"Hahaha!" The Minister of Arbitration, Claudius, burst into laughter, squinting at the middle-aged lady with a black veil: "How is it? Berserkers and archers melee combat, the black boy is sure to win!"

"Humph!" Eleanor, the head of the research department, let out a cold nasal sound, deliberately turning her head away from him.

"Claudius, it's too early to draw conclusions." Dean Benedict lowered his voice: "It's the black boy who is really holding on."

He was right, Yale's current physical condition is very bad, that hit Chaos Domain, almost smashed his internal organs, and now relies on the vitality of the heart to maintain movement, it can be said to be a real five tuberculosis and seven injuries.

In the hand-to-hand combat of the White Knights, they did gain the upper hand at the beginning, but they became even more exhausted due to the loss of physical strength.

Genevieve dodged the black knight's uppercut and stabbed with a straight right fist, hitting the opponent's right chest heavily, knocking him back a few steps.

hit? so easy?

The white knight himself felt that this attack hit something strange. Looking at the opponent's pupils gradually sagging, his mind changed, and he immediately understood everything in his chest, and sneered:

"Is my chaotic realm uncomfortable? Who is holding it up now?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" The black knight took a sudden stride, his calf muscles tightened, and he threw an uppercut with his left hand. Genevieve stepped back and dodged.

"A punch is not as good as a punch." The white knight took a big step, his right fist hurriedly swung in front of his face for defense, and his left fist stared at the chin of the black knight.

Yale watched the opponent's fist pull in quickly, and his consciousness was very clear. When he was about to dodge, he found that his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and they were too heavy to move.

boom! He was hit with a black uppercut by the opponent's uppercut, and he stepped back a few steps in a slump.

My body is dying, I must fight fast!

The black knight advanced forward with all his strength, his right fist guarded in front of him, and his left fist was swung towards Genevieve's lower jaw - **** for tat!

The white knight's figure suddenly slipped, and a flash of light slammed down from the opponent's left face. Yale's consciousness went blank for a while, and he fell to his knees with a thud, and his body fell diagonally.

He opened his eyes, and blood kept spilling out of his mouth and dripping all over the floor.

"You are madly talking about defeating me." Genevieve smiled cruelly, showing his white teeth, with a strong wind on his right leg, and his knee slapped the opponent's forehead brutally:

"And now, finally taste the bitter fruit."

The blood... keeps splashing on the ground...

Allen could feel an impact force sinking between his eyebrows and then passing through the back of his head, as if his soul was taken away by the blow, and his thoughts gradually became blurred.

The white knight continued to deliver precise and heavy blows to that hateful face, and the blood gradually stained his knees.

The black knight suddenly wanted to sleep, the pain in his face was sackcloth, and there was a hollow feeling of weakness in his body, making him impatient to rest.

At this moment, Yale's mind has turned into a pot of mud, and the reason for the duel has long been forgotten. However, there was also an inexplicable persistence that made him grit his teeth, so he was struggling to support him in the chaos and confusion.

A few familiar voices, through the noisy shouts of the audience, were introduced into the ears of the knights... very cordial... very warm... Who are they?

"Ale! Come on! Beat him! Beat him!"

"Are! Don't fall!"

"Are! How can you kneel in front of this man!"

correct! I remembered that it was Corell and the others... So they came, but they were so embarrassed... I almost won... How could I lose... How could I fall so close to victory!

I'm not...I want to prove...reasons to fight...

Berserker! come out!

The will is above the body, the flames ignited from his eyes again, and the pain quickly faded...

The black knight tried his best to open his eyes, and just before his vision was restored, he suddenly felt a strong wind blowing towards his face, so he turned his back on the guest, and the strongest part of his forehead greeted him.

Bang-!

Genevieve's face showed a pained expression, his eyes were slightly shocked, and he watched the inhuman opponent climb up.

"Hey, Genevieve, didn't you just ask me, why did you challenge you?" Yale coughed up blood, and his swollen eyes looked at the opponent through a gap.

The black knight lowered his head, listened to the sound of the wind and clamped the opponent's left fist, bent over and slammed his right fist, the figure of the white knight flickered... There was no real feeling of hitting.

Failed? He didn't raise his head, just looked at Genevieve's fast shaking shadow on the ground. Bend over, then step left, come again!

"There's no need to look any further, Yale's injury is too serious, and Genevieve is just overstretched." Luya couldn't bear to look away, only to find Charlene staring at the duel field.

"Alei won't lose." Charlene's eyes were sparkling with water, and her soft cherry lips were softly exhaling a fragrant breath.

"You and your brother are the same kind of people, you have neither given up nor encountered setbacks, right? That's amazing, but Yale is different, even if he loses everything, even if he becomes a beast, even if he is always there Even if you fail, even if you are always in a setback, you will fight...really, it's very, very remarkable."

Bang-!

Genevieve's right hand slammed out like a heavy cannon. The black knight took his punch with his chest and stepped out again with his left foot! The force of this step shook the earth, and his eyes were fixed on the opponent's nose.

The white knight's right fist that hit the opponent's chest quickly retracted, and then struck again!

"Tell me now!" Yale's shoulders sank, and his deadly right fist thumped again, swapping wounds for wounds, hitting the opponent's cheek.

Bang-!

Genevieve punched his opponent's chest again with an angry punch. At the same time, Yale's punch hit the bridge of his nose, wrinkling his handsome face into a ball.

The white knight staggered back a few steps, but the black knight continued to move forward, pushing away each other's fists with both hands, and hammering his forehead with his swollen head like a pig's head:

"And tell everyone!"

With the collision, the figures of the two of them shook at the same time. Genevieve only felt a huge force pouring down vertically from the sky, and the whole body was suddenly shaken, and the ground under his feet couldn't help but sway along with it. .

"There is no blue blood... there is no way to defeat it!"

Bang-bang-bang!

The black knight opened his bow from left to right, his fists flowed, and the opponent's hair was scattered in all directions, swallowed a mouthful of blood, and swung the final blow at the abdomen of the white knight:

"Such bullshit!"

Yale seemed to hear the loud noise of his opponent's cold sweat. With this punch, he directly shattered Genevieve's liver.

The white knight widened his eyes, clenched his teeth and threw a weak punch. Before he could touch his opponent, he was so soft that he lost consciousness on the ground—he was stunned by the abrupt pain.