Smack

The crisp sound of weapons dropping sounded in the Hall of Knights of the Card World, and no one imagined that such a strange picture would appear.

What's going on? Performance?

"Olaf, which belly did you toss in yesterday. ”

"Olaf, you stupid can't even hold on to your weapons, it's a shame for us lion-people. ”

"Tsk, mad knight, that's crazy. ”

Olaf listened to the ridicule from the audience, and his face turned the color of pig liver. But he knew his own affairs, and Joshua concentrated his arms at the last moment, so that he had a clear grasp of the battle situation and a control of the timing.

Why, exactly?

Olaf's eyes suddenly lit up, the rhythm was the rhythm, the rhythm of the entire battle was under Joshua's control, even, where he moved, how far he moved. Even the timing of his own attack was calculated clearly. Although Olaf is a hot-blooded man, a knight without brains is always cannon fodder on the battlefield. Apparently Olaf, known as the Mad Knight, is not a fool, and it can only be said that Joshua's sense of smell for battle is too acute, and it is really terrifyingly rhythmic.

In the audience, a young man in purple knight's armor elegantly held red wine and said to the card world warrior in front of him: "It's really terrifying battle intuition, although Olaf's powerful strength is in a state of crushing, but Olaf's every step is in that young man's calculations." ”

"Rhythm?"

"Yes, it's the rhythm, from the beginning in the center of the martial arts arena, the edge of the walking alley is to follow the rhythm of this young man who is not wearing knight armor. But I guess the victory must be Olaf's, after all, the gap in strength is too big, as a mad knight, Olaf is not in vain, once it breaks out, the destructive power is not comparable to this thin boy who doesn't even have armor. Another young man in silver knight's armor had a relaxed smile on his face, and he slowly shook the red wine elegantly.

"I don't think so, the card world is full of unyielding warriors, even in the face of the most dangerous battles will not back down, even if there is a glimmer of victory, we will fight strongly. What's more, have you noticed that the young man who is not wearing armor has not even had a trace of disorder in his breath since the battle, and his fighting qi is only running in his body, not even being released outside, this is by no means all his strength. The knights who can come to the knights' hall are fools, so let's see. The young card world powerhouse rolled his eyes and said angrily.

"Oh? I said Bigat, you are also known as one of the top ten young knights in the card world, Barrier Knight Bigat, do you use it to defend your friend Olaf like this?

"Hell, Sakya, how the hell are you in your brain, it's so treacherous, heaven and earth, why don't you rob it, okay, I'll make a bet with you, and I'll see who pays the bills later. ”

......

Olaf gradually regained his senses, and he had just followed Joshua's rhythm in a way that made him feel unusually awkward all over his body, and now he finally didn't feel like this.

Let's fight.

Olaf, who had regained his senses, was even more violent, and the momentum of opening and closing was even more violent, and he finally got rid of the rhythm that made people restrained, although the rhythm of the battle without the young man in knight's armor in front of him was very terrifying, but who was he? Olaf, the mad knight, the mad knight is not in vain, and any skill and strategy will still disappear in the face of great strength. And he is not wearing armor, so he must not be able to withstand his violent attacks.

Hatching ants regrets the tree, in vain. Joshua's face was still so calm, and it seemed that the boat would capsize at any moment under Olaf's furious attack.

Joshua bowed his head and muttered to himself, originally wanting to defeat the other party with his body and rhythm, but it seemed that he still underestimated the other party.

Olaf, the mad knight, it's really good. Facing the knight who was going all out in front of him, Joshua smiled, this is the battle he wants. If a knight can't even break free from the rhythm laid down by himself, then what qualifies him to fight.

Who I am, Joshua, the holder of the Holy Sword Shard, I have pride, and I will prove myself on the continent of Gaia with the perfect Holy Sword and my Knights. Olaf, you are a true knight and deserve my full strength.

Joshua stomped his feet on the ground and flew back several meters from the battle. Looking at the still tyrannical Olaf, a signature smile hung on the corner of his mouth. The fighting energy of the whole body was slowly transported out, the fists were dyed with a pale silver halo, and the muscles of the whole body were beating diffusely, bursting out with huge power.

Blowing-up spirit.

A real big open and a big close. The shard of the holy sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

Sigh softly-

Knight's Fighting Spirit: Holy Light Cross Slash

Joshua changed his dodge just now, and the sky of vindictive energy covered Olaf's surroundings. The standard textbook-like cross slash struck out with a bang. The left hand is not slow, grabbing the gap around his cross slash, and punching out fiercely.

What is this? Olaf's eyes froze, and he could clearly feel the tremendous destructive power contained in this punch, the double axes had been dropped, and he could only rely on the strength of his flesh. No one could have imagined that a fist hitting the flesh would make such a loud muffled sound. You can't hide, and there's nowhere to hide. What kind of talent is this? What kind of skill is this?

The moment the fist struck Olaf, Olaf had this thought in his mind. What is this powerful fist?

bang

The final punch landed on Olaf's body, and Olaf's eyes had withdrawn from their frenzied state, revealing the normal whites of their eyes. The sturdy body is covered with fist marks.

Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and he understood that he had been defeated, and he had been defeated so completely. Lost in a hard-fought battle to a young knight who didn't even wear armor.

Berserker Olaf, what a mocking title.

But is it a pity? a pity? No, it was a bloody battle between knights. It is my pride to lose to such a knight.

The knight will never run away and will never leave his back to the enemy. They are the pride of the Red Mongolian Empire, and would rather die on the way to the charge than live in humiliation.

This is the knight, the dignity of a knight.

Knight's glory.

Olaf withdrew from the Knights of the Card World, and when he was defeated and died, his sturdy body still stood tall in the field.

This is the insistence of the knights.

Honor, propriety, humility, fortitude, loyalty, pride, piety......

Joshua felt that he was ignited, and he couldn't let his persistence fall down even if he died, what a hot-blooded knight, salute the knight.

Swing your right fist violently and hammer yourself in the chest.

Knight Glory.

Joshua really felt what the real card world is, the people here are flesh and blood, and this is the holy place of true knights.

I'm proud, I'm proud.

The scene was completely ignited, and the people cheered loudly, is there anything worth paying attention to the victory or defeat at this moment? They saw a bloody battle, a battle that belonged to the knights. They see faith. Knight's Faith.

Olaf, the emaciated young knights are all good.

Countless knights under the stands are roaring, and only in this way can they vent their inner excitement.

The young female knight was crying, leaning on the people she didn't know, and venting to her heart's content.

From Joshua's words, I am a knight, and a knight is never afraid of death. We were so determined to become stronger. And time has smoothed our edges and corners, from the excitement of stepping into the knight's hall at the beginning, to the numbness of forgetting the original intention of the knight's hall in the card world. We seem to have forgotten the initial impression of coming here. Every time we see a fight, we roar and we roar with excitement.

Yes, what does it always feel like is missing?

Faith, the faith of the knights.

At the moment, we can't express it, we can only say one word.

The knight's blood is not cold......