"summer!"

"summer!"

"summer!"

...

Countless shouts that were intertwined and resounded over the arena. The half-corpse in the bloody beach between the sand was shoveled from the ground by the staff of the venue and loaded into a bucket cart. Under the stone pillar, Houtun touched a short blade that fell on the ground and began to stagger.

Looking at an arm hanging outside the truck, I stared at the crack of my eyes and let out a shrill roar. All I had in my mind... Chrys was dead... My brother was dead...

He turned his eyes to his figure, roared "Ah--" and then rushed forward--

Xia Yi turned his face and swept away a layer of sand with blood, hanging upside down with the air in front of him, and the light was twisted, and a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air, and a long staff blocked in front of Hüden.

Holding the short blade, Hutton pushed away the long staff: "Ilot, get out of here!"

"Hmph..." The gradually solidified figure revealed the outline of the man in the mask, and looked at the other party with a slightly slanted eyes: "You go down, the Marquis has asked me to clean up the mess."

"He killed Chrys!!"

Hüden's voice rose, but the answer to him was the long staff that was crossing in front of him. He suddenly swung away and hit him. The latter reacted very quickly and blocked the knife. The wooden staff body seemed to have a thousand pounds of force. The moment he came into contact with the knife surface, Hüden blew up, flew backwards, and hit the stone pillar again.

"I said many times, don't yell in front of me..." Ilott took back his staff and waved: "Please this waste away and stay here again will taint the reputation of the Marquis."

Two people came from nearby cleaning the arena and lifted the Hüden, who was covering his chest and screaming, without saying a word, to the direction of the exit.

Irot turned his head and then looked at Xia Yi over there: "And you, a stranger with black hair and eyes, I heard that you can have many weapons and defeat many opponents, so... you can only get to where you are today."

In front of the deflected gaze, as the words fell down, the figure opposite suddenly blurred in his vision. The next second, the cloak was shrouded in the air, and the first thing that came into the eyes was a thick blade.

boom--

The sound of metal hitting instantly vibrated in the air, and the blade slashed firmly at Ilott. Under the impact of huge force, his feet kept retreating and stepped out of dust splashing everywhere. Then, the whole person slid directly backwards and pulled out two deep marks on the sand.

When he stood still, the dark purple gem pendant inlaid on his chest cracked open, and as he scattered on the ground, a crisp sound from his robe on his body also burst out, and a crack broke out from his shoulders to his chest.

Opposite Ilot, the heavy blade streaked across the sun with the dragon pattern above, and the cloak poured down slowly, hanging down at the feet of the figure.

The dragon sword suddenly blew on the ground, and there was a faint sound.

"...Don't talk nonsense, you will die if you accidentally." Xia Yi's eyes were cold and he took a step forward.

"You are a sneak attack-"

Irot changed hands and pinched his long staff, lowered his voice and said, looking back at the terrace, the old man's eyes were looking at him, and there was a vague feeling of bad emotions inside.

Turning back and looking at the enemy walking towards him, he gritted his teeth and the life-saving talisman was first broken. If he continued to fight, he would be very likely to die... But if he didn't fight, he would have no way to survive.

"This is what you asked for, a black-haired foreigner, and I will..."

The blade rolls up the sand and tears the air—

After Elot finished speaking, the Azure Dragon Sword slashed into his sight. Instinctively blocked the long staff in his hand in his contracted pupils. The next second, the blade slashed on it. The moment Mars jumped, he flew out like a shell and hit the stone pillar that Huyton had hit before.

Boom!

The sound of cracking was heard from the solid rocks, and the cracks appeared to fly as the gravel spread and flew. Ilot covered his stuffy chest and avoided it with a flash. The sound of tearing became huge. With a bang, it fell from mid-air and fell into several pieces.

"I can't let me finish my words once..." Ilott spitted out the gravel in his mouth and wiped away the cold sweat from his face.

Around, watching the shocking scene, the audience who were originally cheering for help became louder, crazily beating their chests or slapping the guardrails on the stands. Such a fight has not been staged in Tatasia for a long time. This time, almost the residents of Tatasia who came to watch it could hardly suppress their emotions.

I just forgot that the Marquis is the master in this arena.

"Don't worry...it's just going to be great." This is what many people think at this time.

The dust splashed out gradually dissipated in the field below.

Ilot wiped away the sweat stains mixed with dust on his face, and his thin body stood up straight with a cane, and his momentum gradually increased: "Is this your power?"

He suddenly said something, which made Xia Yi on the other side stunned, but his steps had no intention of stopping. He continued to go towards the other party, and his thin lips were squeezed out, with only a cold hum.

With the sound of this hum, the distance between the two was closer in the sun, reflecting their shadows slanted to the ground. The long staff in Ilot's hand gradually shone as the other party entered the range of the confrontation, and his lips were constantly shaking, and many strange syllables were chanting out quickly.

Suddenly, the atmosphere became solemn and tense. The arena, which was originally shouting, showed quietness. On the terrace, the couple Alande and Kalyn stopped talking and couldn't help but stand up. Even the old man who had always been stable, stretched his neck slightly while maintaining the noble's reserve...

When the string was shocked, countless people held their breath.

The sand city on the site exploded and splashed into the sky. The melee mage who was originally standing there seemed to have grabbed the earth with one hand, holding countless gravels, stepping on the ground, and rolling towards Xia Yi in a panic!

The figure on the opposite side held a knife and jumped up. The dust filled the body, forming a huge rock and hit him. Countless people held their breath at this moment without blinking.

The sword light crossed the track, and it was a loud bang. Countless shattered sand and dust splashed out. The huge sound was like annihilation of everything else. The dust splashed everywhere, and the remains of the rocks rolled in the sand.

Xia Yiqing's sword fell, and the next moment, the man named Ilot turned around and ran, took two steps, and his figure disappeared directly.

Originally preparing to guard against the other party's sneak attack, Xia Yi heard the audience around him in an uproar. He turned around and the people from other worlds who were fighting against each other were already standing there on the terrace.

"Uh... this guy escaped quickly..." Xia Yi, who entered the state of fighting, became cold and this was the first time that he had encountered such an opponent, and he was a little silly and laughed.

However, on the terrace, the old man was in a state of extreme mood. On the back of his tight hand, the blue veins bulged one after another, "You just escaped back like this?"

"Respect the Marquis, this is not the case." Ilot bowed slightly, maintaining etiquette, with his eyes exposed on the mask, serious and serious.

"......even if you beat the person below, you will be said to be by others. The mage takes advantage of the element, which will damage your noble reputation for the Marquis."

Karin on the seat over there covered her mouth and chuckled. Ellende's face was also a little bad. After all, escaping was just running away. He had praised Haikou in front of his fiancée before, and now he ran back like this. Isn't he slapped himself in the face?

Just as I was about to take a break, Ilott, who was standing on the edge, quickly explained: "...I just left the victory for the final battle, and I just wanted to find out the other party's background."

In front of the crowd, Ikamain was not good for an attack. He raised his hand and asked his son to sit back, and then turned his gaze back to the person who disappointed him: "Speak out what you found out."

"That weapon master is actually not what everyone thinks. What he is really powerful should be the weapons in his hand. Every time I use them, I can feel the terrifying energy on it."

Ilot approached the old man and lowered his voice: "In the third game, he is not allowed to use his own weapons, he can only use ordinary weapons provided by the arena."

"Good idea!" Alande cast a look of appreciation.

Ikamain glared seriously, and Erend immediately shut his mouth and retracted to the chair. His fiancee Kalyn smiled and reached out to pat him on the back of his hand: "Don't be angry, the Marquis has more worries."

"Well, I know." Alande nodded, feeling the warmth brought by his fiancée's soft palm, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and his attention looked at the other person's chest again.

Soon, the old man there thought about it for a while, accepted Ilot's suggestion, recruited attendants, and whispered some instructions.

"Let the weapon master below remove his weapons only from the arena."

The voice paused, and the tone seemed to be brewing something.

Open your mouth again after a moment.
Chapter completed!