That was the last strength of the badly wounded lion!

From the tragic and angry expression on Owu's face, it was clear that he was ready to give his life. He wants to use sacrifice to make up for the catastrophe caused by his recklessness, and he wants to use this last effort to get Qi Lang out of danger safely!

Qi Lang had to admit that at this moment, he was moved by that stupid guy. It is true that Owu was once full of hostility towards himself, and his violent temper was a bastard, but he was a fierce warrior, and his affection was on full display at this life-and-death juncture. However, the opportunity to get out in exchange for Aowu's desperate fight was given up by Qi Lang, he still pounced, the short sword in his hand slashed down in the air, and at the same time shouted: "Don't come nonsense, Aowu!"

Startled by O'U's bear hug, Sirio began to irritable again when he realized that his bare, shiny black legs had been stained with O'U's blood. "Get out of here, you filthy thing!" he slashed Qi Lang into the air again, and at the same time pulled out his right leg as if he were ruthless, kicking it hard.

Ou Wu gritted his teeth and held on, his hands pinching Cirio's ankles like pincers, allowing his thick legs, which were as hard as iron rods, to smash into his chest. He began to vomit blood, and the sword wound on his chest completely burst open, and the blood shot out one by one like a bloody arrow, accompanied by the rhythm of Sirio's kicks!

"Get out of the way, Owu!" Qi Lang pounced again, picking up his short sword with all his might. This time, the extreme anger completely stimulated the energy contained in his body, and the short sword began to shine, amazingly bright, until finally, a sword qi erupted from the tip of the sword!

It seems that Qi Lang's ability has improved to a certain extent, and it is estimated that he will soon reach the standard of being promoted to the martial artist level.

But even so, Sirio's strength still surpasses him by too much. Qi Lang's sword still had no ability to change the situation, and the incomparably powerful sword came again, and this time Sirio used a little more strength, and the violent sword qi actually rolled Qi Lang and flew to the other side.

"It's just so much fun. Sirio laughed as he continued his mistreatment of Owu, "You are all very courageous and qualified to be part of my Cirio's collection. Honor, Meatball's Head?"

Finally he couldn't hold it anymore, and he was thrown out and fell to the ground, with only enough strength left for him to widen his eyes angrily.

Qi Lang is no better. His robes had been shattered into pieces of cloth, and the whole was a crimson color stained with blood. He stood panting, his eyes still burning with fighting spirit, but in reality, the short sword that had been so unusually easy to hold was too heavy to lift to his chest.

At this time, Iglu's voice sounded in Qi Lang's mind again: "Ou has passed the test, he is trustworthy. He waited so long and made Qi Lang suffer so much, it turned out that it was just to determine Aowu's character. He's such a fucking bastard like never before!

"Now, I can tell you about my plans. Igru ignored the angry curses in Qi Lang's head, and his voice returned to its usual calm and composure—it was the calm that the wolf had inherent before the attack, and it seemed that he was ready for battle, "I will launch a surprise attack on him while he is not looking." I could hold him off for a while, I could see it, and it was just a minute. That's enough time, enough time for you to get that sword, see? It's about five meters to the left. I need you to do everything in your power to conquer it, even if it's just a second, and we'll have a chance to cut off his ugly head!"

Qi Lang was very skeptical about the feasibility of this plan. He didn't doubt Igru's fighting ability, but he doubted that it would be possible for him to conquer that sword of honor. You know, even Gu Yi's honor was not recognized by the sword, and he was still the future king of the Otto Empire, how could he, a nobody, conquer that holy artifact in comparison?

"But......" Just as Qi Lang wanted to discuss the tactical details with Iglu again, Sirio had already walked over to him. He was about to finish the game - Ou shouldn't have been so reckless in soiling his legs, and it looked like he was eager to take a cold shower and clean the blood off his body as soon as possible.

"Don't do it, believe in yourself, you can do it!" said Igru, and Qi Lang felt as if he was curled up in his head, as if he was about to leap out.

Qi Lang immediately calmed down. At this critical moment, he must strengthen his confidence, not give in, and not shrink back! That is the sword of honor, and it values the honor of its owner, but honor does not belong to all the glory that has happened in the past, but to the future, and to all possibilities in the future! Qi Lang began to firmly believe that he would create an unprecedented great glory, and that was the source of his confidence in conquering the sword of honor!

"Come on, Sirio, I've seen what happened to you!" Qi Lang said to himself secretly.

At this moment, Qi Lang's state had taken an astonishing turn, and he had become refreshed and confident.

Sirio noticed the change in Qi Lang, and he was stunned for a moment, but remembering his opponent's cunning performance in the cave, he guessed that it must have been another escape plan that came out of that little head.

He laughed wildly: "I remember, thanks to that idiot's reminder, I remember." You're pretty good at running, you seem to be faster than our rabbit Buggy. Boy, I can't tolerate my collection getting away right under my nose, so bear with the pain!"

Sirio has struck!

In order to ensure the integrity of the collection, he did not attack with the blade this time, but mercifully changed the back of the knife.

This blow came extremely quickly, although Qi Lang had already made full preparations for the battle, but seeing that the bright long knife was about to hit his right leg, he didn't have time to take out the sword to block.

"Bah!" Qi Lang was stabbed and fell out at once. However, just as he fell, a cloud of white light suddenly flashed out of him!

That's Igru! He chose this moment to attack Cirio!

The tiger's head Baji was caught off guard, and was grabbed by the sharp wolf claws in the chest, and the four or five pieces of steel on the armor fell off at once, revealing the sturdy tiger body. There was a deep wound on his chest, crimson blood staining the yellow and black fur.

"You actually broke through the level limit and owned a beast pet?!" Compared with the injuries he suffered, Sirio was even more shocked that Qi Lang actually hid such a backhand, "What level of warrior are you, how is this possible?!"

Ou Wu, who fell to the ground, was even more surprised, of course he knew the rules of owning a beast pet: in this world, only a genius-level warrior has the opportunity to find a partner in his fate, but that chance is quite slim, only about five or six percent, and to fuse the beast pet into the spirit, that warrior must reach the level of martial artist or above, otherwise his mind will be very likely to be controlled by the beast pet.

Of course, there are exceptions to everything, and there are also some warriors who are said to have fused with the beast pet early on, but they generally have a name called "Creden", which is the legendary devil's follower, which is an ominous omen!

Could it be that this person in front of him is a believer in the devil?!

Owu immediately dismissed his own opinion—it was impossible! Qi Lang was indeed special, he was as mysterious as an enigma, his abilities were extraordinary, and sometimes he was scheming...... But compared to the devil, he is kinder and more righteous, and he will never be one of Credon! If there is a reasonable explanation for all this, he would rather believe that he is a messenger of the Holy Spirit, sent by heaven to save the world!

However, no one had time to pay attention to Owu's speculation, and Iglu was already entangled with Sirio. Indeed, as the snow wolf had analyzed in advance, his strength was still a cut behind that tiger-headed Baji, and although the sudden attack gave him the upper hand, he was obviously inferior in strength, and the initiative was quickly relinquished.

Sirio was now thundering, and he didn't leave the slightest emotion, the long knife wheel whirred, and the dazzling knife qi flew all over the sky. In the midst of the retreat, Igro couldn't stop roaring—Qi Lang could hear it clearly, the snow wolf was reminding him to conquer the sword of honor, his time was running out!

Qi Lang is already doing that!

He fell right next to the Sword of Honor, and with a single stretch of his hand he could pull it out of its ancient scabbard. Come on, let's see who wins and who loses! Qi Lang exerted all his strength, and at the same time filled his chest with the belief that he would win. Finally, he grabbed the sword!

A huge energy came from the hilt of the sword, with a complete sense of repulsion, as if it was testing Qi Lang's confidence and determination. But no problem, Qi Lang has already prepared!

The sword began to glow, and even the tightly wrapped scabbard could not suppress the sky-high light.

"Bang!"

Qi Lang succeeded, he conquered the Sword of Honor! That sword no longer had any sense of oppression in his hand, and even the weight was just right, as if it was originally a long sword tailor-made for Qi Lang. At this life-and-death juncture, he successfully proved his courage and determination to the sword, and next, Qi Lang will use this sword of honor to slash all the evil forces in this world!

The light emitted by the Sword of Honor was already shaking Cirio's eyes. The opportunity is here! Qi Lang jumped up, the sword light in his hand turned into a rainbow, and slashed towards the tiger's head, Baji!

"When!" Sirio's long knife broke in two, and the blade of the Sword of Honor slashed his throat like lightning!

(End of Volume 2)