C26 In Order to Survive(2)

Since my peers in the same batch as me are lower level than me, I have to face an experienced opponent right now. The rules cannot be completely fair. According to the special killing ability of the Warrior Arreat, although they are at the same level, the possibility of me defeating my opponent only exists in theory.

The duel was allowed to be watched. Observing the battle itself was also a type of cultivation, and it would be helpful to one's own experience. I haven't had the chance to watch the battle yet. The first battle after entering the middle class training camp was arranged for me.

There were a lot of people watching the battles, including the newbies who had just entered the middle class training camp. Some of them were veterans who had stayed in the training camp for a few years, trainers. There were also members of the Elders Guild. The reason why the Elders Guild would watch the battle was because they might discover some valuable and unique skills during the battle.

The dueling ground was the darkest and most evil place in the Arreat! This place was soaked with the blood of the weak. On this square fighting stage that was 30 meters wide, the number of vengeful souls that died here was even greater than the number of warriors that died on the battlefield. The fate of the curse had finally arrived today! Then, come! Use your strength to obtain the right to live!

I am standing face to face with my opponent on the arena, and outside the arena is a black mass of spectators. Will those who are watching have a cruel feeling in their hearts? No one is able to escape the fate of standing on the arena, killing or being killed.

The opponent used his two-handed sword. His eyes were cold and murderous.

Killing intent! This was the aura of a martial artist who had killed before. That aura was dark and cold, causing goosebumps to appear on my skin.

The spectators were very self-aware and did not make any sound. It was clear that this was not a place to pursue sensory stimulation. They would be fully concentrated on observing the battle and learning actual combat techniques from it. At the same time, they would also focus on discovering the weaknesses of the duelist, because no one knew when the person standing on the dueling ground might be themselves. Today's duelist might very well be their life and death opponent. No one would easily watch a cruel battle with a relaxed attitude.

"Fight!" The referee gave the order. His opponent charged towards me like an arrow. He was clearly already impatient. Facing a newbie, he was absolutely confident that he could finish me off in ten moves.

I didn't have time to think about anything else. If I wasn't careful, I might lose my life in front of this experienced veteran.

The opponent clearly believed in striking first to gain the upper hand. And I rely on my strength to grow inch by inch! If I get too close to the opponent, my attacking ability will be affected.

I shook my spear to prevent my opponent from getting too close, but my opponent's sword actually deviated and followed my spear's shaft to cut my fingers that held the spear. His movements were quick and swift, and his charging momentum did not slow down at all.

Under such circumstances, I could only let go of my right hand. Avoiding the fate of having my finger cut off, I swung the gun with my left hand. I used the spear to knock away the opponent's sword with my left hand. At this moment, the opponent's sword with his right hand was already aimed at my throat. The double-handed sword's attack is indeed agile and fast!

The only thing I could think of at that time was to dodge with my short body. The cold blade of the sword brushed past my scalp and a piece of skin was cut off from my forehead.

The opponent seemed to have predicted my actions. The sword in his left hand was like a poisonous snake as it stabbed towards my throat. My mind went blank. Am I going to die? Is this the difference between actual combat experience?

I instinctively turned to the left and kicked out with my left leg.

Peng! My left leg kicked the opponent's right ribs. The opponent's nightmarish entanglement temporarily stopped. Thank you, Greaudio. I have worked hard to practice the barehanded boxing technique for two years. In the Arreat, the warriors have been relying too much on their own weapons. I have neglected the training of fists and kicks. The primitive martial arts had actually become my life-saving straw at this moment.

I realized that my spear skills still haven't reached the ideal state. The Poison Dragon and Whirlwind's offensive abilities are very powerful. However, other than these two offensive skills, my defensive skills are very lacking. The flaw in my spear art nearly killed me!

My opponent seems to have been kicked quite heavily by me. I trained hard in the strength of my legs. This kick of mine has at least a hundred thousand pounds of strength. The opponent didn't expect me to use a bare-handed combat method to save myself, and didn't expect my physical strength to be so strong.

My opponent stopped for a moment, and it was clear that he was injured by my kick. If I was experienced, with this pause, I would have been able to take his life. The opponent had clearly been kicked to the point of holding his breath, temporarily losing the ability to move.

Blood flowed out from the corner of the opponent's mouth, but I still didn't dare to take the initiative to attack, because I was just a rookie at the beginning of the duel.

We were in a deadlock on the spot. This scene was clearly rarely seen in the arena, and the audience began to discuss in a low voice that was rarely seen.

The opponent took a deep breath and took the initiative to attack again, but this time, his movements became very slow.

I decided not to let him get any closer. With a loud roar, I activated my strongest attack skill, Poison Dragon. With the sound of wind and thunder, my spear pierced through the opponent's chest. After that, a terrifying force erupted, and the opponent's body was instantly blasted into a pile of minced meat.

The flesh splashed onto my face. It was very hot, and it was very fishy. At this moment, my mind was on the verge of collapsing.

Actually, the outcome of this battle had already been decided after that kick. My tyrannical physical strength has already destroyed my opponent's internal organs. My opponent charging over again is merely a last-ditch struggle. Even if I don't attack and only dodge, my opponent will still die from serious injuries. However, I used a terrifying skill in an exaggerated manner.