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Chapter 37 0037: Duelist

[The fury of the orc can no longer be contained, he challenges you, if you fail, it will seriously affect the morale of the team. 】

The two sides confronted each other across the [Lubeck River].

Ken stepped onto the bridge with a steel sword in his hand, every step of Feilang left pale scratches, expressing his fighting spirit with a low bark.

The bulk of the Parmelo boar begged for mercy.

The orc leader's hatchet struck the shield repeatedly, and the friction of steel produced tiny sparks.

His killing intent was constantly revealed.

"A little thing from the South."

The orc's legs were clamped, and the wild boar slammed into the stone bridge and charged forward, with its fangs pointed forward.

Feilang was not afraid. It stepped on the stone railing of the bridge, its gray hair turned into a streamer, and its roar could not catch up with the passing shadows.

The two sides kept getting closer.

This is a contest between Thunder and Mountain.

"Be careful, you're just a bug." The orc grinned grinningly, drooling, taking the opponent's dodge as fear. "You'd better never get into it."

His mount was still brave, clearing everything in front of him.

The orc swung his round shield, and the steel blades blew a hurricane, and the ax hidden behind was the sharp weapon for splitting heads.

Ken drove the falling wolf, dodging the impact while moving.

The steel sword pulled out an arc in the gap, and slashed at the opponent's gauntlet, and the lock armguard shot out sparks, completing a duel in the blink of an eye.

Light and fast, the wolf king pounced on the wild boar, piercing its skin with sharp claws.

Ken couldn't break through the orc's defense, so he simply inserted the steel sword into the wild boar's wound, in exchange for a mournful roar.

He was like a ship capsized by the waves.

Both the man and the wolf were sent flying to the rear, and the positions of the two sides were switched.

The cheering sounds of the bandits were extremely unpleasant and uneven, the snow lizard was strangled and could not move forward, and the minions who were eager to try were knocking on the metal.

Ken adjusted his position slowly.

After several rounds of extremely thrilling interlacing, Feilang finally bit the wild boar's neck after jumping once, the limbs stuck together, the fangs were firmly embedded in the flesh, and the sharp claws peeled off the skin repeatedly.

Ken covered his whole body with blue flames.

He threw himself on the opponent's saddle, pretended to snatch the reins, lifted his foot to avoid a slash, and pushed the man out with his sword.

Two figures rolled down on the stone bridge, covered in snow and mud.

Before Ken could get up in time, the shield magnified in front of his eyes. He only felt pain in his bones, and his surroundings became dizzy.

"Face me!"

The orcs shouted to take advantage of the victory and pursue.

Ken raised his sword, plunged into the ground to slow down, and opened a deep scratch. He dodged the attack sideways, and cut into the opponent's space again. The storm of steel blades tore through the defense.

"You're not bad!"

The orc's ax drew a distance between the two sides.

Ken gripped the hilt of his sword.

He could feel the blade of the sword becoming hot due to friction, and just as he was about to continue to fight and break through, his back shivered.

whoosh-

Two sharp arrows with tricky angles flew over from behind.

Because the distance was too close, one of them barely avoided, and the other brushed against his thigh.

"Despicable, this is a battle of desecration, the old gods are ashamed of you!"

Quema yelled.

He stood up and wanted to draw the bowstring, but the orc had already stuck close to him, and there was no suitable angle to support him.

Ken really didn't expect that the opponent would actually harass the heads-up.

[Challenges are about morale. A team with a bad style will be excited by dirty means, and a team that advocates honor will be encouraged by honest behavior. 】

"There is a flaw!"

There was a thunder-like roar in his ear, and then his abdomen throbbed, and he was sent flying out with a collision.

The orcs quickly chased forward!

He raised his round shield high and smashed it sideways.

There was a very clear bone cracking sound from Ken's right arm, and the fingers holding the weapon loosened weakly.

The bandit camp is laughing and shouting. They enjoy the violent scenes, love the despicable methods, and they will shout loudly when the opponent is in a desperate situation.

The wolves in Ke'e Village could no longer hold back...

The soldiers were anxious and angry, and there was anger in everyone's eyes.

"You are so stubborn."

The orc pressed his knee against Ken's chest while stepping on his other healthy arm. This execution action can greatly increase the fear of the dead.

But the human being in front of him just didn't want to groan, neither begging for mercy nor cursing.

"I've killed a lot of tough guys like you, it's so boring, I like to hear those people beg for mercy, and then, like this..."

The orc turned his back to the sun, his whole face was terribly gloomy, and he raised his ax high.

"Hey, you know what..."

Ken was lying on the ground, spitting blood on his side.

"A lot of things have tried to kill me."

When he turned around, his face was still calm, death is something you can get used to.

He is not afraid of death, nor will he yield to any test.

The corner of the orc's eyes twitched, and the aggrieved feeling prompted him to listen to what the last words of the dying man had to say.

As a result, there was only a fluttering cold snort and a touch of sarcasm.

"You won't be the one who succeeds, but you are the one who talks the most."

"Chop Suey, die for me!"

The orc was completely enraged, his thick eyelids were bloodshot, and the ax was about to chop it off!
However, the vigilance gained from fighting for many years made him stop his movements.

Ken's right arm, which was originally fractured and dislocated, has recovered. The steel sword, like a cold lightning bolt, flashed across the opponent's face. After a while, lines of blood passed through the eyes, bringing deafening screams.

It's a pity, if the other party didn't stop, they could have directly blocked their throats.

Ken's waist and abdomen exerted strength, and he kicked the orc down with his legs and feet.

Ow—

Feilang didn't know when he came here, and threw the orc whose sight was blocked to the ground. His sharp claws cut through the leather protective gear, and his fangs stuck to the top of his throat. He sank deeply, and blood gushed out .

The Parmelo boar was right behind it...

It was also dripping with blood, and it went crazy and wanted to kill everyone.

Ken flashed out from the shadows, and almost crossed Feilang. He moved decisively, and the flame spread along his right arm to the entire steel sword.

The incomplete blade pierced through the air and landed in front of the wild boar's head.

He felt a trace of resistance, pierced through the extremely tough cortex, and pierced into the soft tissue from a weak and boneless place.

I barely moved, but the huge inertia sent the prey to the sword!
Ken let go of his hand, the huge Parmenro wild boar shook its head violently, staggered, rolled down like an overturned chariot, and directly pressed on the orc's corpse, its limbs twitched for a moment, and its own Together with the master, they will sleep forever in a pool of blood.

[The battle is over, reputation X120, injury X1, some loot. 】

(End of this chapter)