Time passed minute by minute, the two people in the ring attacked each other, as time went by, Raymond's advantage gradually reflected, although Locke is also a high-level gold fighter, but obviously it has only been advanced for a long time, the strength is not very stable, and after a long time, it naturally leaked flaws, Raymond seized the opportunity to attack, and there have been several times when he almost attacked Locke's body, but fortunately, Locke was lucky, and all of them were saved from danger.

"Ahh

The plate axe made of stainless steel looks very heavy, and the cold steel breath emanates from the blade, the plate axe is a heavy weapon, and it looks like it complements each other in the hands of Locke, who is more than 1.9 meters tall.

Raymond saw Locke pick up the weapon, and slapped his backhand with one hand, and a silver spear popped out of the scabbard and fell into his hand, this gun is different from the ordinary knight's gun, the general standard cavalry gun in the Damnation Continent is made of that kind of hard pure steel, which is very suitable for cavalry charge, and the flexibility of Raymond's gun is very good, it seems that it should be specially built, and it has been transformed into a weapon that focuses on skill.

With a spear in hand, Raymond danced in the wind, whistling endlessly.

Locke clenched his hands and shouted, "Bah 1" his legs bent slightly, and jumped high into the air, mixed with the sound of the wind and the spit from the plosive sound, and slashed at Raymond with an axe.

Raymond staggered slightly, it didn't seem to be ready to take this hard, and at the same time, the silver spear cut out diagonally at a forty-five degree angle, just hitting the handle of the long-handled plate axe, Raymond took advantage of the momentum to press down, and the silver spear head turned into a little cold and slid towards Locke's hands holding the axe handle.

"Good!"

This move took advantage of the trend, it was natural, and it was necessary to save it, and it ushered in a burst of applause, it seems that Raymond not only relies on strength to suppress others, but also uses ingenuity to break the clumsiness.

Locke saw that his attack was easily defused, a little cold light slashed at his hands along the handle of the axe, and he was in danger, his hands decisively let go of the handle of the axe, and his body retreated beyond the range of Raymond's attack, and then a forward kick kicked on the handle of the long-handled battle axe, and the battle axe changed its trajectory and spun and smashed towards Raymond.

Raymond was clumsy at the beginning, so the move was not used, and when Locke retreated, he was already secretly careful, seeing that the tomahawk was kicked back by Locke, holding the root of the spear and lifting it gently, the axe handle and the barrel of the gun slammed together, making a crisp sound of "ding", and the tomahawk was knocked out.

Raymond didn't continue to wait this time, with a light shout, the spear glowed brightly, and the fighting spirit was surging, and because of the cheetah, which had been ready to attack, it was full of explosive power.

"Rainstorm Pear Flower Spear!"

Raymond shouted, and the spear in his hand danced into a silver dragon, and flew towards Locke with his teeth and claws, only to see that the spear was all over his body, like a pear blossom, and all over his body, like floating snow, mixed with the cyan fighting spirit that appeared and disappeared from time to time, and it was beautiful.

But at this moment, it is a little unbeautiful for Locke, because it is himself who is attacking, and at this moment his tomahawk has been taken off, and it is obviously impossible to use weapons to break the skillful resistance, and Locke, who is dancing with Raymond's marksmanship, is dazzled, and his eyes are full of cold eyes, and he can't see the number at all, and he is very frightened in his heart, so he has to keep retreating.

This retreat, he took seven steps back in a row, and with each step back, Locke felt a lot of pressure, as if his face was cut by the cold wind, and after seven steps, Locke stopped, because at this time Locke had retreated to the edge of the tournament ring, and if he went any further, he would fall off the ring, and falling off the ring according to the rules was equivalent to losing, so Locke had no way out.

People always choose to fight when there is no way out in the end, especially for a fierce person like Locke, seeing that there is no way to retreat behind him, Locke chooses to fight against the water.

Locke's retreating body stopped suddenly, his right hand clenched into a fist, due to excessive force, there was a crackling sound on the fist skull, and the entire right arm also became imposing due to the outbreak of fighting spirit.

"Lion Cannon Fist!Break me!!"

Locke yelled, his entire face contorted by the roar.

The golden fist slowly advanced in the shadows of the guns.

In the first second, Locke's sleeves burst instantly, like a stone weathered after a thousand years of wind and frost, turning into a little dust.

In the second second, Locke's entire arm oozed bright red blood, and the blood fell on Locke's face under the strong blowing of the strong wind, a little bit of bright red, making Locke look very terrifying at this time.

In the third second, Locke's fist wrapped in fighting spirit collided with Raymond's silver spear, and Raymond's heavy gun shadow turned into another one at this moment, and a little cold light of the spear head was in the center of Locke's fist.

The golden fighting qi on the fist and the cyan fighting qi on the tip of the spear were being consumed little by little, and in the end, it was finally the sharpness of the silver spear that was even better, gradually piercing the golden fighting qi and touching Locke's fist body.

"Whew!" Locke let out a cry of pain, and his stiff arm went limped from the intense pain.

The silver tip of the spear did not stop there, but continued to move forward.

Locke was helpless, so he had to roar unwillingly and jump out of the ring.

"Good !!"

The moment Locke jumped out of the ring, the entire arena was boiling, and many people watching were excited, after all, the first game was so exciting, especially the bloody scene that stimulated many people.

The people of the Holy Dragon Academy are also very happy, although it is difficult to win, but after all, it is a win, the first game is very crucial, Raymond's victory brings about an increase in the overall momentum of the Holy Dragon Academy.

Some people are happy, presumably some people are unhappy, Allen's eyes looked at the people of the Heavenly Punishment Academy, and the people of the Heavenly Punishment Academy naturally did not cheer, but they were not as depressed as they imagined, but their faces were more gloomy.

"The first game is over, the winner, the Holy Dragon Academy, Raymond. Dean Angus announced the results of the competition.

And Locke, who fell to the ground, was also annoyed when he heard the result of the game, and hammered his injured right arm, which made Locke grin.

There are several medical staff in each participating team, and these medical staff are brought by each team themselves, in order to treat the injured team members in the game, so after Locke landed, the medical staff of the Heavenly Punishment Academy quickly rushed up to bandage Locke's injured right arm.

And Raymond put away the silver gun and slowly walked off the stage, greeted Raymond with the shouts of heaven and earth and the cheers of everyone in the Holy Dragon Academy.

The winners gain everything, and the losers have nothing, this is the truth that Allen summed up after watching this game today.