Divine Blood Warrior

Pop!

On the platform, Boyle had stepped on the ground and rushed towards gray.

He was two years older than gray, half a head taller than gray, and a little bigger.

When he was thrown out, he was as fierce as a fierce beast, hitting gray, and the knife in his hand was the sharp corner of the beast.

Knowing Gray's lack of combat experience, he was aggressive as soon as he made a move, hoping to fluster gray with momentum.

"Drink -"

He threw himself in front of green, and the iron and wood knife in his hand quickly cut out. The momentum of the forward rush made his knife more powerful than usual.

Moreover, he has rich combat experience. When the blade reaches Gray's face, it is the most powerful, which can be said to show the power of this blade incisively and vividly.

From this point alone, it is not difficult to see that he is more than a little better than Ellis. If Ellis is really allowed to compete with him, he may lose at least 90%.

It is no wonder that Viscount Oliver would put forward such a competition. Although Bohr's fighting talent is not up to the level of fighting talent, it is definitely enough to be evaluated as having good fighting talent.

Pop!

Facing the fierce and sweeping black iron and wood knife, gray took a step back. To outsiders, it was like being frightened and retreating in a hurry.

But it was this backward step that made the black iron wood knife Kankan pass in front of him. The strong wind even made his black hair fly, but he just couldn't touch him.

"Scared? Hoodwinked?"

The younger generation of the aristocratic families under the stage all have doubts in their eyes.

Just now, it was just right to avoid. Even if they were them, they might not be able to do it, but how could this action seem to be frightened and subconsciously avoid back?

"Huh?"

I didn't care much about the battle, but Saroyan, who looked at it casually, gave a light sigh in his heart and flashed in his eyes.

The young man named gray in front of us, although he has a good cultivation talent, he is too young after all. He has only been exposed to actual combat for a few months, and his combat level can be imagined.

So he doesn't care too much about the battle. Boyle won, he won't look up to the Oliver family, because it should be. When gray lost, he won't look down on the Fergus family, because it's natural.

As Viscount Oliver had thought before, the battle had become a pure exchange of interests.

But when gray stepped back and cleverly avoided Boyle's chop, he couldn't help but brighten his eyes.

Many of the children of the aristocratic families present thought that Gray's clever avoidance was luck, but as a blood warrior with superior strength, he was not far away from the fierce blood warrior. Naturally, he could see at a glance that it was not luck.

The newly emerged child of the Fergus family seemed a little unusual, which aroused his interest.

Of course, if you say eyesight, Saroyan is not the strongest among the people present. Among the people present, there are not a few who see that Gray's escape is not accidental. At least the heads of noble families can see it.

Even the outstanding young people like Joey, Oliver and Timothy have either seen it or guessed it in their hearts.

It is worth mentioning that Viscount Oliver's face at this time is very ugly, not generally ugly. At this time, he spits blood depressed. Is this performance lack of combat experience? Cheat the blood beast

Most of the noble children thought that Gray's avoidance was mostly luck, especially Boyle who fought with gray.

If he didn't hit, he didn't care. He took a step forward and the knife rotated, so he was ready to chop at gray again from the other side.

But gray obviously had no intention of giving him such a chance.

Peng!

Instead of retreating, he leaned forward, and the iron and wood sword in his hand immediately slashed out obliquely and greeted Boyle's neck.

Bang!

At the critical moment, Boyle blocked the iron and wood knife across his chest, but he couldn't help but let his body stagger and step back three steps.

Until then, his face finally became serious and finally realized that gray might not be the kind of person who lacked practical experience.

But what if he found out? Gray's attack was far from stopping.

Whoosh!

Three steps out, gray quickly caught up with Boyle. When Boyle had not adjusted, the iron wood sword cut out again, and the target was also the neck.

Wearing war clothes, the position of the neck is the easiest to attack. In other places, with war clothes protection, the damage will undoubtedly be greatly reduced.

Bang!

Boyle hastily resisted and was repulsed again.

Bang, bang, bang!

Gray doesn't give Boyle a chance to regroup. Chase, attack, chase, attack... Keep repeating.

Even if he could only use the strength of the lower blood warrior, his speed was faster than Boyle. With this speed, Boyle was forced to resist again and again and was split back again and again.

"Drink -"

He was suppressed one after another. Knowing that he would lose if he went on like this, Boyle looked anxious, gritted his teeth, and suddenly shouted like a beast forced to a desperate situation.

As he drank, a trace of the blood force in his body poured into his hand holding the knife, and he felt that the hand holding the knife suddenly became a large part. The iron wood knife, which was not light, actually felt a lot lighter.

He was full of confidence and suddenly cut off the iron and wood sword. There was a harsh roar in the air.

After the increase of blood power, his power of the next blood warrior can be comparable to Keppel who does not use blood power.

Shua!

With a knife cut out, Boyle swept away his previous suffocation and felt a sense of sweating in his heart.

After being forced to parry only by gray, he didn't cut such a smooth knife. He resisted in a hurry every time. That feeling made him really uncomfortable.

"Boyle, be careful!"

But just then, he suddenly heard the loud cry of his big brother Kemper.

He turned his head slightly and suddenly his hair stood up. It was like being splashed with cold water naked in winter, because he had seen a dark shadow less than 20 cm from his neck.

It was a dark sword without a blade.

But in his eyes, the threat was no worse than a sword with a blade.

His neck was fragile. If he was hit so hard, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die. At this time, his knife had been cut out, and its strength was too strong. It was too late to take back the resistance, and it was too late to avoid.

Shua!

The strong wind had hit his neck, and his muscles were tight and ready to bear the impact. However, at this time, when the black iron wood sword was only two or three centimeters away from him, the black iron wood sword suddenly stopped.

"Call -"

Seeing the black iron wood sword suddenly stop in front of his neck, he breathed a long sigh of relief. The whole person actually had a feeling of collapse.

Then there was another sense of humiliation, and his face turned red. He was defeated by a man who was only a few months old and a lot younger than himself?!

He could imagine how disappointed his father and brother would be, and how surprised and contemptuous the children of the noble family would look at him.

"Boyle lost?!"

Some noble children can't believe it.

"Actually lost to a guy who has become the next blood soldier for only a few months. Is Boyle's strength too weak?"

There are aristocratic children with contempt on their faces.

"It's not that Boyle is too weak, but that gray is too strong. Unexpectedly, gray not only has great cultivation talent, but also has high fighting talent."

Only a few noble children are fair, but their voices are covered by one-sided voices.

……

"Really won?"

ZenI looked at the stage in surprise.

Although he always said that gray would win, it was just to fight with his sister. He never thought that gray would win. After all, there was a gap in combat experience.

Jolie's fine eyebrows wrinkled and loosened, loosened and wrinkled. She looked at her mother, Lord Bessemer, and asked.

"Mother, is that a fighting talent?"

"No mistake."

Lord Bessemer's eyes were deep.

Others may not feel it or are still in doubt, but as a person with combat talent and strength as high as fierce blood soldiers, she is already very sure.

Although the combat skills are still young, they have a very keen intuition about the timing of combat.

Finally, Boyle used his blood to make his strength soar in order to get rid of the situation suppressed by gray.

However, just because of the sudden surge of power, it can not adapt to the sudden increase of power, and the control power becomes worse, so that the cutting range is too large and can not be withdrawn in time.

This is just a short moment. Another lower blood soldier didn't notice it at all, but the other party noticed it and turned it into an opportunity to win. After avoiding it, he fought back immediately and finally won.

This kind of grasp of the battle opportunity either has extremely rich combat experience or has combat talent. It is obviously impossible for the other party to have extremely rich combat experience at the other party's age, so there is no doubt that the other party has combat talent.

The richens family.

"Brother, what do you think?"

Timothy frowned at his big brother.

Although he also guessed that the result would be one side down, and the direction of this side down was a little wrong. In his guess, gray Fergus should be one side down, but now Boyle Oliver lost, and the result was completely opposite to what he expected.

Gulliver didn't answer immediately, but his eyes changed and didn't look back for a moment.

"Although it still poses no threat to us, it will certainly be a big threat in the future. The only good thing is that he is much younger than us. When his strength reaches our level, we have reached a higher level."

The Shelley family.

"Strong enemy..."

Two young Bach Shirley and X Shirley, who were ordered by Viscount Shirley to watch carefully before, look at me and I look at you. Their eyes are full of dignity.

Although he hasn't played against this gray Fergus yet, it's not difficult to realize from this competition that this gray Fergus has rich combat experience and doesn't look like a person who has been in contact with actual combat for only a few months.