The roaming gunner was taken aback by Zaknavan's attack pressure, and he hurriedly played his hole cards to counterattack, but his attack pattern had already been clearly grasped by the opponent.

After a few rounds, Zaknavan had the upper hand and clinged to the ranged foe.

Instead of unleashing a stormy attack like Midi, he steady, pressing on his opponent step by step, finally forcing his opponent into a corner and winning the final blow.

Is that how he proved it?

Midi thought to herself.

With the end of the second battle, the last two rankings have become clear.

Originally, there was still a battle between the fourth and fifth places, but since the Bloody Hand had already been slaughtered by Midi, the Roaming Gunner naturally became the fourth.

In the fifth place, the one with the highest number of points will be selected from the remaining slave fighters.

The top three will be decided between Midi, Zaknavan and Mason.

A new round of draws soon began.

"Zaknavan?" Midi frowned slightly.

Unexpectedly, the results of this second round of the draw came out, and Mason had another bye, still watching from the wall, while he had to have a battle with Zaknafan.

In a certain sense, this can be regarded as internal friction. After all, the two are destined to be partners.

Midi himself didn't care about rankings, but he didn't know what the other party thought.

In the final analysis, the two sides have only reached an intention to cooperate, and in fact, they have not even fought side by side, so of course they cannot understand it.

But soon, Zaknavan immediately expressed his attitude: "Let's have a good discussion, Midi, your strength is beyond doubt, but at least my strength still needs your approval." ”

This elite warrior from Tempest City had a stern look on his face.

Originally, it was he who proposed a cooperative construction to Midi.

At that time, although he also admired Midi, he only regarded the other party as his assistant after all.

It was only today, after Midi had proved his strength in force in a domineering way, that Zaknavi finally realized that he was not sure that he would be able to defeat such a Midi.

So, as soon as qiē is reversed.

It is no longer Zaknavan who chooses Midi, but Midi who chooses Zaknavan.

Although Midi himself did not expect this Cheng Dù at all, for Zaknavan, his self-esteem and sense of honor made him reluctant to take Midi's "free ride".

He had to prove himself, in front of Midi.

A real competition, this is his choice.

"Very nice building. Midi nodded, "Let's have a conversation." ”

Without any extra politeness, Zaknavan had already launched a rush attack.

His speed is extremely fast, his strength is also quite good, and in terms of balance, he is even more powerful than the bloody hand who has taken the blood dust elixir.

What's more, even though it was Zaknavan who needed to prove himself, he did not show the slightest impatience, on the contrary, he always attacked in an extremely steady manner.

However, this kind of Cheng dù alone is obviously not enough to enter Midi's eyes.

Moreover, as the founder of the "Falcon Regiment", Midi has his own way of looking at people.

Rather than letting the opponent show off his strength, Midi prefers to test the opponent with direct attacks.

In an instant, Midi suddenly turned into a light smoke.

Devil May Cry skill, ghost shadow flashing.

Zaknavan concentrated at this moment, for fear of being attacked from behind by Midi, and his movement became erratic.

It's just that he guessed wrong, Midi didn't do this to sneak up on him at all, on the contrary, to distance himself.

"Not good!" Zaknavan let out a soft exceasement.

At this moment, the distance between the two sides has reached dozens of meters away, and a layer of cold frost has condensed on the blades of Midi's twin swords.

Asura skills, Ice Blade Wave Sword.

Of course, because it was a sparring relationship, Midi did not make any volleys in frenzy, but carried out a combo that was much less costly.

Shot after shot of ice blades in a rhythmic manner from Midi's twin swords, and then pounced on Zaknavan .

Although Zaknavi dodged or shot down the blades again and again, the ground was still covered with a smooth layer of frost from the surging cold.

Not only that, but the dark elf even felt the sensations in his body becoming more and more numb, and the cold was seeping into his body in a flash, threatening to freeze his blood completely.

If this continues, it won't be long before Zaknavan falls into a state of slight frostbite, which greatly reduces his speed and strength.

In other words, Midi is fighting a war of attrition.

Is...... Planted......

Zaknavan smiled bitterly in his heart.

This human powerhouse, who crushed with strong brute force at first, then crushed with strong magical power, and then cut off the bloody hand sword with powerful sword skills, is now patiently playing a war of attrition with himself.

The point is, he actually has a whole set of attrition skills to play!

The haughty Dark Elves were completely convinced.

In his original vision, his steady and flawless fighting style should be able to form a certain amount of restraint against Midi's extremely aggressive fighting style.

Even if he can't compete with this monster in hard power in the end, at least in the competition, he should be able to have a certain upper hand.

But at this moment, when Zaknavi staggered through the icy hell created by Midi, he completely dispelled this unrealistic thought.

He just wished he could hold on a little longer.

Finally, after covering most of the ring in frost, Midi stopped the ranged attack and turned into a puff of smoke and headed for his opponent.

Until this moment, it was time for him to really make a move.

A dazzling array of sparks flew up, and in the bright sparks, the faces of Midi and Zaknavan intertwined.

Although he was too cold to fight, when it came time to start melee combat, Zaknavi was not ambiguous at all.

Although his movements have begun to stiffen and deform, the prediction and experience are still there.

As long as the defense range was narrowed and the amplitude of the movement was reduced, it also resisted Midi's attack - of course, provided that it was a sparring, and neither side used much force, but simply swords collided.

So, after a few rounds, Midi, who was originally determined to win, found that he was actually caught in a bitter battle.

And after the melee battle began, the frost around Zaknavan gradually thawed.

It seems that we have to do it again.

Thinking like this, Midi turned into a light smoke again and drifted away, and then, on the dual swords in his hands, the ice condensed again......

"Stop, stop, stop!" Zaknavan shouted at once, no longer caring about the honor of any warrior.

If there is another round, he will not be able to bear it.

This kind of feeling in the cold hell is not pleasant, especially when the person who created this ice hell is still looking at you in the outer circle, which makes people hate it.

Continuing to toss like this, Zaknavi felt that he would vomit blood if he couldn't do it.

"One round of sparring is enough!" Zaknavan continued, "what do you think?"

Although Midi still wants to go to the bottom again, but the other party has already said so, what else?

"No problem. Midi nodded very happily, and then showed a sunny smile, "Your strength is very strong, we will definitely become the best partner in the future, and then sweep the tarantula tribe!"

"Well, although I doubt that you are perfunctory to me, this bad feeling is still for the enemy to enjoy. Zaknavan said, and with great delight, he threw his sword at the ground outside the field.

This means to throw in the towel.

"The next roaming gunner named Mason is very strong, I'm no match for him, I hope you can win. Zaknavan patted Midi on the shoulder and stepped out of the ring.

In the second round of the championship, Midi won, Mason had a bye, and Zaknafan was eliminated.

Finally, it's time for the finals.

"Championship final, Midi vs. Mason. The referee shouted, causing a commotion

Looking at the tall and thin dark elf who walked up to the field, the silver twin spears pinned to his waist, and the spear hidden in his cloak that could snipe a kilometer away, Midi suddenly remembered the battle a few years ago.

And why isn't the other party like this?

"Midi Asrex ......" Mason pronounced Midi's name and surname with great clarity.

Unlike his compatriots, who have never been to the surface, Mason has not only been to the surface, but has also traveled through many human kingdoms as a member of the Bloodblade Thieves.

Mason thought he could establish a legend of the Dark Elves on the surface, but unfortunately, he met Midi.

And now, the enemy who had cut off his arms is right in front of him.

"It seems that I didn't recognize the wrong person, it was you who was in the Elven King's Court in the first place, right?" Midi confirmed.

"That's right. Mason nodded expressionlessly, "I didn't expect you, a human, to come to the Dark Realm. ”

"It's a long story, but first, to be clear, I didn't come down to chase you. Midi smiled wryly.

"Hmph, nonsense, who would chase down a defeated man who runs away like a reservoir dog?" Mason snorted, clearly not liking Midi's jokes.

This conversation seemed very natural between the two former enemies, and it could even be said that it was quite harmonious.

However, it caused an uproar again in the stands.

That Mason turned out to be Midi's defeated subordinate?

There was so much surprising news today that the Dark Elves were numb with shock.

You know, although this Mason is also a slave, he and Zaknavan are of the same nature, they are both elites from big cities, and they are wandering outside for some reason, which will be picked up by the tarantula tribe.

It's not so much that they're slaves, but that they owe the tarantula tribe their lives, so they have to contribute enough for it.

No one would really treat these two men as slaves.

With their skills, they will be able to qualify as tribal warriors in three or five months at most, and they will definitely be the best of the best.

But what about now?

One of the two was made difficult by Midi to move an inch, and finally had to take the initiative to stop.

And the other one is even stronger, and he even fought with Midi, and he was defeated by Midi's men!

For a moment, the members of the tarantula tribe had a dizzy feeling of "have humans unified the world?"