bookrandom Chapter 225 Left Leg
Chapter 225 Left Leg
"The battle begins!"
With the command from the host in the sky, the competition officially began.
"Haha, it seems that you haven't learned anything during this period of time. You only know how to talk."
Dimitar was not in a hurry to attack. He and Baraka stared at each other, observing each other's flaws, and walked around the ring clockwise.
Aren’t you going to take the first step this time?
Dimitar was a little confused.
In his imagination, the only way for Barryka to defeat him was to seize the initiative.
She was not as strong as herself, and there was no way she could change that in a short period of time.
Only by taking the advantage of the first move can she make up for this shortcoming, and then use more continuous sword moves to suppress herself, so that she will have a chance to win.
But she didn't.
The action she chose at this time was surprisingly the same as mine. She lowered her center of gravity and looked like she was focusing on defense. From the look of her posture, it seemed that she was even asking me to make the first move.
Isn’t this too arrogant?
A trace of annoyance flashed through Dimitar's heart.
He had originally thought about how to deal with Baraka's strategy of seizing the initiative.
Just have the [Flash Technique] in your hand in advance.
The safe distance provided on the arena was enough for me to prepare this simple spell. Of the thirty mana magic usage quota, this [Flash Spell] only took up five mana, so there was still a lot left.
By then, he could slowly play Baraka around in the ring. He even planned to beat Baraka all over in front of so many nobles and students to prove that he was the most talented person in the Dex family in recent years.
"Go ahead." Barricka suddenly stopped fighting with Dimitar, turned her wrist, and waved the sword in her hand as if she was teasing a dog.
This is a very bold move, giving up one's own stance and making such a provocative move. It either means that one's strength is too strong and one no longer takes one's opponent seriously.
Either she has gone insane and completely lost her mind.
Although Dimitar felt insulted by this action and became even angrier, he would not miss this opportunity.
You like to pretend, right? Then let you pretend as much as you want!
I'm going to slap your little face until it's swollen and pull out all your teeth!
"drink!"
With this shout, he quickened his pace and rushed towards Baraka.
There is a reason for this shout. The shout is not synchronized with his steps. In addition, the sound is very loud, which can effectively confuse the opponent and cause an impact on the opponent's mind.
His movements were quite standard and quick, and anyone who saw them would nod in agreement.
The sword in his hand chopped down from above Baraka's head with amazing momentum, as if it was going to split Baraka straight in half.
"Swish!" The wooden sword was swung in the air, making a sound of cutting through the air.
At this time, the distance between the two was very close. Baraka raised her head and looked at Dimitar, and it seemed that she didn't have time to adjust the position of the sword in her hand.
Haha, prepare to die.
Dimitar said this in his heart.
He did not hold back at all when he struck her with the sword, he was totally aiming to cut her head off.
But something unexpected happened to him.
"Snapped!!!"
The sound of wooden swords clashing against each other was heard.
what's the situation?
Dimitar couldn't understand.
Bereka's wooden sword arrived later but appeared on the path that Dimitar's wooden sword had to take.
An unexpected scene happened to him.
He just felt like he was chopping on metal and stone, and his knuckles felt like they were being torn apart.
What's happening here?
He couldn't understand.
This scene seemed to overlap with a previous scene.
However, the roles seem to have been reversed.
His body fell backwards, leaving the door wide open.
It’s over! ! ! !
If Baraka attacked during this time, he would definitely pay a heavy price.
Finished!
He clenched his teeth and prepared himself for the beating.
But he would not just sit there and wait for death. He had magic ready in his hands and a strong wind was accumulating there.
Although he didn't know what method Barricka used to create such an effect, he also had a response.
At worst, I can exchange injuries for injuries.
But once again, something he didn't expect happened.
Faced with this flaw, Baraka did not rush to attack, but just stood there.
Her eyes weren't even looking at herself, but at somewhere above the stands.
Looking in that direction, he saw his adoptive father and the man named Caesar.
What do you mean?
Do you want to embarrass yourself?
What are you proud of?
"Berica!"
He fell from the air, steadied himself, and roared towards the girl.
“Focus!”
Without waiting for his breath to calm down, he rushed forward again with sword in hand.
He looked like he had lost his mind, but in fact, it was just an act.
He always holds magic in his hands, ready to coordinate with his sword moves. As long as his opponent sees a flaw in this state, he will use the magic in his hand without hesitation.
"All right."
Barica's voice remained calm as she retracted her gaze to the opponent in front of her.
"Next, I'm going to break your left leg."
She said so.
"Snapped!"
The sound of wooden swords clashing continued to ring out, but what frightened Dimitar was that each collision between the two swords was quite regular, and the intervals were almost the same.
He tried to change, but the initiative was completely out of his hands.
You know, he is the attacking party now.
Shouldn't the initiative be in our own hands?
He is not convinced!
He could clearly feel that Barricka's sword moves were several times more mature than before. What was even more terrifying was why was her physical fitness so much stronger?
If his physical fitness was slightly stronger than Baraka's before, now Baraka's physical fitness is much stronger than his.
how did you do that?
Did she bathe in dragon's blood?
But he would never have imagined that there was such a thing as [Divine Blood] in this world.
"Left leg."
Barica's cry for her life sounded like this.
It made Dimitar's hair stand on end.
For some reason, Barica, who was originally in front of him, disappeared and appeared behind him instead.
Her eyes were sharp, and the sword in her hand seemed to be covered with a layer of dark red light, and she chopped down fiercely.
A red crescent moon.
“Crack!!!!”
The sound of breaking bones was heard, and the next second, cold sweat covered his forehead.
"what!!!"
His left leg was twisted into a weird shape.