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Chapter 040

Chapter 40

The vehicle drove gently on the road that was already under martial law.

Before Bai Chen’s ass was hot, Deanna had already handed over a piece of information to Bachen’s hands.

“Although there is no video data, this is already the information we have collected for you as much as possible, which contains the battle moves and habits of the Sword King, etc., but I don’t know if it will help you.”

“I have a heart.”

Bai Chen smiled, and the result document began to read.

Looking at the boy’s serious appearance, Deanna was also extremely apprehensive in her heart.

The final return that should come is coming.

Now that the bronze and black cross, the fate of himself and his apprentice Liliana has been tied to the young king.

If he loses in this battle, the saddest thing will definitely be their magic association with allegiance in advance.

No matter how the King of Swords doesn’t care, the other magic associations will definitely not miss the opportunity to fall after failure.

And, from a woman’s point of view.

She also didn’t want anything to happen to the teenager she had had in-depth communication with.

Not to mention their mood, after Bai Chen adjusted his mentality, he did not have emotions such as nervousness or worry.

However, it is necessary to be serious.

Strategic contempt, tactical emphasis, this is the experience left by the ancestors.

Even if the battle between the god killers has left the realm of mortals, it still can’t bypass the physique, skill, experience, and state.

Needless to say, everyone is a god killer, and there will be no obvious difference.

The only gap is experience and skill.

In terms of experience, Bai Chen is completely disadvantageous.

And skill is also the advantage of the king of swords.

Bai Chen knew that if he just used the sword skills he had practiced in the past two days to deal with Tony, the end would undoubtedly be miserable.

“All knights’ swordsmanship can be mastered in a maximum of one month, and they will be proficient in half a month at the shortest, and they can also be integrated into their own skills, not the kind of half-bucket of water that is put together by seven pieces…”

Even Bai Chen couldn’t help but sigh that Tony was a child of destiny.

If you don’t have a chat group to do goldfinger, just look at luck, all the god killers in this world are the kind that open and hang to the limit.

Take Lady Aisha, for example.

She was originally just a most ordinary Indian low-caste servant, and she had not learned any combat skills, let alone spells and the like.

And Lady Aisha, on the other hand, killed an unobedient god in a very coincidental way one day on her trip.

This kind of coincidence is as ridiculous as encountering a strong brown bear in the wild, and accidentally crashing to death when it rushes towards you.

“Master, the king of swords, is he really powerful?”

Liliana asked in a low voice.

Deanna didn’t speak, and Bai Chen answered in her place.

“It’s not a question of whether he’s powerful or not, but a very special kind.”

He played a very famous meme, but unfortunately no one could pick it up.

“Salvatore is a rare swordsmanship wizard, before he became a god killer, he traveled around and practiced, relying on swordsmanship alone, he can outperform knights who use spells.”

Deanna said.

“That… Isn’t it very bad for Wang to fight him? ”

Liliana looked worried.

It was a loss.

Bai Chen also had to admit this.

It’s just….

“God killers do not rely on experience and skill to judge who is the winner.”

Bai Chen said lightly.

Such a smooth voice inadvertently smoothed out the oppressive atmosphere in the car.

“Just like Schrödinger’s theorem, until you open the box, the cat inside will always be in a state of both dead and alive, and the battle between godkillers will be the same, and the future is unpredictable until there is a real result.”

While speaking, Bai Chen looked out the window.

Ignoring the barrier between the soundproof glass and the atmosphere, he could clearly feel that the god killers of his clan were extending an invitation to him.

……

“Too slow.”

Under the shade of the breezy swaying trees.

Dressed in a crimson and gorgeous dress, a girl with bright blonde hair like a dazzling crown hugged her arms and muttered softly.

“What a king who is not punctual.”

She has a delicate face like a princess from a fairy tale.

The beautiful face is childish, but mixed with a bit of heroism and arrogance.

“Don’t say much, Erica, I’m just coming as an entourage today.”

At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a silver helmet and a tall figure next to the girl whispered a warning.

His chief marshal of the Bronze Black Cross, Paul Blontry.

The girl next to him is his niece and one of the only two prodigies in Italy, Erica Blantri.

“Got it, Uncle.”