hero?it must be me

"..."

Sure enough, it worked.

Holding a bloody spear in his left hand and a giant ax in his right, Dikaiopolis stared closely at Zheng Qi.

His consideration was correct. Compared with physical attacks, his blood spells could do more damage to Zheng Qi.

In this way, there is no chance of winning.

In less than 3 minutes of the contest, Dicaiopolis had already noticed.

Technically, he has the upper hand.

As long as there are means that can cause real harm to Zheng Qi, then the scale of victory and defeat in this battle should change.

Today, the advantage is mine.

Thinking of this, Dicaopolis no longer hesitated.

The blood spear in his hand suddenly turned into a surging tornado.

Feeling the restlessness of the blood in his body and the familiar pain, Dikaiopolis did not change his face, but silently urged the power to appear here.

In the blink of an eye, the bloody tornado condensed into a spear more than one meter long.

Surrounding the standing blood knight, these blood-colored spears were like a fence separating the inside and the outside, and fell straight to the ground.

Dicaiopolis reached out and drew one of the handles.

Before becoming a knight again, he had never received any decent combat training.

In terms of combat, basically after becoming a knight, you learn while fighting.

But even so, he still stood here, bearing the title of defending champion and the title of Blood Knight.

Dicaopolis was a born warrior - no one would doubt that.

And at this moment, his fighting ability, which was like a gift from heaven, made him choose the most advantageous fighting method when facing Zheng Qi.

"Whoosh-"

The spear of blood broke through the curtain of smoke and dust.

"—Boom!"

Then, it pierced Zheng Qi's right shoulder precisely.

That voice was like a bull reaching its horns!

—It's throwing a gun.

For the Minoans who still retain the tradition of proving their valor through hunting, even children have learned how to throw weapons at their prey.

Throwing a gun is one of the few skills that Dicaopolis was good at before coming to Casimir.

Due to Dikaiopolis' voluntary retreat just now, there is now a distance of nearly ten meters between Zheng Qi and him.

This distance, for Dikaiopolis, is completely enough to throw all the dozens of bloody spears around him!

"Hiss hiss—"

The continuous sound of breaking wind.

"——Bang bang bang bang bang!"

A dull sound followed.

Two completely different voices are intertwined like this.

As if there was no time to dodge at all, in less than ten seconds, with the throwing of Dikaiopolis, the bloody spears were thrown out under the force enough to shake Zheng Qi's body. .

It was as if arrows of black iron were baptizing Zheng Qi's body.

When Dikaiopolis' body became wider again, Zheng Qi's entire front, except for the head, and the entire upper body were almost covered with the spears of the blood coagulation tool.

Dikaiopolis did not kill him, and he had no grudges against Zheng Qi.

But within the scope of not killing anyone, he didn't show mercy either.

From anyone's point of view, this is a serious injury that must be treated immediately.

However, that man...

Zheng Qi, he was still standing there.

At a distance of nearly ten meters, he didn't take a single step forward while being bombarded by the spear.

But at the same time, he never retreated even half a point!

He just stood there straight.

"Well... after the spell, it's throwing a spear. Why did you suddenly use a long-range weapon?"

Zheng Qi stretched out his hand, and in front of everyone, calmly pulled out a bloody spear embedded in his left pectoralis major with his left hand.

He didn't even look at it carefully, he just tossed it aside.

Zheng Qi kept looking at Dikaiopolis.

It's as if Dicaopolis never takes his attention away from him from beginning to end.

Therefore, when Dicaiopolis saw with his own eyes that the wound several centimeters deep that should have been pierced by his own spear was intact in an instant, without leaving a scar, he heard Zheng Qi was laughing.

"Do you hate melee combat so much, Dicaopolis?"

Chapter 256 Chapter 86: I saw an extremely rare picture

To Zheng Qi's words, Dikaiopolis' response was to condense a new blood spear again.

(It's not just a spell that hardens the surface of the body, it's also good at healing...)

In Dicaiopolis' mind, the scene that he had just witnessed with his own eyes was tumbling.

Healing spells are not such a rare Originium skill.

However, since it is a kind of spell, it is inevitable that there will be a difference between superior and inferior, and there will also be a limit.

An excellent healer can indeed exert healing spells that almost bring the dead back to life, but that is often only possible when all kinds of harsh conditions are met.

Dicaiopolis had seen many healers, not only in medical institutions, but also among competitive knights, there were actually some people who could use healing spells.

But no matter which side it was, Dikaiopolis had never seen anyone who could exert healing spells as effectively as Zheng Qi.

In just the blink of an eye, the seriously injured body can be restored to an intact state.

Rather than a healing spell, it's more like going back in time.

What kind of attainments do you need to have in healing spells to achieve this level?

Dikaiopolis didn't know, he had never studied healing spells after all.

However, there is one thing he is very clear about.

In this way, it will be more difficult than expected to defeat Zheng Qi.

——When he conceived the scene of the battle between the two, he had already looked up to Zheng Qi as much as possible.

However, after actually handing it over to him, he realized that he had underestimated this man after all.

However, it has not yet reached the point of helplessness.

His own blood spell can cause real damage to Zheng Qi, as long as he has this as a foundation, he will still have the power to fight.

No matter how superb the healing spell is, it still has to follow the basic laws of Originium technology.

In Dicaiopolis' view, Zheng Qi, who is unarmed, is obviously the same as him, relying on the components of the origin stone in his body to perform the origin stone skill, rather than relying on the formal unit of the operation.

In this way, every time Zheng Qi casts the astonishing healing spells and protective spells, it will inevitably increase his physical burden.

Of course, the same is true of Dicaopolis.

In other words, in Dicaiopolis' consideration, from this moment on, one of the keys to determine the outcome of this game is to see who can persist more.

That is to say-

"Whoosh!"

The bloody spear shot towards Zheng Qi again!

——Dicaeopolis will never allow Zheng Qi to shorten the distance between the two sides easily.

After receiving such a response, the smile on Zheng Qi's face became even brighter.

He took a step forward, unaware of the bloody spear that hit his body suddenly, the golden flame quietly embraced his muscles, and the bloody spears embedded in his body suddenly began to shoot one after another. fall down.

It was Zheng Qi's rapidly growing flesh and blood, which was forcibly repelling and squeezing out these foreign objects that did not belong to his body.

Neither the mighty strength of Dikaiopolis nor the sharpness of the blood spear could stop Zheng Qi from moving forward.

Realizing that Zheng Qi's charge could not be restrained by throwing a spear alone, Dikaiopolis also took a step forward without hesitation.

The chase begins.

"...I saw an extremely rare picture."

Titus sighed suddenly.

Markowitz looked at him.

Aware of the doubts in Markowitz's sight, Titus explained: "The Blood Knight has always adopted an upright and oppressive style of play in games, with strong strength, excellent reflexes, a tough body and as if Bottomless stamina, even if the magic part is excluded, just looking at the physical ability and martial arts, the blood knight has a level enough to bear the name of the great knight."

"If you want to find a great knight who can completely surpass him in these two aspects, if you count down the history of knight competitions, I am afraid that only the black knight can do it."

"Therefore, in many cases, the Blood Knight will not use spells in the game. On the one hand, it is a typical double-edged sword for him as an infected person; on the other hand... it is because it is unnecessary."

"Even if he doesn't rely on spells, he is still eligible to compete for the championship of the Special Championship."

"However, such a blood knight is now like an ordinary magician, relying on the power of magic to deal with people..."

Titus' tone was a little low, and Markowitz seemed to be able to hear a hint of dumbfounding in that tone.

"I never imagined that I would one day see such a grotesque sight."

The same idea also appeared in the minds of most of the audience.

Have they ever seen the blood knight fighting in such a way?

But the reality is that.

At a distance of about ten meters, under the swift footsteps of Zheng Qi and Dikaiopolis, not much has changed.

Relying on Ripple's heroic will to strengthen his body, Zheng Qi, who couldn't wait to hit Dikaiopolis's head twice, followed closely.

But Dicaiopolis really has no shortcomings.

Even the agility and speed are so excellent.

Zheng Qi was not chasing recklessly, he was always trying to narrow the range of Dikaiopolis' movement, trying to suppress Dicaopolis' activity space.

but--

"A born fighter."

Rem, who was staring at the arena, suddenly commented.

"That Fengtu obviously doesn't have much experience in this kind of situation, but he hasn't made any mistakes until now."

Yes.

For the oppression brought by Zheng Qi, Dikaiopolis actually made a seemingly quite sophisticated response. He is a member of the Fengshou tribe with strong feet, and he really didn't take a step between you and me. Step into the "trap" set by Zheng Qi.

Those who don't know will probably think that Dicaopolis is a character who is good at wrestling.

But in fact, a person as knowledgeable as Rhyme understood it at the first sight.

Dicaiopolis relied on nothing but instinct.

Just like the deer in the forest will avoid the pursuit of the hunter cleverly, every move is out of the throbbing desire to survive.

What really moved Rhyme was the fact that [Dicaiopolis has never made a mistake so far].

However, for this battle, just [not making mistakes] is not enough.

When the chase lasted for about 3 minutes and the two men almost walked the entire arena, the turning point of the battle came quietly.

"hiss!"