Luckily, Locke didn't know what was going on in the mind of the orc warrior Crouff.

Let him go to the Fenglan plane for fifty years of penance, it is enough to give Locke a headache, if it is two hundred to five hundred years, I am afraid that Locke will go crazy.

He's only over 180 years old this year.

The tornado storm has grown to the extreme under Locke's deliberate manipulation, being in the center of the storm, feeling the rich wind elemental power around him, Locke suddenly has the illusion of being in an underground wind tunnel in the wind plane.

In terms of wind strength, this tornado storm already has the ability to threaten the lives of ordinary Class 3 creatures.

It was also at this time that the giant tornado storm was like a standing funnel, and the sharpest and most powerful part of the wind elemental blade at the bottom of the funnel slammed into Prince Karn, who was defending like an iron hedgehog!

"Whether you can win or not depends on this trick. "At the center of the storm, the scarlet blood eyes under the bone armor looked coldly at Prince Karn below.

Dressed in the Crown Thorn Armor and armed with a Rolling Thunder Heavy Sword, Karn knew that the next step was to decide who would win the contest between the two sides.

"Roar!" Karn's grip on the Rolling Thunder Sword tightened after the heavy lion's roar.

With the blessing of the Iron Blood's True Intent, countless blood-colored energies converged with Prince Karn's right hand from all over his body.

To be exact, the heavy sword that converged into his right hand.

The blood-colored light contained in the Rolling Thunder Heavy Sword was a little deeper.

In the face of Locke's final blow, it seems that the lion prince intends to use the power bonus brought by the iron and blood madness to collide head-on.

This is indeed in line with the temperament of the Rhine lions.

After being blackened by Locke, he was pressed and beaten for a long time, and Prince Karn's was already holding back the fire.

Although the most sensible thing to do is to temporarily avoid this final blow of Locke in order to preserve his strength.

In this case, Prince Karn, who survived this move, would easily win the competition.

But how could the arrogant royal lions choose such a 'cowardly' approach.

From the aspect that the enemy is proud of, it is the true nature of the orc clan to crush the opponent with pure strength.

"Bloody Slash!" the massive blood-colored blade flung out of Prince Karn's Rolling Thunder Heavy Sword.

This move also cost Karn almost two-thirds of his remaining strength.

The collision of the storm and the bloody blade caused the Praetorian Guard's school to suffer a merciless ravage and baptism again.

The ground was lifted, and a huge stone mill with a diameter of five meters swept into the sky under the traction of the storm.

The orc warriors watching near the school grounds had obviously retreated again and again, but they still had the illusion that they were going to be blown down by the impact of this huge force.

"The situation is a little out of control, this is not good! The Praetorian Guard is also my Crouff's territory, and I have to control it a little. The Tiger Warrior of the Tiger Clan, who had been standing in place, muttered, as if the energy shock around him had not affected him.

A touch of blood-colored energy was generated on the surface of Kruf's body, which was a manifestation only after cultivating the iron and blood madness to the extreme.

Kruff's blood-colored energy quickly struck, covering the surroundings of the school yard with a faint energy shield.

And at the same time as Crouff shot, there was another person on the school field who also shot.

A touch of black dark elemental magic is fleeting in the blink of an eye.

The storm calmed down, the blood blades disappeared, and at this time, the two third-level creatures on the school field were unusually weak and tired.

Prince Karn's appearance at this time was very miserable, not to mention the crown thorn armor he was wearing, and the wounds on his body were also very striking and terrifying.

If such an injury were placed on a mage or orc priest, immortality would definitely be a serious injury.

But on the body of Prince Karn, a third-level orc warrior, it was just an ordinary medium injury.

These wounds looked terrifying, but Karn could recover in a week or two.

Compared to Karn, Locke, who suddenly appeared in front of him to protect from a dark elemental shield, was much luckier.

At least he didn't have too many visible scars on his body at this point.

After a few seconds of flickering, the Dark Elemental Shield gradually dissolves into a little elemental power and disappears into nothingness.

The most striking aspect of this dark elemental shield is a large dent in its center before it completely dissipates.

Clearly, the culprit behind such a dent was the bloody blade that Karn had unleashed.

But what was even more incredulous to all orcs was how this mere dark elemental shield could block the attack of Prince Karn's Blood Blade.

Although it was weakened by the power of Locke's storm, it was able to block the remnants of Prince Karn's bloody blade, and the strength of this dark elemental shield attracted the side eyes of all orcs.

In the corner of the Praetorian Guard academy, a magician wrapped in black robes stood silently.

Many of the orcs present were no strangers to the mage, as they had just cooperated with the mage to extract two tubes of their own blood in exchange for a good reward.

"It was I who was defeated, Prince Karn, and you are a formidable opponent indeed. Locke sighed and took the initiative.

If it weren't for Ashar's sudden intervention, his end would have been much worse than that of this prince.

There is not one in ten of the fighting qi on his body, and in that kind of crisis situation, Locke who didn't even have time to take out the magic scroll to use it, only had the result of being severely injured by the blood blade.

Locke's admission of defeat made Karn can't help but roll his eyes, thinking that it was just an ordinary fight, and even Prince Karn himself did not expect that it would eventually develop into such a scenario.

Both sides lifted their transformations, with Locke reverting to a physique of one and eight meters, while Prince Karn reverted to three meters.

"Bring it!" After returning to his original form, Prince Karn first stripped off his crown thorn armor in distress, and then stretched out his lion claws at Locke.

Holding back a smile, Locke handed over the two third-level biocrystals that he had promised to Prince Karn in this fight.

With the two crystal nuclei in hand, Prince Karn's face looked a little better.

For the sake of this extra money, he was injured and his armor was destroyed, and Prince Karn really regretted agreeing to the human knight's competition.

Enduring the feeling of weakness coming from his body, Locke walked towards Ashar at the edge of the gladiatorial arena.

"Thank you, otherwise I might have to lie down in a hotel in Shabak for a while. Locke said to Ashar.

A viscous orange potion was thrown to Locke by Ashar, and Locke was no stranger to this potion, it was the concentrated potion he hated when he was seriously injured in the Fenglan plane.

The strange smell of the concentrated potion made Locke's brows furrow.

But after taking it, the faint warmth and strength in his abdomen still made Locke forget the unpleasantness brought by his taste buds for a while.

"Good fight, good potion. Are the two guests knights and magicians from the east coast of the wizarding world?"