After the Strange Talk Prevails

　　 Colosseum altar.

　　 "Sorry, I thought you set up a set, it seems to be really a fair game." The illusionist said casually.

　　The sharpshooter was sitting on the ground, speechless in shock, his neck stretched out like a tortoise, and his eyes were delayed in thinking.

　　 "That sword...is there another way to use it?!" The sharpshooter pressed his cowboy hat and spit out loudly, "He's juggling!"

　　 "This guy's tactics have changed a lot, do you think this tactic is newly researched by him?" the illusionist asked.

　　 Hunter is a leader on the first floor of the prom. They have seen his battles several times, and they are somewhat impressed by him.

In previous battles, the hunter’s sub-sword was a weapon that would choose one of the two before the battle began. Faced with opponents of different sizes and fighting styles, depending on the situation, use the epee or the internal long sword, and then cooperate with it. A musket fired every minute to suppress the opponent.

　　The hunter’s fighting style has always been known for its calmness and precision. Whether he uses an epee or a long sword, he is very cautious in his shots, and he controls the timing and angle very well.

　　The old melee experience, coupled with the medium and long range musket, allows the hunter to have a good suppressing power when fighting against any opponent.

　　 But these battles were without exception. He used only one weapon throughout the battle. This was the first time he used two weapons in the same battle as before.

　　 "It feels like the style has changed a lot." The sharpshooter murmured while supporting his chin.

　　 "Should I be said to have become cunning? Did he develop this style of play only recently?" Under the illusionist's delicate golden mask, she showed a confused look, and her confusion was also expressed 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 the meaning of the sharpshooter. The real battle is not chess, it is not that you come and I count as a round, but a quick attack after calculating the reaction speed, timing control, angle psychology and many other conditions.

　　Fancy weapons can indeed produce more smart changes, but they are often flashy.

　　 Just like Miyamoto Musashi's two-day first-class creation, there are indeed many moves, but after one-handed grip, the power of slashing is greatly weakened, and the advantages of changing moves and tactics must be used to make up for this shortcoming.

　　 To use the two-day first-class in actual combat, it must have a huge advantage against the opponent in terms of reaction speed and intuitive calculation.

　　 And that not only requires natural supernatural power, but also requires superhuman reflexes. People with that kind of conditions may be able to kill opponents faster with solid and simple sword moves, without having to learn the fancy two-day first-class.

　　In the eyes of the illusionist, the hunter’s tactics were practical before, but now it’s more like...hmm...just like the sharpshooter said, like juggling.

　　 It's just that this set of juggling is really amazing and it makes people feel very beautiful.

　　 "It's really amazing, but watch it." The sharpshooter reminded, "The show has just begun."

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　　 Zhou Ming is very grateful for the body left by the original owner. This body is very familiar with the feeling of swinging the sword, and the reflex nerves are also very good.

　　 It is with these excellent basic conditions that he has enough time to think about using this weird epee to its limit.

　　 It turns out that his idea is right.

　　 The power and slow attack speed of the heavy sword, as well as the quickness and low power of the straight sword, give the two weapons a completely different battle rhythm.

　　 By using two weapons alternately, it can perfectly interrupt the opponent's sense of adaptation to the battle rhythm, and even interfere with the opponent's combat thinking.

　　 "Will he use an epee or a long sword?"-The opponent just thinks about this question before each action, and the battle rhythm will be completely rotten.

"when!"

　　 The loud noise of metal being hit by heavy objects!

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

　　 Although he successfully blocked this kick with an epee, the huge impact still kicked him more than ten meters away.

　　 After flying upside down for a certain distance in the air, Zhou Ming turned somersault and fell straight into the dead wood nearby.

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

　　 His body rolled on the ground, dry thorns and branches scratching his cheeks, his chest was so tight that he could not control the rhythm of his breathing.

　　 Just holding on to the weapon while rolling, has exhausted all his attention.

　　 After a while of dizziness, he struggled to grasp the balance of his body, hurriedly supported the ground with his hands and feet, and stood up with his feet on the ground.

　　 His first reaction after standing up was to dodge behind the big tree next to him.

　　 There is no reason, just that I will be attacked.

　　 Sure enough, the moment he flashed behind the tree, the crisp sound of the tree trunk cracking and breaking came into his ears.

　　 Behind the big tree came the beast's low gasp. The gasp was full of anger, with madness and frenzy after injury.

　　 Zhou Ming was surprised in his heart, he felt cold all over, and an indescribable chill enveloped his whole body.

what happened? Hasn't it 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 could he issue such a powerful attack? !

　　 "Ho Ho Ho Ho! I want to kill you!"

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

　　 The big sword cut across the soil, making a noise of hula, and the chaotic footsteps of the beasts followed behind.

　　 The opponent's speed is extremely fast, he dared not look at the werewolf behind him, he could only look at the people outside the woods.

　　 Zhou Ming's gaze passed through the jungle and fell on the crowd outside.

　　Full Vision helped him gain the vision of the onlookers outside the woodland. Through the eyes of an audience, he saw the beast behind him!

　　 In the red moonlight, the scarlet wolf was covered in thorns and thorns, and the thick trees were as fragile as chopsticks in his hands.

　　 The other party used his hands and feet together, his fangs and limbs started working at the same time, and he saw that he swept a tree with one hand and held it tightly, suddenly opened his mouth and leaned forward, and bit the tree with the thickness of the bowl directly!

　　 The amazing bite 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 **** beast pupils stared at Zhou Ming's back, killing intent in his eyes!

　　 Zhou Ming was speechless, feeling very troublesome, and cursed secretly in his heart.

　　 He must quickly return to the crowd, this is not suitable for full-view play!

　　 Zhou Ming sprinted through the gaps between the trees, while the werewolf used his own way to clear the obstacles in the way!

　　 If it weren't for the dense forest, it was not suitable for huge creatures to play, I'm afraid the werewolf had already rushed in front of him.

　　 Finally, Zhou Ming returned to the original place.

　　 At the same time, the dead wood fell behind him. Amid the loud noise of the wood chipping, a huge figure jumped high from the forest and fell heavily under the shining of the red moon.

　　The hunter and the werewolf returned to their original positions.