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His hand still gripped the tip of the hilt of the great axe, as if it were his lover.

The spikes in the center of the two axe blades sank deep into his chest.

Everyone in the council room watched this scene.

Surprise, doubt, sadness, mourning, a myriad of emotions are intertwined.

The winner of the duel, Grand Duke Piffett, was sweating profusely, and his hand holding the handle of the axe slowly slipped down.

As his body relaxed, he fell to his knees beside King Nunn, gasping violently.

With blank eyes and a heaving chest, Piffet seemed to have experienced a nightmare.

The eyes of the Grand Duke Auretheus, who were watching the battle, widened as he looked at the motionless king, and his complicated emotions turned into unspeakable sadness in that moment.

Grand Duke Ronnie looked sad.

Archduke Leco's brow seemed to be burdened with a thousand pounds.

Trudida shook her head, as if to express her disdain for the duel.

Tails lowered his head and stared blankly at the ground.

He didn't know what kind of expressions Nikolai and Putirai were behind him at this time.

Damn it.

How so.

He slowly clenched his fists.

King Nunn died here......

Who will control Longxiao City?

Who can control Longxiao City.

Who will control Longxiao City?

His mind turned into a mess.

Archduke Poffett, freed from the duel, half-knelt in front of the king's body, looking dazed.

Nunn.

Born King.

Nunn Walton.

The monarch who ruled Exeter for almost thirty years.

Already......

He's dead.

The young Grand Duke burst out laughing lowly.

"Hahaha......"

He looked up, and his laughter grew louder and more eerie, like a sick madman.

"Hahaha......"

Then, with a mad laugh, the young Grand Duke suddenly turned his head to look at the witness to the duel, the Priest of Hom, who represented the goddess of the bright moon.

"Hahahaha......"

His body shook with laughter.

The female priestess looked straight back at Pefit, and the pair of graceful eyebrows on her veil were calm.

Under the pair of eyes, Piffett felt an invisible pressure creeping in.

His smile faded.

The priest remained calm as usual, without any expression.

Parfit stopped smiling, his face slowly sinking, and he frowned in confusion.

Tails shook his head, desperately thinking about his future.

Right now.

Nicolai, the meteorite behind "I see......", suddenly let out a low voice.

The next moment, two huge collision sounds came from the field.

"Bang!

"Dang Chang!" followed by the clatter of metal falling to the ground!

Tails was agitated and sobered up from his thoughts.

At the same time, many people in the council hall exclaimed in disbelief!

Tails jerked his head up.

Then his eyes widened and his brow furrowed.

He saw the most incredible scene.

No way.

Stunned, Tails even forgot to breathe at that moment.

King Nunn, who should have been lying on the ground and dying, had when, had already wrestled himself from the ground!

He in turn knocked Pefit, face down, to the ground!

The great axe that had pierced the king's chest was falling at their feet, shaking to itself!

Like everyone else, Tails looked intently at the scene in front of him in confusion and puzzlement:

The old king of Exeter had a fierce expression and a fierce attitude, his left arm was wrapped in a ring, and he tightly clasped Pefit's right forearm from behind, and his right hand firmly pressed against the opponent's right upper arm, and his left knee pressed Pefit's back fiercely.

King Nunn locked Poffett's right arm and pinned him to the ground.

Tails shook his head unconsciously, his eyes wide open in disbelief.

How can it be......

That kind of injury......

Tails isn't the only one who thinks this way. The entire hall, from the Grand Duke to the vassals, from the servants to the guards, watched in shock at this incredible and incomprehensible reversal.

"No, you obviously ......" In severe pain, panic and fear, the Grand Duke of Pefit, whose right arm was locked and his head and face were crushed to the ground, tried to break free with all his might, and at the same time shouted in fear: "No, it can't be!"

He didn't believe that the king, who had been pierced through the chest by the tip of his axe a moment ago, stood up again in an instant, as if he were unscathed!

The old king's right chest, the front and back of his robe were soaked with blood, and he looked extremely terrible.

But at this moment, the injury was as if it did not exist, and it did not affect the king's movements at all.

It was as if King Nunn had just been pricked with a needle.

Tails turned his head suddenly, eagerly asking the only Extreme Master here: "How could it be ......?"

"Quiet!"

Nicolas interrupted him in a hurried tone.

The meteorite stared at the field, unwilling to let go of every detail: "After reading it...... It's not over yet!"

Putile, on the other hand, looked surprised and couldn't seem to accept the fact either.

"Impossible?" Nunn VII, who had come back from the dead, blushed, the king pressed down with his right hand, his left hand retracted, his muscles slowly exerting force and tightening in trembling, and began to use Piffett's elbow joint as a fulcrum to pry his locked forearm in reverse.

I saw the old king gritting his teeth and his face hideous: "On the battlefield, you'd better believe in the 'impossible'!"

As King Nunn gradually exerted his strength, Poffett's right arm, which was locked behind him, began to slowly deform!

His forearms moved frighteningly in the opposite direction to his elbows.

A clearly discernible sound of broken muscles resounded in the field.

"Ahhhhh

The Grand Duke's left arm was desperately stretched behind him, reaching out to the frenzied King Nunn, but he could only scoop through the air in vain, scratching in mid-air.

He couldn't break free from such a deadly lock.

"I killed you, I already killed you!" Pefitt screamed in pain as her neck rested against the floor, writhing in inhuman pain, "You're dead!"

"Is it," King Nunn, who had suppressed his opponent to the death, showed a fierce color mixed with hatred and madness, and his words were like a cold wind: "Maybe ......"

"Am I not dying completely enough?"

As he spoke, Nunn's hands continued to exert force, in an orderly manner.

In Pefit's forearm, the terrifying crackling and tearing sound continued to sound.

It sent a chill down the sleeve to Tails.

The young Grand Duke struggled frantically, out of reach of the enemy's left hand, which slapped the ground desperately.

But under the skillful and ruthless strangulation of King Nunn, all of Pefit's struggles were in vain, and the strength of his young body was completely useless.

He could only writhe frantically for the rest of the parts that could still move.

It's like a fish waiting to be slaughtered on a cutting board.

The next second.

"Smack!"

A crunch came from Peverett's arm!

Pefit's head was pressed to the ground, raised to the point that it couldn't be higher, his face twisted into a ball, tears already flowed uncontrollably, his mouth expanded to the limit in pain, and from it he screamed a crazy cry like never before: "Ahh

His right forearm, starting at the elbow joint, has been bent in reverse raw!

Under the severe pain, Piffet trembled against King Nunn's strength, and even lifted his chest an inch above the ground!

But Pefit's nightmare isn't over yet.

King Nunn's right hand, which was pressing the opponent's right upper arm, suddenly raised, and suddenly clenched his right hand into a fist, and slammed into the back of Pefit's head!

"Boom!"

Piffett's head was smashed back to the ground by the punch.

His forehead slammed against the floor tiles, making a dull dull sound.

But King Nunn didn't stop, he let go of Pefit's already abolished right arm, and with a stretch of his right hand, he grabbed the opponent's left arm!

Then in the same position, but with a switch between the left and right, the right hand clasped the forearm, and the left hand pressed the upper arm, locking Poffett's only remaining left arm.

King Nunn took a deep breath and continued to exert himself.

Poffett recovered from a brief moment of vertigo.

Panic hit him in an instant.

Feeling the constant sharp pain and numbness in his right arm, and the touch of his only intact left arm being tightly locked, the young Grand Duke realized something, and he turned his head in despair.

"Why?" Tears of pain fell from Pefit's face, and he asked his opponent unwillingly.

King Nunn stared into his eyes and sneered contentedly.

"On the battlefield, the wound through the chest is fatal, and most of the wounded have to leave their lives to luck," the king stared at his enemy like a falcon, like a rabbit, "piercing the chest, especially if it were piercing." ”

King Nunn's arm continued to strain, and the words in his mouth did not stop, exuding a chilling coldness:

"Your lungs become a bellows, and breathing becomes harder than lifting your hands...... With each hard inhale, you can even feel the hissing of air moving in and out of your lungs from the wound, and you will start to cough, then the more you cough, the more you cough, the more you breathe, the more you breathe, the more painful, the more painful it is, the breath will become smaller, more painful, and harder. ”

"Blood will also slowly soak into your lungs, and then keep coming out of your throat, mouth, and nose as you breathe and cough...... In the severe pain and tightness in the chest, you will feel extremely heavy in your chest, and then slowly numb, and your strength and consciousness will leave you. ”

"If it's accompanied by a broken rib, then congratulations, the small fragments of bone can turn into the most terrible torturer...... Penetrate deep into your muscles, rub your tissues, puncture your veins, and torture your spirit and body in pain and soreness until you surrender to death and reach out to the ferryman of the Hellriver. ”

"Even if the wound is plugged in time and the bleeding from the outside is stopped, it will not help...... You cough up more and more blood, then cough up less and less until you die...... If you are lucky, it will be over in a few minutes, and if you are unlucky, you will even wail until midnight, accompanied by a terrible high fever and cold sweat, and leave in agony in hallucinations. ”

"On the battlefield, I have seen too many tragedies like this. ”

Pefit's eyes widened, and cold sweat of pain continued to ooze from his forehead.

The king smiled, and his words shifted:

"But ......"

King Nunn put his head close to Pefit's ear and said fiercely:

"You know, there is a range in the human chest...... Not the whole chest is where the ribcage is located......"

"If the piercing area does not injure your ribcage and avoids the fatal artery, such as just the muscle between the right shoulder and the right chest, it goes forward and backward and goes through...... Perfectly rubbed over the ribcage and bones......"

"Then use the power of the end to expand the muscles of the wound and stop the bleeding ......"

"How...... Probably ......" Peverett gritted her teeth, her face bruised, and she glared desperately at King Nunn behind her.

"I said it, little brat," the Terminator surged into King Nunn's arms, and he laughed contentedly, "On the battlefield, you'd better believe in the impossible." ”

Finally, a chilling crisp sound, accompanied by Pefit's screams, reached everyone's ears again.

"Wook!"

Pefett writhed frantically on the ground, howling out his pain and despair.

His only arm was bent by King Nunn.

The young Grand Duke has lost both hands.

After a few seconds, Piffett's struggles and screams began to diminish as she twitched and moaned in desolation.

Several Grand Dukes looked at the scene in disbelief.

"What does that mean?" said Archduke Trudeda, trying to regulate his breathing.

It was Archduke Ronnie, who had not spoken for a long time, who answered him, only to hear the latter say coldly: "It means the end." ”

Tails watched dumbfounded, as the King completed a counterattack in an instant.

Fast, violent, effective, once and for all counterattacks.

He didn't even have time to see how the king's reversal began.

"Your Majesty was lying on the ground, and then pierced by the tip of an axe," Nicolai sighed behind him: "Whether it is us or Pefeit, we only know that Your Majesty was pierced in the chest, but we can't see the location of the back at all...... There was no way to tell if it was a fatal wound or not. ”

And that's exactly what the king calculated. ”

Calculated?

Tails stared at King Nunn's chest, especially the blood-soaked area to the right.

King Nun gasped, shook off his enemy's dysfunctional arm, and stood up.

At that moment, Tails felt that this formidable figure was incomparably tall.

King Nunn looked around the halls.

He was greeted with different eyes and breaths, ranging from excitement and surprise to doubt.

"Wine!"

King Nunn suddenly roared with a loud voice: "Rye alcohol spirits!"

Tails was stunned.

"The fiercest kind!"

There were servants and guards in charge, and they looked hesitantly at the main priest of the Haoyue Temple, as well as several grand dukes.

But the priest remained unmoved, and the Grand Dukes just stared at the king with stunned faces.

Pefit on the ground stopped moaning, and he shook his head back, looking at his opponent with a look of despair and numbness.

"All right!" roared King Nunn impatiently, "I will not suffocate him with a wine glass!"

"He's sorry, bring me the wine!"

"In the name of the king!"

Lord Michael, the king's officer, sighed and waved his hand, satisfying the king's privilege.

A barrel full of rye wine was quickly carried to the field.

King Nunn grabbed the iron wine cup that had been brought to him, lifted the lid of the barrel, scooped up the glass, and threw it into his mouth.

The drink oozed from the corners of his mouth and flowed over the short beard bush of the king from his chin to his neck.

The old king drained the liquor from his glass in one gulp, wiped his chin with pleasure, and scooped up another glass of wine.

This time, King Nunn jerked off his right shoulder, revealing his old but still solid muscles.

There, the wound that had just been pierced by the tip of the axe was visible, one on the front chest and one on the back, but they all deviated from the center of the chest and even close to the shoulder.

The wounds have been filled with the compression of the muscles.

King Nunn gritted his teeth and raised his glass, pouring it over his wounds!

The muscles in his right shoulder trembled under the pouring of the liquor.

But King Nunn's face was as cold and indifferent as ever.

It wasn't as if it wasn't the liquor that had soaked his wounds.

Everyone in the hall watched in silence.

No one interrupted him.

On the ground beside him, Grand Duke Piffett, whose arms were folded, roared in a low voice, once again revealing unwilling resentment in his eyes.

He lifted his upper body with his head and tried to get up with the help of his knees.

He was greeted by King Nunn's merciless kick on the Grand Duke's back, stomping Pefit back to the ground.

Piffet let out a groan of pain, then a groan that turned into an unwilling roar.

"No, how did you do that......" The young archduke stared at King Nunn with a gloomy face, as if he wanted to dig a piece of flesh from him.

"You think you can pierce my chest with the tip of an axe so easily?" said King Nunn, who took another glass of wine and drank it down, "Little brat, I led you to stab me!"

"My strength is not as good as yours, and my endurance is not as good as yours, and in the fight of the giant axe, I will be defeated sooner or later," King Nunn stepped on Pefit's back and snorted at him disdainfully: "But even if you are a master of the Extreme Realm, once you relax......"

King Nunn's eyes lit up:

"It's useless. ”

Piffett's eyes widened, and he pressed his face to the ground, his lips trembling, and he let out an inexplicable roar again.

Full of desolation and pain.

"A word of advice, don't let up until you break your enemy's neck," King Nunn exhaled slowly, feeling his exhaustion and fatigue, and his tone was cold, "This is the most valuable experience we have gained in thousands of years in the bloody hell of orcs. ”

King Nunn threw up his head again and drank the third cup of wine.

"This is what is often said in the army, the so-called fighting instinct of a warrior?" asked Putile, who was behind Tails, faintly.

"Instinct?" He was answered by a sneer from Nicolai the Starfall, "It's a tactic. From beginning to end, the duel was in the calculation and rhythm of His Majesty, following the pace he had arranged. ”

Putile looked puzzled.

"From the very beginning, Your Majesty lured Pefit to assassinate him with the tip of his axe, not with the blade of the axe," the Meteorite folded his arms, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes: "Your Majesty seems to be wielding an axe to defend passively, unable to fight back, and ...... step by step"

"In fact, after each blow they fought, the distance between the two of them was imperceptibly a little closer, until at last when His Majesty fell, and the distance between him and Pefit was even so close that the latter was no longer allowed to chop with the blade of an axe. ”

Tails' heart moved, looking at the distance between the two people in the field, and the position of the two giant axes.

"Pefit, he was guided by His Majesty to end the battle with a stab from the tip of an axe. The leader of the White Guards replied lightly:

His Majesty lay on the ground, controlling the other's axe with both hands, piercing into the muscular space between his chest and shoulder blades...... It was an injury of His Majesty's own making, and it would bring terrible pain, but it was by no means a fatal blow. ”

Tails took a deep breath and looked at King Nunn in the field.

Old spicy hunter, huh.

"All that's left to do is to wait for the opponent who has been provoked crazy by words to think that he has won the duel," Putile said in an emotional tone, complementing the Meteorite's answer, "and then seize the opportunity to launch a decisive counterattack with a flaw that can completely restrain the advantage of Pefit's stamina and strength." ”

"I hope you will carefully watch this rare duel and benefit from it, Your Highness. The prince's lieutenant said lightly to his prince.

Tails could only shake his head slowly.

"Pefit claims to have learned from his grandfather about His Majesty's way of fighting, but he doesn't know anything at all," Nicolai's pale face flickered in the firelight, "This is the real 'ferocious counterattack, one blow to defeat the enemy.'" ’”

"Impressed. The Marquis of Commas exclaimed, "You are not surprised by this, are you?" ”

Nicolai nodded slowly: "Yes, every step of Pefitt is expected by His Majesty. ”

"On the western front of the stars, there is such a saying," Putile sighed, "even a dying veteran on the battlefield is ten thousand times stronger than a new soldier with infinite strength." ”

"A veteran meets a rookie," the captain of the king's guard snorted softly, "the result of this duel is ...... from the beginning"

"It's doomed. (To be continued.) )