Altar of the Colosseum.

"Sorry, I thought you set up a trap. It seems to be a fair bet." The illusionist said casually.

The sharpshooter sat on the ground, too shocked to speak, his neck stretched out like a turtle, and his eyes showed a delay in thinking.

"That sword... can it be used in that way?!" The sharpshooter pressed his cowboy hat and complained loudly, "He must be juggling!"

"This guy's tactics have changed a lot. Do you think this tactics is a newly developed one by him?" the illusionist asked.

The hunter is a leader on the first level of the dance. They have seen his battles several times and have some impressions of him.

In previous battles, the hunter's son-in-law sword was a weapon that was chosen between two before the battle began. When faced with opponents of different sizes and fighting styles, the heavy sword or the internal long sword was used depending on the situation, and then coordinated

The musket fires once a minute to suppress the opponent.

Hunter's fighting style has always been famous for its calmness and precision. Whether using a heavy sword or a long sword, his shots are very cautious, and his control of timing and angles is also very exquisite.

The veteran melee experience, coupled with the mid-to-long-range musket, allows the hunter to have good suppressive power against any opponent.

But there were no exceptions in these battles. He fought with only one weapon throughout the entire battle. This was the first time he used two weapons in the same battle like just now.

"It feels like the style has changed so much." The sharpshooter muttered, holding his chin.

"Should I say he has become cunning? Did he develop this style of play recently?" Under the illusionist's exquisite golden mask, there was a confused expression, and her confusion was also reflected in her tone.

The sharpshooter glanced at her and said, "It's not that simple. In such a fast attack, can you use your brain?"

The illusionist immediately understood what the sharpshooter meant. A real battle is not a chess game, it is not a round of calculations between you and me, but a quick attack based on reaction speed, timing control, angle psychology and other factors.

Fancy weapons can indeed produce more flexible moves, but they are often flashy.

Just like Miyamoto Musashi's Niten-ichi, there are indeed many moves, but after being held with one hand, the power of the slash is greatly weakened, and the advantages of changing moves and tactics must be used to make up for this shortcoming.

To use Niten Yiyi in actual combat, you must have a huge advantage over your opponent in terms of reaction speed and intuitive calculation.

And that requires not only natural divine power, but also superhuman reflexes. People with that kind of condition may be able to kill their opponents faster with real and simple sword moves, and there is no need to learn the fancy two-day first-class swordsmanship.

From the illusionist's point of view, the hunter's tactics were considered practical before, but now they are more like...well...just like the sharpshooter said, like juggling.

But this set of acrobatics is really amazing and beautiful.

"It's indeed a bit powerful, but just watch." The sharpshooter reminded, "The fun has just begun."

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Zhou Ming was very grateful for the body left behind by the original owner. This body was very familiar with the feeling of wielding a sword and had excellent reflexes.

It was with these excellent basic conditions that he had enough time to think about how to maximize the power of this weird heavy sword.

Facts have proved that his idea was right.

The power and slow attack speed of the epee, and the swiftness and low power of the straight sword, give the two weapons completely different combat rhythms.

And constantly using two weapons alternately can perfectly interrupt the opponent's sense of adaptation to the fighting rhythm, and even interfere with the opponent's fighting ideas.

"Will he use a heavy sword or a long sword?" - If the opponent only thinks about this question once before each action, the rhythm of the battle will be completely ruined.

"when!"

The loud sound of metal being hit by heavy objects!

Zhou Ming was distracted for only a moment, but the werewolf raised his foot like lightning and kicked him in the abdomen.

Although this kick was successfully blocked by him with his heavy sword, the huge impact still kicked him more than ten meters away.

After flying upside down in the air for a certain distance, Zhou Ming turned around and fell straight into the dead wood next to him.

The first thing to hit the ground was his back, and his spine made an unhealthy muffled sound. Everything in the outside world began to spin in Zhou Ming's eyes, and the world was spinning in an instant.

His body rolled on the ground, withered thorns and branches scratching his cheeks. His chest was so tight from the impact that he couldn't control the rhythm of his breathing.

Just holding the weapon tightly while rolling had exhausted all his concentration.

After feeling dizzy for a while, he struggled to control his balance, hurriedly holding on to the ground and standing up with his feet on the ground.

His first reaction after standing up was to hide behind the big tree nearby.

There was no reason, I just felt that I would be attacked.

Sure enough, the moment he ducked behind the tree, the crisp sound of the tree trunk breaking and breaking reached his ears.

From behind the big tree came the deep breathing of the beast. The breathing was full of anger, with the frenzy of madness and injury.

Zhou Ming was suddenly startled, his whole body felt cold, and an unspeakable chill enveloped his whole body.

What's going on? Hasn't the winner already been decided?

The amount of bleeding just now should have exceeded half of the opponent's total blood volume. Any creature will lose its combat effectiveness after losing so much blood! How can he still launch such a powerful attack?!

"Ho ho ho!! I'm going to kill you!"

The werewolf roared and uttered human words.

Zhou Ming did not hesitate and hid behind the dense trees, using the trees as cover and dragging his sword.

The sword cut across the soil, making a squeaking sound, and the chaotic footsteps of wild beasts followed behind.

The opponent's speed was extremely fast, and he did not dare to look at the werewolf behind him. He could only look at the people outside the woods.

Zhou Ming's eyes passed through the jungle and fell on the people watching outside.

Full Vision helped him gain the vision of onlookers outside the forest. Through the eyes of a spectator, he saw the beast following closely behind him!

Under the red moonlight, the huge scarlet wolf cut through the thorns, and the thick trees were as fragile as chopsticks in his hands.

The opponent used his hands and feet, his fangs and limbs at the same time. He swept down a tree with one hand and held on tightly. Suddenly he opened his big mouth, leaned his neck forward, and bit the tree as thick as a bowl in one bite!

The amazing biting force is no different from the cutting machine in the factory!

The werewolf's right hand grasped the broken tree and used it as a tool to clear obstacles. The bloody beast eyes stared at Zhou Ming's back with murderous intent in his eyes!

Zhou Ming was speechless, feeling that it was very troublesome, and secretly cursed a few words in his mind.

He must quickly return to the crowd, this is not a suitable place for full vision!

Zhou Ming ran quickly through the gaps in the trees, and the werewolf cleared the obstacles in his own way!

If it weren't for the fact that the dense forest was not suitable for large creatures, I'm afraid the werewolf would have rushed in front of him.

Finally, Zhou Ming returned to his original place.

At the same time, behind him, dead trees fell and with a loud sound of splintering, a huge figure jumped high from the forest and landed heavily under the light of the red moon.
Chapter completed!