"Hua!" The chain armor on Gu Yi's chest was opened by Qi Lang, and the arrogant crown prince fell sideways, rolling on the ground for more than a dozen laps before he narrowly saved his life.

This sudden attack made Gu Yi break out in a cold sweat, he was completely paralyzed by Qi Lang's only defense and no attack, he didn't expect this sword to come so quickly. And what surprised him even more was that Qi Lang's sword seemed to have the secret of attacking the enemy's weaknesses with his own strengths, which was the essence of battle that Frost had repeatedly emphasized when teaching swordsmanship.

Gu Yi jumped to his feet and danced the sword in his hand into a cloud of silver light again. At this time, he was full of energy, and he no longer dared to have the slightest contempt, and the momentum of the original onslaught also slowed down. But Qi Lang has now figured out the trick and has begun to use his nimble legs and feet to start maneuvering with Gu Yi.

As a result, the contest between the two finally reached an evenly matched stalemate. Gouie's original advantage is no longer obvious. Under Qi Lang's hand-to-hand tactics, the Cullinan Sword, which was more than one meter long, was even a little awkward at times, and the swordsmanship that had been tempered for thousands of years was also completely seen through by Qi Lang, and Qi Lang's blocking counterattack also became completely subconscious. It's as if one person has been split into two parts and is training with the same techniques.

Sirio had been watching quietly by the side. The tiger face looked all indifferent, as if he thought that the strength of these two young masters was not worth mentioning at all, and he occasionally opened that large mouth, revealing his long, somewhat yellowish fangs, and yawned a few times. He must have thought that the fight was too boring to get him interested.

In Cirio's heart, he had long believed that Gu Yi would win this battle, because he knew Gu Yi's combat level very well, after all, he was King Billy's own nephew, and the best swordsmen in the entire Otto Empire had taught him a few tricks, with such a large and high-quality educational resources, when he fought against fighters of the same level, his advantage would naturally be extremely obvious.

And when Guy unexpectedly made a few cuts on Qi Lang, Sirio even thought in his heart what kind of praise he should offer—the haughty boy was a key figure, and if he could be coaxed to his heart's content, Master Rebens's plan would have a better chance of success.

But when he noticed that the blood flowing from Qi Lang's body always flickered in exchange for the red light on his chest, and the wounds on his body seemed to heal in a short time, Sirio began to feel a little strange in his heart.

"That yellow-skinned fleshy head doesn't seem to be simple. Sirio muttered to himself, "His physique is different from that of ordinary people, and it is obviously the self-healing ability that only high-level wild animals can have." Of course, he is only a high-level warrior, and it is impossible for him to have his own beast pet, which means that he is very likely to be a half-blood warrior, a hybrid of Badge and humans!"

Anyone must admit that Cirio's assertion is indeed extraordinarily imaginative, because no matter what angle you look at Qi Lang, you can't see the slightest shadow of him - his face is different from that of the white race, but his facial features are all human, he is not more than two and a half meters tall, which is the average height of Badji, and he is now full of sweat, but if you look closely, he has never been in a fight and poured urine on his legs.

Cirio made this argument because he trusted his own experience too much, and he never thought that there were many things that did not conform to the norm in this world. It's like Qi Lang owns Igru, it's an unknown secret, and this secret that only belongs to him and the snow wolf is also an important reason why Qi Lang has the courage to face such a tough challenge.

In fact, during the battle with Goui, Iglu had been secretly giving him advice in Qi Lang's mind. Part of the reason why Qi Lang decided to adopt the method of close combat was also due to Iglu's advice. Igru was a natural fighter who found victory in hand-to-hand combat, and he never had a weapon other than claws and teeth to use to kill his enemies.

Like Sirio, Owu, who had been lying on the ground to recuperate, was also surprised by Qi Lang's performance. He had been in a coma for too long, missing a lot of important information, and he didn't expect that in less than a day of separation, Qi Lang had actually been promoted to become a high-level warrior.

And judging from Qi Lang's swordsmanship, his skills are indeed extraordinary, although it is not the set of tactics that Quill requires, but it is very effective in actual combat. Ou Wu thought about it, he figured it out a little, it seems that he really didn't suffer at all when he lost to Qi Lang in those several competitions without exception, he was a genius warrior!

Ou Wu can guarantee that at this moment, for the first time in his life, he really stood on Qi Lang's side, sincerely cheering for him from the bottom of his heart. At the same time, he was starting to feel annoyed by his previous behavior - thanks to his thick fist that had never hit Qi Lang's nose accurately, otherwise it would have been difficult for his lovely roommate to breathe well in the heat of battle.

While Sirio and Owu were carrying out their respective mental activities, the situation on the field changed again. The advantage had completely shifted to Qi Lang's side - they began to fight in close quarters! They grabbed each other's wrists, and in the ferocious battle, both swords were thrown to the ground.

What was even more thrilling was that they scuffled! Like two young children who had just had a quarrel, they fell together, rolled on the ground, and punched and kicked each other!

Owu began to believe that Qi Lang would emerge victorious. Au'U had that experience, and he knew Qi Lang's level of close combat, and he still remembers the fight at the opera house vividly. He knew how hard Qi Lang's fist was, and his nasal septum was still slightly to the right, which was completely the result of Qi Lang's punch.

It seems that Qi Lang's victory is in sight!

Compared with Ouwu's optimism, Qi Lang knows where his difficulties lie. Gu Yi's strength is not small, and his melee level is not bad, it is estimated that he must have been guided by a special person, and he also has good combat ability in hand-to-hand combat, his knees and elbows seem to be used more skillfully, Qi Lang's abdomen and neck have been hit a few times, and the pain is so painful that he almost faints.

Luckily, Gu Yi had probably rarely gained such experience in actual combat, so he didn't take advantage of his strength, and Qi Lang was sure that if he and Gu Yi exchanged strength, he would be able to hold his opponent firmly under him, and then greet him with a raindrop of fists on the forehead and chin.

If you count it seriously, Qi Lang did take a small advantage in hand-to-hand combat. It was a bargain of experience, for during the three years he lived in the slave camp, Qi Lang had experienced several similar hand-to-hand fights—the bored guards would always stir up disputes between slaves, and after dinner, pick out a few people to fight dogs. The young and silent Qi Lang won that honor a few times, and although he never actually won a battle, those valuable fighting experiences were preserved.

Gouie's eyes were already blue. In the first fifteen years of his life, no battle had ever been so awkward, and no other battle had left him with such embarrassing injuries. He has always been naïve to believe that warriors are noble and elegant, and that the way of fighting should be exactly the same. A fight like the one at the moment, it's just a nonsense. But at this moment, even if he protests, his opponent's fists will not stop, and all he can do is continue to entangle, either knocking his opponent to the point of losing his ability to resist, or being knocked to the ground by his opponent's fists.

Qi Lang's tenacity played a huge role at this time. He could endure unimaginable pain, and even if a thousand daggers were stuck in his chest, he would persevere, using all the means at his disposal to deal a heavy blow to his opponent. His fists were harder and harder, and while Gouy's hands gripped his arms like pincers, he was sure to make his opponent's face swollen at every chance.

Sirio finally showed a happy expression. He was familiar with this style of play, which was quite common among bhajis, and was a widely accepted sport called "punya", which translates to "beast fighting" in barbarian language. Of course, this kind of beast fighting is usually a team of three bucks, and the format and venue of the game also have special requirements. But no matter what, being able to see two meat ball heads performing Ponya in a foreign country still felt unusually kind.

Excitement to excitement though, Cirio expressed a clear concern for the side he nominally supported, and he even felt that he should break the silence on the sidelines and want to say something about Gouie. For in his opinion, the way of human fighting is so stupid that the only weapons used are fists and knees, and in such a situation, the solution of the orcs is undoubtedly more effective - with teeth!

However, Sirio soon began to be surprised, as he discovered that the yellow-skinned party member had guessed his mind and applied his teeth to the battle before he could.

"Ahh

Gu Yi screamed, pushed Qi Lang away, covered his ears and rolled to the side, blood flowing down the gap between his fingers! Gu Yi stood up with a pale face, and carefully touched it with his hand--it's over, his ears were gone!

"Poof!"

Qi Lang spat out the bloody mess and stood up straight to look at Gu Yi. At this moment, Qi Lang's eyes became as ferocious as a wolf!