The audience in the stands did not expect that Downton would "instantly kill" his opponent again. They were all stunned. It took more than ten seconds for them to react, and then huge cheers erupted from the sky above the arena.
The ladies also screamed without restraint and cheered for Downton.
"This young man is very good." Marquis Boas applauded and ordered his servant, "Go and buy 10,000 gold coins and bet that he will win the next game."
Dofink smiled bitterly, Downton seemed to be unable to leave for the time being.
"The dagger in his hand should be a perfect one, right?" Marquis Boas commented, "Otherwise, it would be impossible to cut off the opponent's weapon with one blow."
"The Marquis has such a wise vision." A nobleman immediately flattered him.
"Although the weapons are good, the people who use them are even better. Their courage and timing of attacks are very precise." Marquis Boas showed a proud smile and explained the game in the tone of a veteran, "That mercenary
In fact, it wasn't bad. When the scimitar broke, he took a step back and tried to distance himself, but it was a pity that Downton didn't give him a chance."
The nobles applauded Downton, and some of them looked at the dagger in his hand curiously, whispering, guessing its origin from its forging style.
They don't have any covetous look. Those who can sit in the VIP seats are all rich nobles, and most of them have real aristocratic temperament and family dignity. They are not shameless enough to take advantage of other people's good things.
Of course, a perfect-level dagger is not worth tearing their faces to do such a thing. Only guys like Liszt who have never seen the world will be so greedy that they want to seize any treasure they see.
Doshaf's face was so gloomy that he almost dripped with ink.
"A bunch of idiots, how did you choose this person?" Ram cursed in a low voice, "Why are you still standing there? Let a third person appear? If you can't kill Downton today, just go die!"
The two supervisors were sweating profusely and left quickly to arrange the next game.
Downton stood behind the mercenary, and Xue Yu put it on his neck. With just a gentle pull, he could end his life.
The mercenary also understood his situation. He simply raised his hands and said, "I admit defeat!"
Downton didn't hear anything and looked up at the night sky. Although the whole audience was cheering for him, he couldn't feel any happiness because the guys he wanted to beat up the most were sitting in the stands without any support.
punish.
"I give up, please, don't kill me." He didn't hear the movement behind him. Especially when he felt that the dagger seemed to be tightened, compressing the throat even more, the mercenary was so frightened that he peed, with tears and snot flowing out.
Only at the moment of death did he realize that he was so timid and eager to live.
Haha, there was a roar of laughter in the stands, the mercenary looked really embarrassed.
"How dare you call yourself a magician like you are?"
"Yeah, I don't know how you rose to the third level!"
The audience laughed at the mercenary. There were not many opportunities to laugh at a magician in public, so they ridiculed him unscrupulously.
"Go away!" Downton kicked the mercenary on the back, knocking him over. Then he looked at the fence, and a scarred man walked out with a two-handed sword on his shoulders.
"Boy, you are so crazy!" The scarred man stared at Downton, coughed up thick phlegm, and spit it on the ground.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" Jackson ran back panting, and after approaching the fence, he took off the warrior's saber hanging from his waist and threw it at Downton with all his strength.
"Where did you die?" Hu Tao kicked Jackson, then pointed at the roll of silk he was holding, curious, "What is this?"
"Battle flag!" Jackson replied with an apologetic smile, quickly unrolled the roll of silk, tied it to a three-meter-long wooden pole, and raised it.
The flag roared and fluttered in the night wind. There were two gorgeous and dazzling magic flame characters written on it. Under the reflection of the stars, it seemed to be burning. Needless to say, it must have been written by Homer.
"Master, Wan Sheng!"
It has to be said that Jackson's talent for flattery was definitely pushed to its limit. This kind of compliment made the miners around him stunned.
The eyes of the nobles were also attracted and fell on the flag. The word 'Wan Sheng' indeed showed domineering and glory, but coupled with Downton's two victories just now, it also complemented it quite well.
Abagon opened his mouth wide, stared at Jackson in astonishment, and then sighed, no wonder he is an undead, but he can still be prosperous next to a paladin, without being purified, without being beaten, this kneeling and licking
The effort is enough to completely destroy yourself.
Downton covered his cheeks and didn't want to look anymore. Jackson's behavior made him feel so embarrassed.
"This is good, Jackson, you are so considerate." Hutao didn't feel any shame at all. He felt that the flag was very cool, and only these two words were worthy of his brother, so he snatched it from Jackson's hand.
The little loli jumped onto the railing, grabbed the flagpole with both hands, and waved it hard.
"Brother, come on, beat them up!"
Although Hu Tao has a childish voice, the noise around her cannot suppress her at all, and it echoes clearly in the arena.
Jackson gave Abagon another one. He knelt on one knee near the railing, stretched out his hands, and protected the little Lolita in a very dog-like way. There was an appropriate look of worry on his face, "Little master, be careful.
"
Downton put the shower back into the scabbard and caught the warrior saber with a snap.
Bang, fireworks exploded in the sky, and the third game began.
"Boy, I will twist your head off." Although he said cruel words to stimulate Downton, the scar-faced man did not attack, but stood cautiously, wanting to defend first and test his opponent's attack.
Downton's two crushing battles just now really frightened the scar-faced man.
"What a waste. He was killed without even trying out his opponent's fighting routine and style." The scar-faced man cursed secretly. When he was thinking about his tactics, the young man on the opposite side had already come over aggressively and started fighting with him.
It is completely different to expect a stalemate.
"Since you don't attack, then I will!"
Downton ejected, and after rushing within ten yards of the scar-faced man, he suddenly launched a giant charge. His whole body was like a powerful arrow, with an afterimage, appearing in front of his opponent in the blink of an eye, slashing with his saber.
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Giant slaying!
Well, the saber was wrapped in magic energy, and like a thunderbolt, it quickly struck the scar-faced man's neck.
The scar-faced man was shocked. Four soul shields popped out in an instant. While blocking the saber, his body retreated violently. Downton's aura was so strong that he did not dare to resist. He wanted to distance himself and dodge.
Get through this round of offensive.
Boom, the saber struck a translucent ball, directly breaking most of it into pieces.
"Judgment level martial arts?" Some knowledgeable magicians among the nobles couldn't help but exclaimed. Being able to destroy the soul shield with one strike is definitely a powerful martial skill.
"Damn it, I was tricked by those overseers, the intelligence was wrong." The scarred man's eyes almost popped out of his head in shock, but as a tough guy who has been on the battlefield for a long time, he has not given up the fight yet.
Downton chased after him, waving his hand and stabbing him again.
Giant Seal!
Well, the magic energy surged, forming a huge magic energy saber. Even though the scar-faced man retreated eight meters, he was still enveloped.
Boom, the saber hit the ground, dust flew up, gravel splashed, some hit the wall, making a thumping sound.
The scar-faced man was trapped in the dust. Not only was he choked and coughing, but his vision was also blocked. Just as he was about to exit, the sixth sense he had developed through years of fighting made him feel something was wrong. He struck out with a backhand sword and blocked the shield behind him.
Downton struck behind the scarred man and killed him again.
The two-handed sword was shattered by the saber, and then another shield was chopped off by Downton's three-stage combo.
As soon as the scar-faced man turned around, Downton changed positions again, stamped his right foot on the ground, and activated Giant Trample.
The scar-faced man, who had expected it, jumped back with all his strength, trying to distance himself as quickly as possible, but he soon found that he had fallen into the opponent's plan.
"This is what you've been waiting for!"
Downton twisted his waist and swung his arms, holding the warrior's saber, soared into the air, and activated the giant windmill. His whole body was like a rotating saw, slashing at the scar-faced man.
Because the killing speed was too fast, the blade tore through the air and made a whirring sound.
The scar-faced man was in the air with nowhere to borrow power and nowhere to hide. He could only block the shield and two-handed sword in front of him and pray to the goddess of luck to block the blow.
Bang, bang, bang!
There was a dense explosion of impact, and twelve windmill kills completely shattered the remaining soul shield of the scar-faced man, and the swords in both hands were also blown away.
"No!" The scar-faced man with the middle door wide open begged for mercy in fear, but it was already too late.
The warrior's saber penetrated the scarred man's left shoulder from top to bottom, cut open his chest, and exited from his thigh.
Downton landed on the ground, flicked his wrist, shook off the blood stains, and slowly put the knife into its sheath.
Behind him, the scarred man's chopped-in-half body fell from the air, his internal organs and blood spilled all over the floor, and the smell of blood filled the air.
The whole place was silent, and everyone was stunned. They didn't expect that facing an opponent with a fourth-level soul, Downton could still kill him perfectly in an instant.
"It's so, so amazing." After the shock, Marquis Boas clapped, and the others also slowed down and gave Downton the warmest applause.
Doshaf's face was so dark that his expression could no longer be discerned.
"Are you trying to kill me?" Ram was going crazy. What kind of rubbish magicians did they find? They couldn't even break down Downton's defense.
"Big brother is an invincible hero and can win every battle!" Hutao's excited cheeks turned red and she waved the flag to cheer for Downton.
"Barnetta, you can't kill him if you go. We all have to bear the wrath of Chief Dosav!" Ram had no choice but to play his trump card. If he couldn't make a comeback, he felt that he would lose his position as the mine's chief engineer.
"Yeah." Barnetta clenched his fists. He really couldn't let Downton continue his winning streak. As for the opponent's strength, he didn't take it seriously yet. (To be continued...)
