It's not the protagonist, what does it matter if you are trapped in the Shura field

Chapter 35 Magic Attack
Boom, boom, boom!

The sound of metal and iron clashing with weapons echoed in the wind.

Four outstanding fighters are fighting in the arena.

People no longer cared about the sudden departure of the princess, only the current battle between the strong and the unpredictable outcome made people even more excited.

"The four contestants are actually swordsmen. I have been to many cities with the princess, and this is the first time I have encountered such a situation!"

Adam mobilized his emotions in the stands and said.

"This makes it difficult to find restraint between each other. Only the one with more superb swordsmanship is eligible to stand on the stage of the decisive battle!"

Ryan exhaled hot air, and there was no trace of impurity in his clear eyes looking at Cass.

"You are so strong, stronger than any opponent I have encountered before."

Cass waved his sword and smiled, "You will be the future ace of the guild."

Strictly speaking, Cass did not belong to the category of young contestants, but at the request of the guild and the Royal Knights, he still agreed to participate.

As the trump card of Baigang Town, he didn't intend to win the championship brazenly, and he didn't mind paving the way for the younger generation, but after seeing the other three people using their own swords one after another, if he hides again, it will be a disservice to everyone. No respect anymore.

Rowe probably also saw what Cass was thinking.

While sweating for Ryan, his side seemed less intense.

Or rather, only Luke is being intense.

"We can see... Luke seems to be a little impatient, but he can't be blamed for it. Anyone else, facing a guy who is not afraid of lightning at all, I'm afraid I can't help but be dumbfounded."

Luke stopped and looked at Rowe, out of breath.

After consecutive attempts to no avail, if the host hadn't reminded him, he might have really lost his temper.

What a joke, this guy is actually immune to lightning! ?
But Luke Mainz is a seasoned swordsman after all. After calming down, he realized that the key to the problem was the bloated cloak of the opponent. Because of this, the range of the opponent's sword became very restrained. , as if unable to cast it.

Then it's just a gamble.

Otherwise, if the battle continues at this pace, I will undoubtedly fall into a disadvantage when my magic power is exhausted first.

Taking a deep breath, Luke put the sword across his side again, sending out a thunderbolt.

"Take the sword."

Approaching at a speed that is difficult to catch, his figure lives up to the name of "Ben Lei", and he wields his own skills derived from swordsmanship.

Luo Wei raised the sword to the middle.

He intends to respond in the same way, and with the help of Anining, he has also developed a lot of unique sword skills.

"Running Thunder Attack"!
"Ripple Sword·Slash Shield"!
Luke's lightning-covered sword struck the round shield formed by tight circles, and the thunder light reflected on the faces of the two teenagers. For the first time, Luke showed a stern smile on his face.

Sure enough, he wasn't completely safe.

At this moment, Rovi's left hand reached into the cloak, Luke frowned, and almost subconsciously blocked it with the scabbard he had left.

"Left-handed sword?" He lowered his head and smiled, "Unfortunately, I have seen it before, this kind of despicable trick is against me..."

Luke's next words stuck in his throat.

Because he suddenly saw that what Luo Wei took out from the cloak turned out to be a cowhide water bladder.

Luke:?
bar.

As soon as Luo Wei exerted his left hand, the gray liquid in the water bag immediately smeared Luke's face.

"!!?"

This made the aristocratic son of the Mainz family suddenly feel a bad feeling beyond his ability to think. He retreated to the sidelines with a thunderous distance, and then knelt on the ground and vomited violently.

"vomit…!"

He looked at Luo Wei in the distance in bewilderment.

How could this man put shit in the kettle!
The nearby spectators stuck their heads out and sniffed it twice, and they all showed expressions of disgust. Even shit is far from being comparable to this smell!

"Uh, we saw... Player Luo Wei seemed to launch an unparalleled range attack, even Cass on the other side frowned, and Luke, who was poured all over his face, even vomited into convulsions." ...What exactly is that? "

Luo Wei put the water bag back into the cloak. At this moment, the bored Lovely came back from the battleship. After seeing the scene below, he immediately asked about the cause and effect.

"Pfft..." After hearing what happened, she covered her mouth and laughed, and then said in a serious manner, "Rovie Brooke, please explain what's in there."

Luo Wei had no choice but to take out the water bag again.

"Herring."

To be precise, it should be canned herring. Unfortunately, canned herring has not been invented yet. After being salted by fishermen by the sea, they can only be stored in wooden barrels, and then transported all the way to the inland.

It was also a coincidence that Luo Wei saw someone selling it, although it had deteriorated a bit...

But I'm a magic swordsman, so it's not too much to use some magic props in my left hand, right?
Lovely immediately suppressed her laughter and felt extremely uncomfortable. She also experienced the lethality of this thing at the royal banquet, and she still has lingering fears. She never thought that it could be used in the arena. This is really unheard of.

Next time, I can use this matter to refute my father face to face...

"It is indeed a kind of food," she said forcefully, "but for the sake of the fairness of the game, it is not allowed to be used a second time!"

Luo Wei spread his hands, reluctantly accepting.

But it doesn't matter, he has prepared a lot of gadgets, it depends on whether Luke has that blessing.

"Yang Yan Fire Wheel Sword!"

The other half of the venue suddenly burst into air waves, and the scorching steamer crashed down violently. Luo Wei turned his head, and his entire line of sight was filled with scorching flames.

Ryan's derivative sword skill.

Cass swung the big sword whirringly at the center of the impact, and the blade wind brought by it contained a strong sword intent, forcefully repelling the flames two meters away from his body.

"It's not enough, you can't just use this ability!"

"Exactly what I want!"

Boom!

Really intense.

Rowe looked away and saw Luke standing up shaking in the distance.

That look seemed to tear him apart, filled with resentment that would wash away the shame.

Oh……

Rowe probably understood.

The reason why this guy participated is not because of the fifth princess, right?
It's a pity, even if this guy won the championship, Love didn't seem to be interested in him politely.

That being the case, it would be inappropriate to humiliate him again.

Luo Wei lifted the cloak and removed the lightning rods that restricted his movements one by one.

This scene stunned the audience outside.

"What did he stuff in his clothes?"

"Have you been fighting in this way for so long?"

Luke looked at the thin iron pipes that were thrown all over the ground, and frowned coldly, "Why, are you finally not hiding?"

Luo Wei also looked at him with gloomy eyes.

"I said the first half is your time."

Through the personal battle just now, he already had a general impression of Luke's style. The high-speed sword skills combined with the powerful thunder and lightning made him a very threatening opponent.

It is precisely because of this that he has a rare desire to win.

Pulling out the streamlined silver-white sword body, the magic power of water surged a streak of blue flames on the blade.

"Now, it's my turn."

The two confront each other at a distance, the cold current of water and the purple lightning of Lei.

The other half of the duel seemed to be coming to an end, with the heat of the fire and the pressure of the wind.

The four of them pulled out their swords almost at the same time, the determination on their faces was written on the road to the winner, their eyes were either clear or sophisticated, cold or angry, but they all held absolute confidence in their own skills.

No one likes to lose.

So, swing your sword without regret at this moment!

Ryan: "Stunt - Blazing Dragon Sword!"

Cass: "Feng Huang Lie Zhen!"

Luke: "Extreme Thunder Break!"

Luo Wei: "..."

Who wants to shout with you.

At this time, a familiar voice sounded from the crowd.

Vermeer: ​​"Come on, Circle Sword!"

(End of this chapter)