What does it feel like to be weighed down by a mountain? The former Barrett did not know, because his weapons were not trained with nine-turn iron, and he was not good at using long weapons.

But the barbarians fighting in the arena at this time have a deep understanding of this.

With another low muffled sound, the kite-shaped shield 'Metallic Poetry' in Barrett's right hand (purchased from the literature-loving dwarf blacksmith in Muya city-state) was knocked open again. The huge force made the shield slip away into the sky, and the barbarian was inevitably knocked out.

He adjusted his balance in time in the air, and after landing, he rolled and got up again. 'Metal Poetry' flew higher and higher, hitting the dark red barrier above, causing a ripple, and then bounced back to the ground, embedded in the sand not far away.

Barrett looked down at his unconscious right hand, his entire arm trembled uncontrollably, the blue blood vessels were all highlighted, and many blood spots were faintly oozing from the skin. Even with the damage reduction of [Crisis Instinct], the opponent's critical blow this time still caused him quite serious injuries.

The situation is worse than expected. Although Barrett has long known that the elf double sword in the hand of the half-dragon Macas is somewhat special, but the pair of strange double swords still caused him a lot of trouble when they really fought.

The opponent's attack carries a powerful force that is unmatched, and Rao Yibarit's strength attribute that is enough to wrestle with the giant, and even win, is completely unmatched. The barbarian estimated that even a purebred primordial dragon would not be able to face such a terrifying blow.

However, one thing to consider is, how many times can the opponent make such an attack? Barrett didn't know, but he believed it was by no means unlimited. In the dozens of rounds the two had met before, this unrivaled attack, Mackas, had only been used four times in total, not every blow.

Although there were not many times, these four attacks made the barbarian linger on the edge of life and death. Especially when this special attack method is used without warning, it is mixed with ordinary slashing and thrusting, which makes it difficult for Barrett to deal with it, which makes our barbarian gladiator fight quite timid.

"Do you know where the most powerful part of a dragon's body is?" Half-dragon slowly walked towards Barritt with a pair of knives in hand. Before the barbarian could answer, he gave the answer on his own, "It's neither a thick tail, nor a strong front claws or hind limbs, but its wings!"

"Wings?" Barrett asked subconsciously, in fact he didn't care.

"You must know that dragons are not like birds, they have hollow and light bones. Their bones are extremely dense and hard, and their bodies are huge and heavy. It is by no means easy to make such a huge body soar freely in the air. . That requires considerable strength, extremely terrifying strength, and the dragon's wings can easily do this."

Markas raised the pair of weapons called 'Dragon Wings', "These are my wings, the power it carries is several times stronger than the real dragon wings, and it can help me soar through the battlefield. superior."

"I thought you didn't like the part of the body that belonged to the dragon class." Barrett spat out the sand in his mouth, thinking about how to deal with it. The chance of normal fighting is obviously very small, maybe some unconventional means should be used.

"I really don't like it, but now is not the time to abandon them, no." Banlong replied, "I need to complete the goal in my heart first. This is the greatest meaning of my birth in this world!" After he finished speaking, A few steps came to Barrett's side, and the elf swords in his hand attacked one after another without rest.

According to the experience of the previous fight, Barrett guessed that the opponent should not be able to use the powerful attack method that is as heavy as a mountain in a short period of time. And when Macas was blocking, he never used it. Therefore, only a continuous attack can open the situation.

The barbarian moved his right hand repeatedly and greeted him with his sword.

"Target? Meaning? Oh, these are just excuses you are looking for for yourself." The 'Touch of Tyranny' in his hand blocked the half-dragon's left and right 'wings' attacks steadily, and the barbarians seized the time to react While defending and attacking, the words in his mouth still did not stop.

"Although you say that you hate your dragon's bloodline, but you are always proud of it in your heart." Barrett pressed the half-dragon to keep retreating, and in the gap between the opponent's chaotic steps, a diagonal cut hit the opponent's chest. .

Known for its destructive power, the 'Touch of Tyranny' cut a slender crack in the golden light armor of the half-dragon, but unfortunately it did not hurt the body under the armor. However, words are often more hurtful than sharp swords. Although the body may appear to be intact, the heart may be riddled with holes.

"Sometimes, the more we want something, the more we want to destroy it completely. Because we know we can't get it." You will set an unattainable goal for yourself, just to cover up your innermost thoughts. What really disgusts you is not the blood of the dragon, but the idea that you want to be called a dragon . Because, that goes against your mother's life-long teaching of you!"

No one knows how Markas's mother taught him at the beginning, at least Barrett doesn't know at all~lightnovelpub.net~ He is just babbling nonsense at this time, the purpose is to destroy the opponent's mind, Disrupt his attack rhythm. This is also a common tactic used by adventurers in battle.

Although this method of chat flow is a bit inferior, the effect is quite good.

The half-dragon warrior's pace became more and more messy, the kind of strange attack that was mixed with light and heavy was never used again, the expression on his face became more and more confused, and only 50% of the martial arts comparable to the barbarian remained.

"I, is my heart like this?" Macas muttered to himself to block the barbarian's attack, "Do I really want to be a dragon instead of killing them?"

Beliefs and goals can make people firm and forge ahead, but when they are inevitably shaken, they can also bring unimaginable shocks to people. And adventurers like Barrett, who have no faith and no goals, never care about the opponent's verbal provocation.

"After you leave, you will have enough time to think." Barrett cut his head down, and was firmly held up by the half-dragon warrior who was half-kneeling on the ground.

"You're right. After I win, I will really think about this issue." The desire to win made the half-dragon Mackas's eyes firm again. He bulged his arms and pushed the weapon on his forehead hard, trying to stand up again.

Can't let him slow down! Barret let out a loud roar, gritted his teeth and lowered the weight of his body. The 'Touch of Tyranny' slowly descended again, breaking the scales on the opponent's forehead, and bright red blood seeped out from the blade of the body.

Just when Barrett thought he was about to win, he found that the half-dragon Macas suddenly opened his mouth and rushed towards him. In the depths of those sharp teeth, there is a light that is getting brighter and brighter!

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