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Xu Yichen also picked up a dagger. Although he practiced swordsmanship in the Sword Holding Hall for many years, as a soldier, daggers were the weapon they depended on as the last barrier. His dagger fighting technique was first taught by Huang Shiren, but later as he continued to deepen his skills, he integrated his own things on the original basis.

Xu Yichen and Huang Laoxie were both naked. They were wearing loose trousers and only in the hot sand, a scorching sun appeared in the sky, and the breeze rippled with the air, everything was so real.

The witch kings deprived the two of them of all their power after entering the game world through this strange space. Xu Yichen and Huang Laoxie both maintained their peak state as humans, so this was a fair battle and a duel blessed by the God of War.

Huang Laoxie arched his body like a cheetah, and pulled it to the left against Xu Yichen's knife-holding hand. Both of them had the best reaction speed. They did this to compete for a phone call at a few seconds.

For fighting weapons like daggers, these few seconds are enough to determine the outcome, not to mention how a combat master like Huang Laoxie would not take advantage of the favorable factors on the battlefield?

At the moment when Huang Laoxie started, he used his instep to kick the ground and splashed a lot of sand and gravel on Xu Yichen, and then spread it together.

With one foot as support, Xu Yichen swung 360 degrees on the spot and avoided Huang Laoxie's attack by a slight difference. The Pierrot sword dance of the Demon Hunter had penetrated into his bone marrow, which was completely a subconscious reaction.

As Huang Laoxie's favorite student, Xu Yichen was not at all inferior. During the rotation, he splashed a lot of sand and swept across all areas directly in front of him. The height was exactly the position of Huang Laoxie's eyes in the battle posture.

But when Xu Yichen completed his turn, Huang Shiren was no longer there, and even Xu Yichen had no sign of him in his sight.

Xu Yichen rolled straight forward without hesitation, and his other hand squeezed a handful of sand in his hand during this process. Huang Shiren's figure followed closely behind Xu Yichen's back like lightning, and followed a trick to pull his vagina before Xu Yichen turned around.

Xu Yichen had to roll to one side again to avoid Huang Laoxie's attack. At this time, he was at a disadvantage because Huang Laoxie would not give him a chance to get up again, and that handful of sand was prepared for counterattack.

The moment Shali took action inevitably disrupted Huang Laoxie's pursuit, unless he was willing to risk squinting. For two such amazing players, a brief loss of vision is equivalent to failure.

"It's a good job, better than I thought." Huang Laoxie was not discouraged because he was defeated. He stood there and watched Xu Yichen jump from the ground, returning the scene to the scene of the confrontation between the two strong men: "I'm still because you have forgotten these basic things and are addicted to the advantages brought by attributes and skills."

"You teach each other well." Xu Yichen smiled. He rarely represented the sword hall in various competitions because there were too many restrictions in martial arts competitions.

In many games, he can indeed use his sword force to be honest and after more than a dozen rounds, but there is no real thing about knocking down his opponent at the beginning.

The battle between Huang Laoxie and Xu Yichen has just begun. For players of their level, if they fail to decide the winner in the opening rounds, then a relatively long period of confrontation will be ushered in until the physical strength of one side begins to decrease and the reaction speed begins to decrease.

But where Xu Yichen couldn't see, the influence of this duel was far more than that.

As the most favored priest of the God of War, Pastor Richard, who was privately known as the illegitimate son of Campas, was pulled into a arena by the God of War he believed in in his sleep, sitting in his seat as an audience member, watching the unique duel in front of him.

"This is a fair and just battle. Both sides of the duel were stripped of all the extraordinary powers they had." The voice of the god of war Campas surrounded Pastor Richard's ears. He could hear the excited gasp of people around him, and could hear the deafening cheers, as if shouting for the honor of witnessing this duel.

Pastor Richard didn't know if the people around him were colleagues in the Temple of War, but he was sure that this abnormal incident was undoubtedly organized by the God of War himself.

"Faced with the surging chaos, we are all warriors who rise up to resist, both mortals and gods, as great as they are." Pastor Richard listened quietly to the teachings of the God of War, although the things revealed in His words had broken the doctrines that the church had maintained for so many years, which made the cheers in the arena weaker.

"As the God of War, I feel honored for everyone who is willing to keep the persistence in my heart and fight with a sword. I applaud everyone who resists strong enemies to protect the weak." Pastor Richard suddenly felt a panic, as if he was about to lose something, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Today, I hereby declare to all believers of the God of War that what has always supported your battle is not my blessing, but the persistence in your heart. Even without me, you are still warriors full of glory."

"Today, I will present my last gift to every believer of the God of War."

"I want to tell you that gods are not undefeated and irresistible. Whether it is the righteous god or the evil god, all human beings have the right to oppose them and kill them."

On the sand in the middle of the arena, the battle between Xu Yichen and Huang Shiren has reached a fever pitch. Both sides have been constantly approaching close combat with the same agility, and in the next second, they retreated a few meters away like cheetahs and antelopes.

Every time the daggers on both sides collide violently, the fierce sparks between the blade and the blade are like meteors in the night, shining extremely bright but short.

Sweat flows out from every pore, reflecting sunlight on the two people's clear-lined muscles, moistening the skin, and taking away the heat generated by vigorous exercise.

Xu Yichen and Huang Laoxie were both cautiously controlling the breathing rhythm to prevent themselves from losing the initiative because of excessive breathing.

Huang Laoxie left a wound on Xu Yichen's forehead. He was waiting for blood to pass through his eyes again to block Xu Yichen's vision, while Xu Yichen kept wandering along the right direction, waiting for the next time Huang Laoxie's pace to be chaotic.
Chapter completed!