buzz ......"

Silent ripples spread, and as the Duke of Border's fist was about to fall on Roy, an irregular barrier of extreme yellow stood in front of him.

The fist collided with the barrier, the fist was slightly bounced, and the barrier turned into countless points of light and scattered.

Roy grinned, and then, the hands inserted into his trouser pockets were pulled out at the same time, as if pulling out two peerless long knives, slashing from the bottom up.

What stands in the way of the Duke of the Frontier is his improved use of Satan's Protection.

The use of talent is never static, but depends on the development of users.

Today's usage is an improvement made by Roy after careful consideration: the localized barrier, although the defensive ability is greatly weakened, and it can no longer block the attacks of the god level, but it is still very strong when used in demigod battles.

And the advantage of this is that the consumption of using it is greatly reduced, even if it is just his own soul power, it is enough to use it dozens of times, and if he uses [Infinite Desire God] to convert energy into soul power, then he basically does not have to worry about the consumption of the whole battle.

In other words, Roy, who developed this usage, will not be harmed by enemy attacks at all until his soul power is exhausted in demigod-level battles.

The defense and rebound of the barrier also made the border duke stunned for a moment.

Just as he was stunned, Roy's two-handed knife descended.

The hand knife blessed by the bright starlight blade landed on the shoulders of the Duke of the Frontier at the same time.

The conceivable cut did not happen.

The two-handed knife under Roy's sharp edge, when it came into contact with the clothes of rules, was deep in the mud, and could only move forward with difficulty.

With the outbreak of the Duke of Border's vindictive energy, he was repelled by more than ten meters.

"Is this the protection of the clothing of rules? It's really tough enough. Roy snorted.

"Yes, if you want to inflict damage on a senior demigod, you first need to break his rules cloak." The Duke of Frontier looked at his hand, as if recalling the strange power of his fist just now, while explaining, "There are two ways to break the cloak of rules. ”

"One, it's that your instantaneous burst damage exceeds the upper limit of the rule clothes, which can only be done by a level stronger, that is, the god level, which can basically be ignored."

"Second, it's damage accumulation. When the damage accumulates to a certain extent, the rule clothes will be broken, and at the same time, the blessing of the rules clothes on the demigods will also fall to a low point, at this time, it is the best time to defeat the senior demigods, but one thing should be noted, the rules clothes will be repaired, if you can't kill the senior demigods in one minute, the broken rules clothes will be re-condensed, and you need to re-accumulate damage and break it again. ”

"Therefore, the battle between senior demigods depends on who breaks the other party's rule cloak first."

The Duke of the Frontier's message about the senior demigod was amazed to Roy's eyes.

In layman's terms, the Clothes of Rules is like an external amplification armor, and until it is broken, the senior demigod will not take any damage, and even if it is broken, it will recondense after a minute.

It sounds like the "invincibility mechanic" of the boss in the game.

Roy shook his head with a smirk, interrupting the divergent thoughts in his head.

"Now that the teaching time is over, let's have some fun."

The Duke of Frontier laughed, and then his burly body reappeared in front of Roy, his casserole-sized fist falling heavily.

……

An hour later.

Ducal Palace Hall.

Roy, who had a blue nose and swollen face, looked at the border duke who was sitting on the top with a refreshed face, and his eyes were a little helpless.

At the end of the battle, there was not much soul power left in his body, but it was still far from breaking the Border Duke's rule clothes, and according to the border duke's words, the accumulated damage could be multiplied by ten to reach the upper limit of the rule clothes.

Hearing this, Roy put it directly.

What a ghost!

Unless he enters a desperate state, it is impossible to break the clothes of the rules in the normal form.

Seeing this, Roy directly withdrew the defense of [Satan's Redemption], intending to let the Border Duke punch a few times to get angry.

After all, hammering around a turtle shell for an hour will make anyone unhappy.

But what Roy didn't expect was that this old guy was really unkind.

Reaching out and touching the black circle of his eyes, the corners of Roy's mouth twitched.

Forget it, it's considered to be paying tuition.

The happy Duke of the Frontier sat on the first seat, suddenly his eyes moved, and he said: "The special magic fluctuations over there in the treasure house have stopped, Miss Tonigne should have completed the body remodeling, do you want to go and see it?" ”

(End of chapter)