The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

There is no power to fade, but I have the intent to kill. This thing can not only assist in strengthening the strength, but also activate combat skills, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

After the Dwarf King slightly understood the role of the killing intent, he meditated: "Maybe it is the appearance of the killing intent that prevents you from activating the fading mission, but it does not matter. I feel the power of your killing intent. It’s true, it’s not as good as the power of change. Anyway, both are things that assist in enhancing strength. It doesn’t matter which one is. As long as one's own strength is strong, even without any kind of assistance, it can still live on."

The words of the dwarf king gave me great encouragement and swept away the haze that I had not activated the fading task.

He is right, as long as he is strong, everything else is just an aid.

Come on, do this bowl of poisonous chicken soup!

Going back to the palace, taking a bath, meeting with Master Dewey and others, having dinner together, buying things that Phoenix wants and so on, I will not mention it. After a night's rest, I will come to the palace early the next morning to meet the two kings.

The dwarf king pointed to a male dwarf in armor and holding an epee standing on the left side of the hall, and said, "I'll introduce you, Xiao Yi, this is the strongest warrior in the national power of Fort Vitch. —Iron whiskers."

The iron beard strode forward, the epee in his left hand was upright, the tip of the sword reached the ground, the right hand was clenched against the chest, the left leg was bent back, the right leg was bent forward, in a half-kneeling posture, and said in a deep voice: "Under the iron beard, see Master An Xiaoyi."

I hurriedly walked over, lifted him up, and said, "The courtesy is heavy, I am worthy of being the number one warrior of the wise and martial arts. I will learn from each other for a while and hope to give more guidance."

Tiebeard bowed his head and said, "I will do my best at the next decision."

After the courtesy, it is the preparation before the competition.

As the saying goes, when the team is well matched, the more meticulous preparation, the more hope of victory.

But right now, the opponent belongs to a strong man who can crush me with a single finger, and it is not a battle of life and death, but a competition. I naturally don't need to make some shameless little moves in order to win and survive.

I just need to relax, all kinds of relaxation, and then with the most abundant state, against the first soldier of Fort Witch.

After twenty minutes of preparation time, I walked into the martial arts field with a confident face holding a big sword.

On the way, Odachi vomited: "Your expression is more confident than I thought."

I smiled slightly: "Of course."

"But I think you are not confident of victory, but confident of being able to easily accept a disastrous defeat. In other words, you have already determined the result of this disastrous defeat."

I smiled again: "You are right."

"Hey? Don't quarrel with me anymore. Have you already had a mental breakdown?" Otachi wondered.

"How is it possible?" I said calmly: "I know I can't win, but I just want to try, the gap between myself and the strongest fighter."

After listening to Odachi, he emphasized: "Is the strongest fighter in Fort Vitch."

Regardless of whether it is the strongest warrior in Fort Witch or the strongest warrior in the Hefeng Continent, since I can obtain the title of the strongest warrior, I am definitely not a waiter. Therefore, while preparing to lose, I also learn the opponent's fighting style Preparation.

An armored iron beard stood quietly opposite me. The heavy sword in his hand was half higher than him and the sword face was wider than his thick arms. If there are outsiders watching the battle, it will definitely feel very funny, but Those of us present didn't feel funny at all.

especially me.

Perhaps because of the killing intent, my intuition towards the outside world has become stronger and stronger, especially when facing strangers, the fluctuations in my heart made me feel uneasy.

This iron whisker...a bit scary.

I murmured subconsciously.

With a whistle, the competition began.

Tiesu did not rush over directly, but walked slowly towards me in a leisurely manner. When he came, he raised his hand and beckoned at me twice. The meaning couldn’t be more obvious: Come on, you first Shot.

After hesitating, I secretly frowned, squeezed the handle of the knife hard, exerted force on both feet, and rushed out like a wolf pounce.

With the killing intent, the big sword drawn a black and red entangled shadow in the air, as if a glass covered with black and red paint appeared out of nowhere.

Ironbeard stood still, raised the heavy sword, and made a standard blocking posture. While making the posture, it exuded the fading power of dazzling white light, wrapping the entire great sword.

This white light is not the same as the white light I have seen before. It is like a gurgling stream, without any block, and it works in one go.

The constantly flowing white light seemed to be a thick magical barrier, easily blocking the first knife I hit with all my strength.

Under the erosion of the ferocious black and red killing intent, not only did the white light not be affected, but there was no sign of even the slightest disappearance, which really surprised me.

After all, in the battle with the power of fading, I have formed a fixed mindset, thinking that the killing intent is the enemy of white light, as long as I encounter it, it will either be consumed or affected.

However, today's battle has disrupted my inherent thinking. Under the gap of absolute strength, my killing intent can no longer be white light anymore.

"Smelly boy" Odachi's voice sounded in my mind, dispelling my surprise and myths: "This guy is stronger than all the opponents you have encountered before. You'd better go all out and don't spend your energy completely. It would be a shame to wipe out your fighting spirit and willpower before you clean it up."

"It's up to you!" Draw a sword and cut again. Although the strength is not as good as before, the speed is getting more and more fierce, and the momentum is getting more and more fierce. "

Chopping, cutting, diagonal cutting, and piercing, I will use all the techniques I can use.

In doing so, there is only one intention-to break the white light on the epee!

Yes, I didn’t have the idea of ​​defeating the opponent from the beginning, but because the battle with Achilles left a shallow mark on the opponent’s armor, this greatly gave me the courage to fight. At the same time, it gave me a sense of confidence-even if I couldn't beat the opponent, at least it would leave a shallow trace on the opponent's armor.

But right now, under the opponent's impeccable defense, I am really not sure that I can leave a shallow mark on his armor. Since the armor is not good, at least let me break the white light on your sword, even if only one layer is broken!

Under this kind of thinking, my fighting style became even more violent. Every knife was cut extremely fiercely. It can be said to be deadly and shocked.

However, from the beginning of the battle to the present, the dwarf adventurer in front of him, except for his arm and the epee in his hand, seemed to be fixed there, and he didn't even move.

I couldn't help looking cold, and secretly said in my heart: "Although I really can't even beat him with one hand, in any case, seeing the opponent only use one hand to fight, I still feel very angry!"

"Don't get angry," Taita said: "If you think this way, you have completely misunderstood the other party's meaning. You can see that he defends you from hacking and cutting. It’s a bit b-number, brat, don’t think about it, if he uses a pair of arms, do you still have the power to fight?"

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