I have to admit that Richard's reaction was sharp enough, and the two brothers had just joined up when they felt hit by a wall in the face.

Although the brothers cooperate tacitly, this does not mean that their respective strengths have really improved.

Wesley chose to use his strength to force his opponent to confront their stronger overall strength.

The first savage collision, the two brothers took half a step back.

In the second savage charge, the two brothers took three steps back, and the younger brother Tucker stumbled on his feet.

In a third savage charge, the stacked shields finally took advantage of the flaws left by Tucker to break their stubborn resistance and insert themselves between the two brothers.

At this point, the Bruno brothers were officially split in two and forced to fight separately.

Following the tactics laid out in advance, Wesley pounced on his weaker brother Tucker, while Phelps was tasked with pinning down his brother Richard, who was in the middle of his ranks.

We all know the truth of the horse race, and Wesley is taking advantage of the greater difference in strength between him and Tucker to try to quickly solve the opponent and then return to Horps.

Without the command and cooperation of his elder brother, the strength of his younger brother Tucker plummeted by a step, and after a few moves, he fell into obvious passivity, and was forced to retreat by Wesley, and the distance from his brother became farther and farther away.

Richard was in a hurry, and launched a frantic attack on Horps in a burst, and approached his brother step by step.

At Green Vine Academy, Phelps' physical fitness was not particularly good, after all, he was just a commoner from an ordinary family.

Life may be quite rich, but it doesn't mean that he can afford those incredibly expensive medicinal herbs.

Phelps knew that his parents had paid a high enough price to send him to the aristocratic academy of Green Vine.

Just coping with the ridiculously expensive tuition and living expenses in his opinion is hard enough.

So Horps never asked for more, even if his father asked a friend to buy a potion to increase bone density, he never used it.

Because he knew that if he ran out, his father would definitely buy it again.

Even though his cold refusal would make his father sad, he did it anyway.

But he didn't sell the bottle of medicine privately, but placed it in the most eye-catching place in the room, and every time he felt that he couldn't hold on, it was a reminder and spur to him.

Being able to stand out among the dozens of students from civilian families in the Green Tree Vine Academy and be recognized by everyone, in addition to his extraordinary talent, is because of the tenacity in his bones.

Diligent study and hard work are only basic, and unlike Chris, in order not to let the body be damaged by too much practice, he deliberately controls the amount of training every day.

Other than that, including holidays, he didn't even do a work-study job.

He spent all his time studying and researching, observing the movements of all the sword and shield masters in the academy, absorbing their strengths, making up for his own shortcomings, and taking the trouble to humbly ask the teacher for advice.

Because he knows where his value is, he doesn't rely on part-time work in exchange for that meager salary to make up for the guilt in his soul.

Instead, go all out to make yourself stronger, more excellent, and one day in the future, become a real nobleman, and use your achievements to change the fate of your family.

Therefore, many teachers in the academy liked this humble and studious student very much, and they did not hesitate to share their experience and knowledge with him.

In the face of Richard's frantic counterattack, Phelps responded calmly.

In terms of physical fitness, he may not be as good as Wesley and Boris, but in terms of experience and skill, he can pat his chest and say that he is the best one.

Richard made a sword-swinging feint to lure Phelps to retreat and block.

But Phelps took a step forward and forced Richard to make the feint a reality, otherwise he would fall into passivity and cause a series of reactions.

At the same time, it also disrupted his rhythm, and he became farther and farther away from his younger brother.

Richard roared unwillingly, and made three savage charges in a row, trying to break a gap with brute force, just like Wesley and the others had just done.

But Phelps saw through his move, squatted down and slanted his shoulders, and at the same time swung his sword to attack the opponent's lower plate, so that Richard, who had shifted his weight forward, pounced on his shield.

Instead of hesitating or trying to overturn Richard, Phelps took advantage of the opponent's adjustment and slashed at the scoring point in his thigh.

The scoring point flashed with a yellow glow, and Phelps, on the other hand, took half a step back, and made the smallest result with the most conservative moves.

This kind of steady and steady tactic, not seeking hard work but seeking no fault, made Richard on the opposite side so depressed that his teeth were about to be crushed, but he was helpless.

Not far away, a green light and shadow were already flashing on his younger brother Tucker's body, and there was no time for him to continue to delay.

A more anxious mood brings more intense movements, and more intense movements can only bring more flaws.

After a few minutes, Richard not only failed to get close to his brother, but was slashed by Phelps again, and the score on his other thigh turned yellow.

Many referees on the sidelines and guests in the VIP seats were discussing, whispering comments on the performance of all the players, and Phelps's down-to-earth and steady performance was unanimously recognized by them.

In particular, the solid basic skills and intelligent mind make Richard on the opposite side more like a reckless melee attacker in comparison.

After all, the requirements for each position are different, just as you can't ask a chef to play a beautiful piece of music, and you can't ask an archer to slash wildly in melee with a standard bow.

For the sword and shield hand, the only requirement is to be calm enough, let him storm and rain, I will not move.

When the ten minutes passed, and Richard had tried his best to still be helpless against Phelps, his brother Tucker was sadly sent off the field at the referee's shout.

Richard smiled bitterly as he looked at Wesley, who was coming towards him again, and clutched the shield in his hand tightly.

He is ashamed of the opponent's strength, but it is not so easy to take points from him.

After the change of mentality, Richard, who was focused on defense, played better and better, and was like two in the first half.

Among the players who are fighting each other on the field, the first to decide the winner is Chris and Paul in the melee group.

In the second half of the game, the fierce fighting made the two of them full of mottled marks, if it weren't for the special armor for the game, it was thicker, and the weapons were also passivated.

Even now, their arms, their waists, their legs, and even their heads were swollen under the huge blunt blow.

If they are allowed to take off their armor at this moment, I believe that even familiar people may not be able to recognize the identities of the two of them at a glance.

The giant axe in his hand has been completely deformed because of the damage is too severe, and it was originally the position of the axe blade, and now only a few gaps are left.

Chris's arms were so painful that he lost sensation and was numb, barely able to control them with the support of his shoulders.

He believed that the same was true of Paul opposite, because his movements were also completely deformed, mechanical and cumbersome.

"Huh"

Chris laughed, it seems that the person who works hard is not only himself, in Paul's family, he himself is not another version of "someone else's child".

Both of them have lost two points each, Paul has left leg and right arm, and Chris has left arm and left leg.

Now the score is 2:2.

One of Paul's eyes under the mask was already difficult to see, because Chris grazed the side of the helmet with a ferocious slash, causing the corners of his eyebrows to swell, affecting the vision of his left eye.

This slowed down his reaction a lot and made his positional judgment less accurate, otherwise Chris would have been a dead scorer in the last attack.

There was also a bit of a fishy smell in his mouth, this kid on the other side was really difficult, I didn't expect him to grow so much.

He also remembers the fight a few years ago, not because of the joy of defeating his opponent, but because that night, his father, who had always been serious and deep, actually touched his head and smiled at him with satisfaction.

This was the first time he knew that his father used to be able to laugh and look good, not to mention that he had bought him his long-desired Ram Ball card set.

The impact of this motivation on a twelve-year-old child was enormous, and the young Paul was firmly engraved with this equation in his mind ever since.

Victory equals a father's smile and a generous reward.

As he grew older, material rewards became dispensable, but his father's smile was too precious, especially for him now.

Two years ago, in a medium-sized border conflict, his father was killed in battle and returned to the arms of Gaia, the mother goddess of the earth.

In more than a year, when he becomes an adult, he will inherit his father's title and become a squadron leader stationed in the border village, standing on the border line that his father has guarded all his life.

I didn't expect to meet this kid in the final anyway before the game, it was a fateful matchup.

And this victory is the best gift for my father, I believe that if he knew, he would have such a warm smile.

The two men each took a few deep breaths, recovered their exhausted bodies, and at the same time raised their giant axes and pounced on each other.

"Click"

After a loud bang, the axes in the hands of the two men got stuck together due to the deformed gap.

Chris made an instant decision, let go of his hands, and slammed a fierce stride punch towards Paul.

Paul also let go of the tangled axe, met the fist with his left hand, and kicked the side of his left leg to make a powerful whip leg against Chris's right leg.

The two hit each other at the same time, and Paul just leaned back under the cover of his arm, and was quickly able to adjust.

Chris deflected his right leg, avoided the scoring point, resisted stiffly with his thigh muscles, and took advantage of Paul's backward tilt to quickly burst into the opponent's arms, and a fierce elbow hit him directly into the chest.