I Truly Am The God of Learning

In the ring, Anthony took the lead.

A long yellow curly hair was spread over his shoulders like a lion, and he held a short blue blade in his hand.

Purple gas.

Ye Lingchen muttered, a deep thought and solemnity appeared in the depths of his eyes.

The qi of this color is very special, and I don’t know what attributes it symbolizes.

Looking at the short blue blade in his hand, Ye Lingchen was slightly surprised. The length of this short blade was shorter than that of a normal dagger, and it didn't look suitable for a weapon.

"England is the same as Beautiful Country. They are called Awakeners. They are born with element affinity and claim to have the ability to control elements. You should watch carefully." Sun Hongtao said solemnly.

Later, Sartre also stepped into the ring.

Half of his body was covered in a cloth robe, and the other half was exposed, barefoot, with his left hand standing in front of him, and his right hand holding a black-gold iron rod. The iron rod was especially thick, nearly two meters in length!

One is a short blade, and the other is a two-meter-long iron rod. The difference between the weapons is huge.

on the ring.

The two sides stood still, looked at each other meticulously, and bowed earnestly.

"Tianzhu Kingdom, Sartre!"

"England, Anthony!"

Everyone held their breath and focused on the field.

"start!"

No unnecessary nonsense, after the two saluted, the referee directly announced the start!

As soon as the voice fell, the two moved at the same time!

The muscles in Sartre's right hand swelled instantly, and the iron rod swept out, leaving a deep trace in the air, and the wind was blowing.

Anthony did not use a short blade to catch it, but sank slightly, his legs bent, and slipped under the iron bar.

His body was swimming almost against the ground, and... extremely fast!

In an instant, it was attached to Sartre's side.

Short blade versus long stick, close-up is the best choice.

When he was close to Sartre, the short blade in Anthony's hand was like a snake coming out of a hole, stabbing straight out!

"Tips for carving insects!"

Sartre snorted coldly, and the long stick that he threw swayed from the air, and fell from the air towards Anthony!

At the same time, his body jumped up, very flexibly avoiding the short blade.

Hanging upside down, the iron rod crossed the arc from the air, like a monkey catching the moon, smashing at Anthony who was on the ground.

Anthony didn't dodge either, the short blade in his hand slid forward horizontally, and instantly collided with the iron rod, and at the same time borrowed strength to slide out a distance against the ground.

However, not long after he slipped out, he took advantage of the situation, his body was like a big bird with outstretched wings, and he came silently into the air, as if he was gliding in the air.

At this time, Sartre was floating in the air, it was the vacuum period of power, and he felt the movement behind him, and the long stick swept away.

However, Anthony's body seemed to be weightless, moving with the wind and appearing on the other side like a ghost.

"What a weird speed."

Countless people were amazed.

Anthony's speed can't be said to be very fast, but it gives people the feeling that it is very fast, because he can make you too late to deal with it, and it gives people the feeling that he will be in whatever position he thinks of.

Sartre didn't seem to know what was going on yet. He missed with a stick, his body had lost its support, and he fell leaning a little.

At this moment, Anthony's short blade suddenly stabbed out, much faster than the first shot, with a thunderous momentum.

Almost at the same time, Sartre recited a Buddhist language, and his left hand also slapped out, his palm was golden and generous, like a big seal pressing towards Anthony.

It turned out that he was not defenseless.

"Zizzizi!"

The dazzling light suddenly lit up and shot into the eyes of everyone, causing a burst of pain, and in the ears, there was a harsh sound, like countless birds chirping, making the scalp numb.

"This...this is..."

Ye Lingchen's pupils shrank slightly. At this moment, his eyes were all illuminated blue by the light, "Thunder and lightning?!"

"puff!"

The short blade in Anthony's hand has now turned into a one-meter-five long lightning sword!

The long sword was completely composed of thunder, and the electric light was beating endlessly, not only piercing Sartre's palm, but also piercing his waist!

"Crackling!"

Sartre's body cracked like fried beans, and black marks appeared on the wound.

"It turns out that the short blade is just a medium, and this kid is hiding too deep."

Ye Lingchen and the others all stood up and looked at Anthony in surprise. The Awakened, so this is the Awakened!

"The great monk of Tianzhu Kingdom also hid very deeply. He has always taken precautions, and the last palm was also deliberate and unintentional. It's a pity that Anthony is superior." Lin Xi analyzed.

"Both of them originally wanted to hide their clumsiness, and then decide whether to win or lose with one hit."

Ye Lingchen's eyes narrowed slightly, the sword appeared so fast, it was like a lightning strike, it pierced through Sartre in an instant, and was very domineering, cutting off Sartre's attack directly.

"There is actually a thunderbolt awakener in England, which is unique among awakeners." Wu Tianbao explained in a timely manner, "At this time, Sartre's palm and waist were severely injured, I'm afraid... "

However, he only stopped halfway through his words, because Sartre not only did not admit defeat, but started to fight back!

Sartre's body had the flow of Buddha's light, which directly suppressed the thunder around him. The pierced hand continued to burst out the Buddha's seal, and the large golden seal bombarded Anthony. At the same time, the other hand swung the iron rod, and again Sweep towards Anthony.

Under the thunder and lightning, he had no intention of retreating, nor did he retreat toward the retracting hand, but continued to attack against the hand pierced by the thunder and lightning.

The iron rod was also wrapped in a layer of Buddha's light, and it was so radiant that it swept away like a blanket of light, causing Anthony's complexion to change slightly.

Now, Sartre didn't even think about hiding his clumsiness, so he directly exerted his full power.

In Anthony's eyes, there seemed to be a flash of lightning, and the power of thunder and lightning of the Thunder Sword suddenly became stronger, and the lightning jumped wildly, bursting on the palm of Sartre.

Sartre's hand was already cracked with flesh and blood, and half of his palm was charred like charcoal.

However, he didn't seem to feel the pain, his face was neither sad nor happy, the long stick swept away towards Anthony, wanting to mash it into flesh with one stick.

The eyes of the king-level warrior on the side are condensed, and they are ready to go!

These two are fighting to the death!

Anthony's speed was very fast and he had the advantage, but Sartre fought for his life without fear, and suddenly changed the situation, who couldn't bear it first!

Anthony's face darkened slightly, but there was no fear.

Just when everyone thought he would dodge, he jumped with lightning in both hands and slapped the short blade!

"Zizzizi!"

The side of the short blade actually exploded a thunder long sword!

This short-edged blade is just to hide people's eyes and ears, but in fact, a long sword of thunder can be stretched out from all sides!