Demon Hunter and His Hut

"This Cruise is a third-order."

Roger looked at the tall man standing in front of him, an ordinary third-order man. If he was replaced with the sword of curse, it would be a sword at best.

Even if it were replaced by the Sword of the Sun, it would still be no more than three rounds.

But at the moment, if you don't use the power of the seal, but only rely on swordsmanship and physical fitness, if you want to defeat a third-order enemy, it is estimated that you can only win by surprise.

There is also the risk of being discovered by Tamara.

But almost instantly, Roger made a decision.

If this matter is related to the dignity of the entire blood secret family, then he will definitely lose this duel without any psychological burden.

But Tamara clearly intends for this Cruise to do something after winning, and those things are bound to humiliate or hurt Gewi.

This is something Roger can't allow anyway.

He clenched the two swords in his hand, and his eyes under the mask were fixed on Cruise.

"Snapped!"

The figure flickered and appeared in front of Cruise almost instantly. The two weapons flashed with cold light. The movement did not seem to be too fast, but almost instantly sealed all the space for Cruise to avoid.

His speed was at least twice as fast as before!

Cruise put away the indifference on his face, and didn't watch him make any movements, the two short knives behind him fell into his hands.

Dangdang!

Cruise easily blocked Roger's attack, and a smile appeared on his lips. As a disciple of Tamara, he not only had to win in this battle.

And get an overwhelming advantage.

It is better to leave an indelible memory in the hearts of all.

Powerful and calm, that's what Tamara had told him before the battle.

"It seems that you have hidden a lot of strength, but this..."

"what……"

The calm expression of Cruise suddenly changed, and the power transmitted from the two knives made the weapon in his hand almost let go.

He was able to block Roger's attack, but his wrist was crushed and deformed.

The waist and abdomen exerted force, barely maintaining the balance of the body, and a sentence choked in his mouth. Before he could regain his senses, Roger bullied his body and slammed his knee against his lower abdomen!

"Bang!"

Cruise's eyes bulged out, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets, blue veins burst out on his forehead, and cold sweat soaked his back instantly.

He let out a short scream, but soon, thinking of the surrounding environment, he swallowed the second half of the voice into his stomach.

Roger deliberately controlled the angle of his attack this time. If he moved his knee a few inches further down, Cruise would probably say goodbye to certain activities.

Cruise was completely careless.

He is a third-level superhuman himself, but his main combat power is in Druid's related spells. In terms of close combat ability, how can he compare to the witcher who often fights monsters in close quarters?

With physical strength alone, Roger was almost equal to Cruise, who had a full-blown outbreak. He didn't maintain enough vigilance, but instead put on an aloof look.

Easily caught by Roger.

Cruise felt that his intestines were about to break, and he muttered something in his mouth. Before he could utter the spell, the same part was hit hard again.

"You think I'll watch you unleash your spells?"

"You are also three..." Cruise squeezed a word out of his mouth. At this time, he could no longer care about his image, and his power exploded in full force.

A shiny green shield appeared between him and Roger, and he quickly stepped back. The hilts of the two short knives were facing each other, making a light click, and the two weapons were linked with green lines from the knives. flashed.

Roger rushed forward, slashing with the cross sword in his left hand, but the weapon in his hand was only iron, which was damaged in the impact just now.

At this time, it slashed on the protective shield formed by Cruise, and after a light sound, the steel sword broke from the middle.

Roger's eyes flashed a gleam of light. The weapon in his right hand did not continue to attack. While the body continued to charge forward, the fist of his left hand was tucked into his waist.

The magic circle in his mind exudes an obscure light, the strength of the magic seal controlled by Roger.

【Alder】

There was a bang in the air, and Cruise's defense shattered. At this time, he hadn't escaped Roger's attack range.

The short knives in his hand are connected together, and while spinning rapidly, green energy rises, and he is obviously preparing some kind of powerful spell.

But Roger didn't want to give Cruise any chance. The longer the time passed, the more he would be exposed. Instead, it seemed more reasonable to take advantage of Cruise's carelessness to expand the victory.

In his steps, neither the cat's agility nor the snake's strangeness could be seen in his steps. He understood three profound meanings and integrated them into one. Now Roger can be regarded as a real master of swordsmanship.

In a flash, when Roger rushed to Cruise's side again, the silver sword in his hand had slipped past his neck at some point.

At the last moment, he sighed softly.

laugh!

A little bit of blood appeared, Cruise covered his neck, blood poured out from between his fingers, he wanted to open his mouth, and an indifferent voice came from the platform.

"Go down!"

It's Tamara.

No one thought that the menacing Tamara would be defeated so quickly by her disciples.

The time between him and Roger can only be calculated in seconds, and the level of excitement is not as good as the previous games. Many people with low strength have not even figured out what happened, and they see that the battle in the field is over.

At the last moment, Roger pulled his strength and did not cut off Cruise's head. He closed the sword and stood in front of his chest. The cross sword was covered with fine cracks. With a slight shake, the long sword turned into fragments and fell under his feet.

Tamara's eyes swept across the faces of the people around her, with uncontrollable anger on her face, and everyone who looked at her showed a trace of doubt, but this expression deepened the thoughts in her heart.

In her opinion, this so-called Geralt must have been arranged by these guys in advance. Among the three major forces, although superhumans above the third order are not uncommon, they are not cabbage that can be seen everywhere.

"very good!"

Tamara's chest heaved violently, but after thinking about it for a long time, she still suppressed the anger in her heart, "It's a wonderful battle."

"Let me see the strength and heritage of the Secret Blood Family."

"I'll be stationed at Elder shortly, and we'll have a long time to talk slowly."

Tamara turned around, the animal skin skirt brought a whirlwind, Roger stood in the field, and suddenly a strange force struck.

But before he could react, there was a light sound on his face.

"Crack!"

The wooden mask cracked in response, and Roger was about to raise his hand when Tamara, who had already turned his body, suddenly turned sideways, and a powerful pressure rushed towards him.

At that moment, he felt that his blood seemed to have coagulated.

This is the first time that he has faced the oppression of a superhuman above the fourth rank alone.

"Plop, plop!"

Roger could only hear his own heartbeat, and although it was only a moment of stiffness, he knew that Tamara's purpose had been achieved.

She had seen the face under Roger's mask.

Her pupils shrank slightly, and she looked surprised.

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