The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　Dorn’s Sons battle group is active around the Eye of Fear all year round, often dealing with Chaos Star Warriors, and knowing those traitors very well.

　　 "It's strange to say, his swordsmanship...I always feel it."

　　Huberto Silver touched his chin and said to his deputy:

　　 "How is it similar to the traitors of the Third Army?"

　　 The deputy nodded. Their battle group had just fought with a gangster who was fighting against evil. Those fallen swordsmen caused them a lot of casualties—and they were very good at using double swords.

　　 "Indeed, the numbers are similar, fast and ruthless, and focus on attacking the next game."

　　 "But if you look closely, there are still differences. There are a lot of unloading and winding skills...should it be a coincidence?"

"probably-"

　　On the field, the double swords and shields kept colliding, and each collision released a frightening ripple towards the blocker.

　　Ustad’s arms even looked a little fuzzy because of his rapid movements, but his face under the helmet was already sweating profusely and was panting—

　　 And Muthari just insisted on his shield and waved his sword from time to time, watching the momentum of his opponent coldly.

　　 The creak of metal friction and sparks of collision echoed across the square.

　　 "Ha! Ha!"

　　 Ten seconds later, Ustad continued to attack, continuing his quick pace.

　　 But the speed is not as fast as before.

　　 Seeing that the opponent had been pushed to the edge of the arena, Ustad suddenly rushed to the left, then suddenly turned back, raised his swords, and aimed at Muthari's torso.

　　 In the next second, the three weapons collided in the rain of sparks, entangled tightly.

　　Ustad exhausted the power of both hands, poured the power of his whole body, and pushed hard.

　　 Muthari held it for a while before staggering back, losing his balance.

　　 "Aha!"

　　 Seeing that victory was in sight, Ustad screamed and rushed over.

　　 With a loud noise, Muthari slammed into the pillars at the four corners of the arena, and the steel that felt hard seemed to squeeze into his back—the arena had no fences, but there were four pillars.

　　 Before Ustad's halberd struck his chest where he was just now, he rolled and avoided.

　　 Suddenly, there was a wild laugh from the viewing platform. Everyone turned their heads and saw that it was the representative of the Black Temple, Sith Garrett, the marshal of the 11th Expeditionary Fleet.

　　 "Play well! You have to have this kind of momentum!"

　　 When Muthari avoided another slam and stumbled out of the attack range, there was another low ridicule in the distance.

　　 "It's too far."

　　Ustad completely ignored the voices outside the court. He just chased his target closely, panting, the helmet and eyepieces were full of sweat mist.

　　 He is about to win, he has pushed the opponent to the edge of the arena step by step.

　　 But he ignored the reality that his physical strength has been severely consumed.

　　 And Muthari saved enough energy in the conflict just now—

"Ah!"

　　 Suddenly, Muthari threw the shield in his hand towards Ustad.

　　 Ustad was caught off guard by this order, and he could only cross the two swords to block, but the huge power carried by the shield directly knocked him back a few steps, and the sword in his hand was also weakly withdrawn to the left and right.

　　 At this time, Ustad's front was completely defenseless for the first time.

　　 Muthari made a posture with his body curled up before jumping, then jumped out, rushed toward Ustad's torso, and slammed him back.

　　 The opponent's speed was so fast that Ustad couldn't drop his sword in time.

　　 Muthari tied him tightly with his arms, pushing him backwards until he hit a pillar in the arena and suddenly clanged.

　　 Seized the opportunity. Although the champion of the White Temple lost control of the shield, he still clenched the sword tightly and prepared to give his opponent a heavy blow.

　　 But at this critical moment, the air around the two suddenly became very cold.

　　 At that moment, Ustad's arms burst out with a huge force, directly breaking free from Muthari's restraint.

"what-"

　　 In surprise, before Muthari reacted, Ustad stepped forward and slammed his head directly into the opponent's face.

　　 For an instant, Muthari's head tilted back, his eyepieces shattered every inch, and a pungent breath of blood began to fill the air.

"you....."

　　 Muthari swung his sword to force him back, and then stared at Ustad's figure through the broken eyepiece.

"who is it?"

　　 Ustad did not respond. Instead, he exhausted all his strength to charge forward, and Muthari could only passively accept the battle.

　　 The sword and the sword collided time and time again, and the sharp blade shone when they collided.

　　Along with the movement of the two fighters, each attack only had an afterimage, and the audience kept making exclamation sounds.

　　 But Soshyang frowned suddenly, he felt the power of the gray marrow.

　　 "Ustad...I already told him, this guy!"

　　 Tightened his hand armor, Ustad's recklessness made Soshyang a little annoyed. Doesn't the other party know what will happen if the secret is revealed?

　　 But Talos next to him is very optimistic.

　　 "It's okay, wearing a helmet, let's talk about it..... Isn't he doing this to make your face shine?"

　　 "I said, just try my best."

　　 "For a soldier, the feeling of failure is not uncomfortable anyway. Although he doesn't talk much in his daily life, I can see that he has a deep feeling for you and the battle group."

"Ugh......"

　　 In the face of Ustad's torrential attack, Muthari made no concessions this time.

　　 Retreat does not exist for him at all, UU reading www.uukanshu. com because he no longer has a shield, a step back is a failure.

Ustad’s sword cut through his armor, and the damage was cold and deep. Every cut was sucking his remaining strength. Although his sword would make wounds on the opponent’s armor from time to time, it was far from efficient. Compare with each other.

　　 In the process, Ustad seemed dumb, making almost no sound, not even gasping.

　　 Realizing this, Muthari frowned, as if he became worried, and even the sword slowed down a lot.

　　 But Ustad won't let this opportunity pass. He leaned closer and kicked Muthari in the chest amid the buzzing of their weapons.

　　 followed immediately for the second time, hitting the abdomen directly.

　　 Each impact echoed in the corridor like the forge of a furnace.

　　The subsequent two swords fought together, and Muthari's sword fell to the ground.

　　 After the opponent slammed his chest with the hilt three times, Muthari stumbled back towards the edge of the arena, eventually lost his balance and fell to the ground after a few heartbeats.

　　 Soshyang shook his head with a sigh, and the audience burst into applause.

　　 "Astral Knight, Ustad, win!!!"

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