hero?it must be me

"so--"

Nightmare, staring at Pegasus.

"How I wish that you, or him, would be my meaning."

The young Nightmare drew his sword, with ancient etiquette in mind.

"bring it on."

Needless to say.

Margaret raised the sword and gun in her hand.

The next moment, swords, spears and knives slammed together!

Chapter 250 Chapter 80: Challenges from the Past

There is no doping of any Originium skills.

The confrontation between the two, in an instant, with steel, martial arts, and flesh, made a clanging sound that was so pure that it made the scalp tingle!

2 minutes.

5 minutes.

10 minutes!

For a full 10 minutes, it was as if thunder were raging in the arena. In the devastation, there were still two groups of hurricanes, shining with cold light, colliding with each other.

Not even the best-selling action movies can present such an astonishing spectacle.

Wu.

The collision between Nightmare and Pegasus conveyed the shock of "Wu" to every viewer.

"Really, excellent."

Markowitz couldn't help admiring.

Titus on the side didn't speak again after the game started.

Markowitz's emotion seemed to make him let go of something unconsciously.

Titus breathed a sigh of relief.

"...I have never seen the martial skill of that nightmare."

He concluded: "Seems kind of like a knight of war, but not quite the same—huh?"

Titus' gaze suddenly moved away from the arena.

It was incredible, what could have distracted him from such an exciting fight?

"What's the matter, Lord Titus."

Markowitz, who noticed this, was also a little surprised.

Titus pondered for a while: "An unexpected audience appeared, so the rumors that night may be true."

Following Titus' gaze, Markowitz turned his head.

His complexion changed quietly.

"How's it going, Rhyme? How's that for the first time watching a Major so close?"

At the end of the auditorium, a silver light stood.

His incomparable sense of presence is now overwhelmed by the cheers and applause of the audience, failing to set off a storm.

And beside him, there was a heavyweight standing there with a kind smile.

"...disgusting."

"What makes you so disgusted?"

Rhyme was silent.

The smile on Ms. Russell's face deepened: "I see,"

"Then let's just talk about martial arts, how about? Nightmare and Pegasus."

"...I have to admit, it's wonderful."

Lime said in a deep voice: "That nightmare horse is not battle-tested, but a certain obsession gave birth to him and made him a real warrior."

"As for Margaret..."

After deliberating for a while, he said, "She has changed a lot."

"Oh?"

"You should have noticed it earlier than me, Grandmaster."

"She's a lot different than she used to be," Rhyme said.

"In this way, when you apologize, you can also be sincere?"

"...I was convinced."

Rhyme's response was somewhat embarrassing, but also very serious.

At the same time, the situation on the field changed.

The two people who seemed to have no need to breathe, and the two who seemed to have no bottom line in physical strength, stopped their movements after another confrontation.

The entanglement between the hurricanes came to an abrupt end.

"What a sword skill, Tianma."

"Assignment."

"You make people...extremely exciting...As my original goal, you did not disappoint me!"

Tuo La whispered: "Did you know? According to legend, Khan once lost to a Pegasus with golden blood."

"After knowing this legend, I have always been curious...whether there is really a Kuranta with golden blood."

"Sorry, as you can see, the blood on my cheeks is just an ordinary red."

Margaret replied softly.

The small wound on her face scratched by the blade was indeed bleeding red.

Tuola turned the long handle: "The warm-up is over, Yao Knight."

"I'm convinced that you're not in vain, so—"

For a moment, it seemed as if time stopped.

After recovering, most of the audience realized that their breathing had stopped.

The feeling of suffocation tightly gripped their lungs.

fear.

It doesn't need embellishment, anyone can realize that it's an emotion called fear.

But why?

"Let this reality make way for me!"

——Suddenly, following Tola's roar, Margaret used her spell subconsciously for the first time on the field.

The gorgeous brilliance, at this moment, seemed to have a tinge of undeniable intensity, tearing apart the envelopment of the night.

But even so, in the face of this brilliance, the young Nightmare still stood firm.

Knight athletics.

sports.

After all, it's just competition.

But at this moment, facing the young nightmare, Margaret noticed a difference.

It was like the difference she had noticed in many powerful enemies before.

Something invisible rolled around Nightmare.

She heard the wailing and roaring of the infected.

She saw the bones and flesh of the rebels.

She saw the dying struggle.

She saw the brutality of the natural disaster.

——That is, the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood that the young Nightmare had never experienced.

However, his pure bloodline made him innately know how to control fear.

"A young hunter embarks on a journey to heaven... to the other side of gold..."

An ancient ballad, ringing from the source of fear.

For the vast majority of viewers, this is like a leisurely ballad in a horror movie, accompanied by the wanton slaughter of a murderer.

Uncoordinated feelings will only make them more at a loss.

However, Margaret heard something different.

"Holding a halberd stained red with the blood of blood relatives, drowning in scarlet sorrow..."

It was an ancient language, and Margaret couldn't understand the meaning of the lyrics.

But she could hear the sadness in the singing.

The young nightmare is telling the story of the past with ancient singing.

Immediately, the young Nightmare stepped forward.

"--what!"

The turbulent air waves rolled up the artificial turf.

This knife is extremely sharp.

Unexpectedly, Shengsheng split the sun wheel rising in the center of the arena, and beat Margaret, who was evenly matched with him just now, and retreated in embarrassment!

However, no one cheered for this brilliant cut.

It seemed that everyone was immersed in that... unspeakable emotion.

Suddenly Titus stood up.

"Lord Titus?"

Markowitz looked at him.

"That knife—"

Titus' voice was a little hoarse: "Ordinary knights face each other, they are dead."

"……what?"

Markowitz was a little dazed.

"He's serious."

That's all Titus sums it up.

"...the real deal."

Rhyme commented.

Ms. Russell just shook her head regretfully: "It's just a lost child, poor...huh?"

She noticed that there were some changes in the referee's seat and the commentary seat.

"Really? Are you sure? This is too—"

After pinching the microphone, Mobu, who had just been notified, looked at the staff around him in disbelief.

But after getting an affirmative answer, he could only bite the bullet and turn on the microphone again.

"—Sudden situation! The spell released by Nightmare Knight just now is considered to have affected the audience and the referee! This clearly violates the third and seventh rules of the knight competition rules!"