Melanza was deeply aware that Morton's current rhythm was broken again. So he simply took two steps forward and kept slashing and stabbing with the straight knife in his right hand, leaving deep and shallow marks on Morton's body.

Each sword was not heavy, and it was not even aimed at the vital point. But if Morton didn't avoid it, such a wound would definitely have a huge impact on him.

But once Morton dodges, his skin will be cut open by the blade.

The situation began to reverse. Melanza, who had been forced to the edge of the altar, walked forward step by step, while Morton kept retreating, trying to distance himself from Melanza.

But this time, Melanza did not give Morton a chance. Under the violent attack, Morton had to make a choice.

If he continues to hesitate, the wounds on his body will continue to increase, and the increase in wounds will inevitably become a burden to Morton.

So, after retreating for a long time, Morton couldn't bear it anymore and finally let go of his hands.

In Melanza's close combat against the bottom plate, Morton's heavy hammer has become a liability for his counterattack.

Morton, who judged the form, also made the most correct decision he knew.

The hammer handle fell in the air, and the blade touched the hammer handle to Morton's waist. Morton spread his fingers and grabbed Melanza.

This move was unexpected by everyone.

Although Morton also used physical skills when he counterattacked Melanza. But he would take the initiative to give up the advantage of weapons and completely let go of the hammer. This kind of courage is amazing enough.

Morton followed Melantha's dodge trajectory, took a step forward, and came to her side. He didn't care whether the blade would hit his waist or not.

He wants to catch Melanza and make her lose the right to dodge!

Then, the generous palm was about to grab Melanza, and Melanza's blade was about to cut off Morton's waist.

Time seems to have stopped at this moment. Neither side has the intention to stop. It depends on who can make achievements in the attack first.

But at this moment, Melanza moved.

Her body pressed down again, as if her whole body was attached to the ground.

With her super flexibility, Melanza was like a purple shadow, passing through Morton's fingers, and her whole body moved around behind him close to his body.

The blade also followed the reversal of the arm, drawing a gash in his waist.

Morton's hair stood on end. When he realized that he failed to catch Melantha, he felt a great threat.

He wanted to struggle again and turned around to kick the purple shadow.

But there was already a sharp blade pressing gently on the back of his neck.

Morton and Melanza stopped what they were doing at the same time. Melanza grabbed Morton's shoulder with one hand, held a straight knife in her right hand against Morton's neck, and stepped on Morton's back.

She lowered her eyes, her eyes showing the utmost confidence in grasping the rhythm of the battle. They were slightly cold, but seemed to have a divine light shining through them.

Feeling the cold touch on his neck, Morton sighed softly.

"I lost."

Wow! !

At this time, the entire venue around the altar burst into cheers, and people witnessed this wonderful showdown.

They called Melantha's name, called Morton's name, and applauded the warriors who fought wonderfully for them.

Melanza jumped off Morton's back and sheathed the knife.

The look in his pupils gradually returned, and the purple kitten finally realized that he had become the winner.

She blinked and looked at the undead man on the altar.

The undead man nodded slightly to her, stretched out his right hand and gave a thumbs up.

Melanza quickly looked away, her ears slightly red, and responded to Morton.

"Thanks."

Morton grinned and picked up his hammer handle, feeling the wounds on his body.

Looking at this girl who had become weak and cute again, Morton really couldn't connect her with the warrior who had just attacked violently.

But Melanza was not much better.

Morton's strength was definitely not formidable, and his punch really hit Melantha's chest.

Melanza covered her chest, still feeling a little stuffy.

But it doesn't matter, after all, he has won.

Turning her attention to her companions in the audience, Melanza had a smile on her face, waved to them happily, and ran towards them.

Katie was the most excited. She rushed up and hugged Melanza, jumping excitedly.

"So handsome! So handsome! Xiaomei, you are so handsome!"

Even the companions in the reserve team A1 next door exclaimed.

"When Xiaomei stepped on Morton at the end. Did you see that gesture and that look in her eyes?!"

"I saw it, I saw it. It's so handsome. Xiaomei, who is usually a bit weak, can actually have such a strong look."

"I don't know if the Temple of Heroes has arranged a video. If so, I have to take a copy back with me. This is definitely a wonderful battle record for the main attacker!"

Dupin also smiled and clapped his hands to celebrate Melantha.

"Very good, Melanza, congratulations on your promotion."

Although in her eyes, the battle was slightly flawed, the reactions and decisions of both sides were spot on, making it a wonderful battle.

Mao Mao, who has always been shy, couldn't help but blush when he heard the praise from his companions and instructors.

"Well...thank you, Instructor Dubin."

Amidst the cheers, Pallas, who was at the top of the altar, clapped and deliberately spoke loudly, asking the immortal.

"Mr. Battle Knight, what do you think of this battle?"

She took a chance and made the most of it.

However, she may not have realized that one of the two warriors was the direct disciple of the war knight.

The immortal man spoke without thinking.

"Beautiful swordsmanship and wonderful reactions, although the decision-making and awareness are lacking."

The undead man paused and then added.

"But, it's pretty good."

Pallas didn't even react. This time the war knight actually said so many words.

But she soon discovered that the immortal man's words seemed to be just commenting on Melanza.

"What about Mr. Morton?"

"Um?"

The undead man was stunned for a moment and nodded.

"good."

The smile on Pallas's face gradually stiffened.

"Then what?"

She thought the immortal would add a few words.

Unexpectedly, the undead man looked over in confusion.

"What then?"

Pallas almost couldn't catch his breath.

After doing it for a long time, you went to see the girl, right?

The young high priest was angry, but there was nothing he could do against this famous warrior, so he had to wave his hand.

"Next game!"

340.Lewontin

The first day's fighting was over quickly.

In addition to the duel between Melanza and Morton, there were also two or three battles of good quality.

One of the battles attracted the attention of the undead.

One of the two sides in the duel was a warrior from Kjerag who wielded a giant axe.

The other one is a woman who wields a strange two-handed sword.

He has red hair, purple pupils, and his clothes are very shabby. But you can still feel the luxury and sophistication in the decoration and sewing marks.

In a rare move, the undead recognized the origin of this dress. Because he had seen Enya wearing this outfit when he was at Yinhui's house.

Is he actually someone related to Yin Hui?

The undead didn't have time to think too much, and the battle ended very quickly.

So quickly that she just raised the two-handed sword in her hand, the enemy in front of the woman had already shouted to admit defeat as the fire burned.

Even the Warriors Conference does not prevent the use of Source Stone skills. However, such powerful Origin Stone skills are rare in warrior conferences.

The Minoans did not reject Originium skills, because whether it was blacksmithing or martial arts, they all contained the shadow of Originium skills.

But because of the heroic culture, everyone values ​​physical and martial strength more.

No matter how powerful the Origin Stone skills are, they are only auxiliary.

However, this girl who did not know where she came from seemed to have opened a window to the Minoans.

Pallas did not ask the Immortal to commentate on this game. Because it ended so quickly, there was nothing to explain.

However, after this battle, everyone remembered this girl's name.

"Sterl, is that right?"

Pallas frowned slightly, she had not heard of this name around Minos.

For the powerful men from all walks of life who suddenly appeared in Minos, only those who can investigate the background can make people feel at ease.

This kind of strong man who appears out of nowhere always makes people extra cautious.

However, the reason why people are staring at this woman named Shirter is not because of her powerful Origin Stone skills.

But it was the two-handed sword in her hand. Although the style was a bit strange, the undead actually felt a unique sense of intimacy from that sword.

And that flame...

The undead always feel that the flame is very familiar, so familiar that he can do whatever he wants with just a wave of his hand?

But it was clearly not the first fire, which made people feel confused.

No matter what, the undead have remembered this name.

When Shirter walked off the stage, she turned around and looked at the top of the priest's stage, where the undead and Pallas were.

The undead man felt her gaze, and he saw her doubts and curiosity from this brief exchange of glances.

Also, she has a strong interest in herself.

What reflected from those lavender pupils was the appearance of an immortal.

Shirter did not keep staring at the undead man, but after a brief glance, he turned around and walked off the altar.

But before leaving, she turned her head again and looked at the people in Rhode Island who were watching the game on the other side.

And among the crowd, Melantha's figure was accurately captured.

Feeling that someone was looking at her, Melanza turned her head in confusion and looked at Shirter.

This powerful female warrior also left a deep impression on Melanza. Out of friendship, Melanza nodded slightly to Shirter as a greeting.

Shirter was stunned for a moment, not expecting that Melanza would notice that he was looking at her, so he nodded in a friendly manner.

The two people's eyes separated as soon as they touched each other. Melanza didn't think of anything in her mind, but Shirte's mind was filled with doubts.

"Why are there...two?"

Shirter murmured to himself as he left the altar.

Shirter is just a small episode, and then there are some ordinary battles.

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