As a born-against, proud, defeated, and tasted death, Midi is certainly qualified to say that. And for most geniuses, what is missing is indeed setbacks and grinding.

However, on this occasion, the only effect that can be achieved by saying it in such a condescending and educational tone is only provocation.

How could Martin, who had the title of "the first person in fencing," take to heart these words, which he thought were nothing more than good luck? I saw that Martin's eyes burned with obvious anger, and the next moment, he had already charged, like an enraged bull, and rushed straight up.

In an instant, the slender stabbing sword that had made countless people shudder was unsheathed, and at the same time, Midi also drew a pitch-black sword that was strong enough to withstand extreme will.

The two opponents stood face to face for the first time, and the bright thin sword and the pitch-black black sky sword clashed fiercely in the next moment, bright sparks flying between the two weapons, and the faces of Midi and Martin flashed in the sparks.

Martin, known as the first fencing man, was driven by rage, and made up his mind to suppress it completely, he did not retreat or stop at all, and the thin sword in his hand kept spitting out thorns like a serpent's letter, and each blow was fast and hard, and it was extremely accurate to attack the vital point of Midi.

In the face of this stormy attack, even Midi could only take a strict defense for a while.

However, the actual pressure on him is not too great. After all, when he was even weaker and had not even comprehended the ultimate meaning, Midi had already fought against the famous "Nightmare Hand" at level 45, and in the expedition to the Elven Court, he also encountered the Dark Elf Roaming Gunner who mastered the essence of marksmanship.

Without the experience of a lifetime in advance, even in this life, Midi will never lack the experience of fighting against top powerhouses

In addition, the city of Mount Rose is a strange and hostile environment for Midi, in other words, a battlefield. In the middle of the battlefield, a seasoned professional will naturally adjust his body to the most suitable state for battle, and his acuity will skyrocket.

All these factors are combined, and although Midi is completely defensive, it is methodical, and there is a sense of being ready to attack. The black blade of the sword turned into a curtain wall like flowing water in Midi's hand, causing each of Martin's slashes and thrusts to collapse with a crisp impact.

It's just that, although he can still deal with it now, Midi knows very well that since he has the title of "the first person in fencing", and he is also a recognized master in a wealthy family like the Hamilton family, of course, it is impossible to only attack to this extent.

It's just a warm-up at the moment, and the real killer move is still to come.

But Midi couldn't continue to defend any longer.

In front of a real master, if you can only react passively, sooner or later there will be a time when you can't keep up with your reaction, and then you will show gaps and flaws, and you will be killed by a single blow. So he had to fight back.

The next moment, Midi carefully deflected the blade of the sword, using the sword as a shield, once again blocking the opponent's sharp stab, and at the same time skillfully borrowed the impact of this blow, and instantly retreated with a light step, widening the distance. Before Martin could catch up, the black-haired boy's figure had turned into a puff of smoke and followed away again.

Devil May Cry skill, ghost shadow flashing.

After a few rounds of fighting, Midi had roughly captured Martin's style, as a pure level 40 sword soul, this person was most proud of his speed. It's not just the speed of the sword, the speed of action, but also the speed of nerve reactions.

It was precisely because of this chilling speed that he was able to provoke Midi's extreme intention in the first place.

As the saying goes, only fast is not broken. Fighting with this kind of opponent at zero distance, and when it is 4 levels lower, one will miss if you are not careful.

So Midi simply gave up the melee and distanced himself instead.

After all, as a ghost swordsman, in addition to extreme intent, his greatest advantage is the powerful ghost god whose left arm is above the ordinary level. Directly blending the characteristics of the four series of ghost swordsmen to form a suppression in skill and distance is the best choice.

In just an instant, the two separated by more than twenty meters, and before Martin could catch up, the tip of the Black Sky Sword in Midi's hand had already condensed an invisible but qualitative magic power.

The next moment, with strong fluctuations, dozens of fireballs shot out directly from the blade, enveloping the so-called "First Fencing Man" and the area around him in a radius of tens of meters.

Asura skill, burst flame beads and shoot continuously.

In an instant, a cloud of mushrooms with thick smoke rose from the ground, these explosive flame beads were relatively small without charging, not as good as the one that Midi shot at the beginning that blasted open the gate of the Bloody Blade Mercenary Group's base, however, when used to deal with a single person, it seemed extremely lethal.

The white sand and gravel were scorched black under this widespread attack, and under the billowing smoke, people could see a shocking sea of fire.

If you are an ordinary professional, after this round of bombardment, I am afraid that there will not even be scum left.

However, Midi knew very well that it was unlikely that the first fencing man would be planted on this level of attack, and at most it would only make him a little embarrassed. However, in this big arena where tens of thousands of people watched the battle, the word embarrassment was enough to make this arrogant enemy angry, right?

And just as Midi expected, soon, a figure rushed out of the thick smoke, and a little ground under his feet brought up a piece of white sand to recede like a tide, and with this amazing reaction force, the figure accelerated twice, and rushed towards Midi in a frenzied way.

After a round of bombardment, Martin had completely mistaken Midi for a roaming gunman, so as soon as he got out of the fire, he immediately resorted to a forced charge, trying to close the distance.

However, Midi is not a roaming gunner, and he has many methods to hinder his opponent's approach.

In an instant, a magic array that had been ready to go for a long time fell, and it was on Martin's path. On the white sand field, the ice is suddenly thickened, and the frost spreads, just like the season of ice and earth in December.

Another Devil May Cry skill, Frozen Formation.

Faced with this cold and frosty land, Martin just snorted coldly, and he didn't even mean to bypass it at all, and directly crashed into it.

I saw that his feet were like the wind, and he passed over the ice pick with great agility, and skillfully avoided the sharp ice that stabbed out of the ground in the cold, and in an instant, he had already traveled half the way, and in a few breaths, he could rush out of it and rush to Midi's side.

But while Martin was walking like a fly, Midi's hands were not idle.

The Black Sky Sword once again condensed strong magic fluctuations, and while the opponent was still shuttling through the ice cubes, several ice arrows overflowing with cold qi shot out from the blade.

Another Asura skill, the Ice Blade Wave Sword.

This time, Martin's speed finally slowed down, and when he avoided the ice blade and rushed out of the ice formation, Midi once again opened the distance with a ghost flash, and then, still familiarly, he smashed the flame bead into his head.

Distance, fire bombardment, formation containment.

It's a simple thing to do, but it's very effective. The point is, even if Martin knew what Midi wanted to do, he could only watch, and he couldn't stop it.

Because no matter how strong the sword soul is, after all, it is only a branch of the ghost swordsman. But Midi relied on the mysterious ghost god on his left arm, but he mastered all the skills of the four ghost swordsmen. Excluding the uncontrollable berserkers, the remaining three series have covered various skills in range, medium range and melee combat, and directly achieved the restraint of sword souls from the tactical level.

Of course, mastering multiple skills does not mean being invincible.

Fighting Wiseman Newton, the "Hand of Nightmares", or the Dark Elf Roaming Gunman, Midi is also in danger.

However, at the moment, this is not an unscrupulous actual battle, but a "battle of honor" watched by tens of thousands of people. Basically, there is no life or death involved, and victory or defeat is secondary, and the most important thing is to capture people's hearts and create an advantage for returning to the negotiating table later.

Under such a premise, Martin was led by the nose by the other party, not to mention whether he could seize the opportunity to reverse with one blow in the end, his image alone has been greatly reduced.

The dignified "first person in the fencing branch" was beaten to the ground by a son of a little earl who didn't even reach level 40, and could only hide in the explosion of magic, but he couldn't even touch the corners of the other party's clothes?

Thinking that most of the people with heads and faces in Rose City, including the little princess Fina he cared about the most, were looking at his ugliness, Martin's heart was filled with anger.

He could no longer care about the so-called reserve, and he had no leisure to hide his hole cards, and finally decided to play a killing move.

The thin sword in Martin's hand, which made everyone fearful, suddenly changed from his right hand to his left hand.

And the next moment, a ray of light was thrown out of his right hand, cutting a bright and dazzling mark in midair, directly shattering all the dozens of ice blades shot by Midi

Very strong

Midi's black pupils contracted instantly, and his face became solemn. He had speculated before that compared to the ordinary thin sword, the real trump card of this first fencing person might be the lightsaber, after all, that is the weapon that a real sword soul is best at.

However, at this moment, it was not until it was revealed that Midi realized that Martin's trump card was not a lightsaber at all.

It's a whip of light.

A terrifying whip of light that glowed with lightning and lightning more than enough to compensate for the shortcomings of melee combat.

"Midi Asrex, I have to admit that you are very good, you can force me to show this thunderous whip in front of these tens of thousands of people. Martin stopped, licked his lips, and a grim smile curled into the corners of his mouth, "But right away, you're going to pay for it, a high price"

Accompanied by Martin's cold and ruthless words, the light whip was like a poisonous snake spitting letters, with a piercing and sharp whistling sound, breaking through the air.