"Resurrection from the dead...and back from the dead..."

The middle-aged lady on the viewing platform was shocked by this sudden incident, so that she was in a state of semi-dementia, as if she had been electrocuted.

"This knight looks quite good too." The sullen old man on her right touched his chin: "I remember that this kid fought Genevieve four months ago and was punished for it. ."

"Isn't this very good?" Dean Benedict gave a rare smile: "Any time, it is advisable for two men to use their fists to solve a problem in an upright manner."

"Perhaps." The middle-aged lady came back to her senses and secretly spit, she knew that the old man was born with a love for talent, and began to lose his temper.

Outside the duel arena, a thin figure arrived late, blocked by the airtight flow of people, and could not squeeze in.

"Has it already begun? Why is my brother's breath weakening a little? How could that guy..." Charlene turned around anxiously, why are there so many people today, are all people from Thrace here! ?

Blame that woman Luna! If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have insomnia last night, and I wouldn't have overslept today.

The female knight was anxious, when the audience suddenly left a gap because of the crowd.

Through this perspective, she suddenly saw the entry channel of the players, and she was overjoyed. She jumped up lightly, moved a few times on several beams, and rushed into the players' lounge.

"Little Charlene?" Putting on a white training suit and washing away the lead, Luya, who looked beautiful and lovely, looked at the door in surprise.

"Shh!" Charlene didn't have time to care about her at this time, staring anxiously at the duel arena with big eyes.

"Don't worry." Luya approached her intimately, sliding her fingers over the other's smooth profile: "The battle is still going on. So far, your brother has a better chance of winning."

Charlene turned her pretty face away in disgust, facing her, baring her teeth to bite.

Luya smiled relievedly, took a small step back, and returned her eyes to the duel field: "Look carefully, this will be a feast between warriors."

duel arena

"It turns out that I underestimated you, Yale Bernstein." Genevieve's expression returned to calm and calm, with an inexplicable cold coercion in his voice: "I will defeat you with all my strength! "

"Tudor's ternary power derived from the grace of the ancestors!" He clenched his fist suddenly, and there was a jerky, low-pitched sentence from his mouth.

As the phrasing gradually fell silent, Genevieve's natural disaster weapon suddenly covered with a layer of white light, and issued a low horn-like whistle, like the sun leaping out of the horizon, emitting a dazzling light.

The auditorium was filled with sorrow and grief again. Although there were signs this time, not many people were willing to look away. The price of coveting this moment of cheapness is that you can't open your eyes for a few minutes.

"Brother is serious." Charlene bit her tender lips, her delicate face showing a restless look.

In Yale's spiritual eyes, the opponent's figure alternated between clear and blurred, dim and bright moments, and the long and desolate ancient aura rushed toward his face.

A stone suddenly floated into the sky... Then, more stones, gravel, and dust floated up.

The figure of the black knight suddenly turned into a hurricane, and the ferocious and fierce steel fighting qi tore through the air where it passed, punching the blurred figure in the white light.

Genevieve opened his right hand forward, and a diamond-shaped wall of light formed instantly. After being smashed by the opponent's punch, it quickly condensed into a spot of light and shot out as a beam of light.

Bang-!

Yalei was hit in the chest by this blow and pushed out a distance of dozens of feet. After stepping on the ground to stop his retreat, he touched his chest and stopped in place.

on the viewing platform

"Aiya, Genevieve has finally awakened to his origin, so there is no suspense in this battle." The middle-aged lady looked at the heroic figure of the White Knight and said excitedly.

"Eleanor, you only look at the surface when you do things. Fighting is not something you can get results by comparing the data." The gloomy-looking old man tapped on the table, and a cold light flashed in his eyes:

"That young man also has a beast hidden in his heart."

"Claudius, who do you think will win?" Dean Benedict asked suddenly.

The other party hesitated for a moment, seeing the provocative eyes of the middle-aged lady, she gritted her teeth fiercely:

"The black boy wins!"

View back to the duel arena again

"Let's meet with all our strength." Genevieve pointed his index finger forward, and the light he wore instantly turned into a sword that filled the sky, and shot towards Yale's direction along the trajectory of the arc.

Bang-bang-bang!

The violent explosion sounded endlessly, the ground of the duel field collapsed one after another, and the shattered gravel splashed like a meteor shower, and then slowly floated into the air.

In the indiscriminate attack of the opponent, the black knight never dodged, he closed his eyes tightly, and his chest was breathing heavily. A burning flame appeared in consciousness, and an unprecedented burning sensation appeared in the body.

The opponent has already exerted his full strength, and he must raise his strength to the limit. In this messy stage, show the attitude of a real berserker!

(The guy is tracking the smell of blood and staring at the moment of liberation, not twisting consciousness and freezing the core of the mind.)

(Unleash the power of the armor to the maximum, and at the same time suppress the sanity to the critical point of madness, it cannot be controlled by it! It is me who holds the reins!)

Opening his eyes again, Yale's eyes were filled with flames, like a volcano that had compressed energy for thousands of years. It reached its peak at this moment, and suddenly erupted, blazing flames and igniting the ocean of consciousness.

But at this moment, he couldn't feel the slightest heat, instead he still felt relaxed and at ease.

Boom~~

A low muffled sound began to reverberate in the sky. It was the heavy pace of the black knight. As he moved forward, the gap between the upper and lower parts of the natural disaster weapon was showing a **** red light.

"It turned out to be a Berserker, I was so stupid that I always thought you were a heavy shield soldier!" Genevieve aimed in the opponent's direction, reaching out and grabbing the air in front of him.

The sky-filled light curtain immediately swept towards the black knight, wrapping layer by layer, shrinking inward into a white light cocoon.

Bang-!

Yale punched the light cocoon from the inside, dragged out the burning black flame and rushed forward, smashing countless swords that were in the way, straight to the front of the opponent: "Bah! You are not qualified to talk about me as a melee archer!"

"You didn't turn into a mad dog that only bites, and you can speak soberly?" Genevieve frowned, and the light curtain turned into a light spot and returned, forming a diamond-shaped shield in front of him.

"Leave some morals and you won't die!" The black knight slammed into the light shield with his right leg. After a single blow, his figure turned into a swirling light and shadow. With a bang, hundreds of dense black thin lines pierced the light shield. smashed.