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Chapter 40

The vehicle drove gently on the road that had been under martial law.

Before Bai Chen's ass was hot, Deanna had already handed over a document to Ba Chen.

"Although there is no video data, this is the information we have collected for you as much as possible, and it has the battle tricks and habits of the King of Swords, etc., but I don't know if it will help you. "

"I have a heart. "

Bai Chen smiled, and the result document began to read.

Looking at the young man's serious appearance, Deanna was also extremely worried.

It's time to come.

Now the Bronze Black Cross, the fate of himself and his lover Liliana has been maintained in the body of the young king.

If he loses this battle, the saddest thing will definitely be the magic association of their early allegiance.

No matter how careless the King of Swords is, the other magic associations will never let go of the opportunity to fall into the well after failure.

And, from a woman's point of view.

She also doesn't want anything to happen to a teenager who has had in-depth communication with her.

Not to mention their mood, after Bai Chen adjusted his mentality, he did not feel nervous or worried.

However, you have to be serious when you should be serious.

Strategically despising and tactically attaching importance to this is the experience left by our ancestors.

Even if the battle between the godslayer has left the realm of mortals, it still can't bypass the physique, skill, experience, and state.

Needless to say, physique and state, everyone is a god killer, and there will be no obvious difference.

The only gap is experience and skill.

In terms of experience, Bai Chen is completely at a disadvantage.

And skill is also the king of swords has the advantage.

Bai Chen knew that if he only used the swordsmanship he had practiced in the past two days to deal with Tony, the end would undoubtedly be miserable.

"All knights' swordsmanship can be mastered in a month at most, and they will be proficient in at least half a month, and they can also be integrated into their own skills, not the kind of half-bucket of water that is put together in a piecemeal..."

Even Bai Chen couldn't help but sigh that Tony was the son of destiny.

If you don't have a chat group to do your golden finger, just look at luck, all the god-killers in this world are the kind that open and hang to the limit.

Take Mrs. Aisha, for example.

She was originally just a low-caste servant in the most ordinary India, and she had not learned any combat skills, let alone spells.

And Lady Aisha, on the other hand, killed a god of disobedience by a very coincidental circumstance.

This kind of coincidence is as ridiculous as encountering a strong brown bear in the wild, and when it rushes towards you, you accidentally hit your head and die.

"Master, is the King of Swords really powerful?".

Liliana asked quietly.

Deanna didn't speak, and Bai Chen answered instead of her.

"It's not a question of whether he's good or not, it's a very special kind. "

He played a very famous meme, but unfortunately no one could pick it up.

"Salvatore was a rare swordsman, and before he became a godslayer, he traveled far and wide to practice, and by relying on his swordsmanship alone, he was able to outperform the knights who used spells. "

Deanna said.

"That's... Isn't it a disadvantage for the king to fight him?".

Liliana's face was grim.

It's a loss.

Bai Chen also had to admit this.

It's just....

"Godslayers don't rely on experience and skill to determine who is the winner. "

Bai Chen said lightly.

Such a smooth voice inadvertently smoothed the oppressive atmosphere in the car.

"Just like Schrödinger's theorem, the cat inside will always be in a state of death and life until you open the box, and the battle between godkillers is the same, and the future is unpredictable until the result is actually reached. "

While speaking, Bai Chen looked out the window.

Ignoring the barrier between the soundproof glass and the atmosphere, he could clearly feel that the godkillers of his own clan were inviting him.

......

"It's too slow. "

Under the shade of the trees swaying in the breeze.

The girl in a crimson and ornate gown, with bright blonde hair like a dazzling crown, crossed her arms and muttered softly.

"What an unpunctual king. "

She has a delicate face like a princess out of a fairy tale.

The beautiful face is still childish, but it is mixed with a bit of heroism and arrogance.

"Don't say much, Erica, I'm just here as an entourage today. "

At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a silver helmet and a tall posture beside the girl whispered a warning.

The commander of his Bronze Black Cross, Paul Bluntree.

The girl next to him is his niece and one of the only two prodigies in Italy, Erica Brontri.

"Got it, uncle. "

Erica replied.

Then he looked at a blonde young man who was standing on the side of the road not far away.