Wizard: I Brought the Wrong System

Chapter 451 The combination of fighting

The old mercenary's toes touched the ground lightly, his body leaned sideways against the ground, and while rolling continuously, he used the inertia to pull out a bottle of glass potion from his waist.

However, at the critical moment when he was holding the potion tightly and preparing to throw it, he was surprised to find that Yaro had once again retreated to his previous position.

"It was a stalemate in the first round, but I have the upper hand in the second round, right?" Yaro asked calmly.

The old mercenary stood up slowly and remained silent.

"Then, next is the third round, get ready..."

Yaro took a deep breath, and then it was time to show off his muscles!

The second level of Magic Fighting Technique—Feng Zhanyu!

The metal boots under his feet shone with dazzling light, and mysterious runes quickly wrapped around his body like chains.

The leather armor burned like flames, releasing bursts of light that condensed into a set of pitch-black energy armor.

Absorbing the energy of chaos, the magic pattern chains became thicker, intertwined with each other, and outlined into strange feathers. Countless feathers were continuously superimposed in the energy armor, and the combination formed a beautiful black flame phoenix.

The black flame phoenix let out a high-pitched whistling sound, spreading its wings and hovering in the energy armor, as if it had become a real life. The black flames continued to surge, rubbing and colliding around Yaro, and bursting out tiny electric lights.

Sizzle...

"The stench of the abyss?"

The old mercenary's expression became extremely solemn. He threw away the sword in his hand without hesitation and quickly drew out the other long sword on his back.

Judging from the appearance alone, this sword is very similar to the previous steel sword. The only difference is that the blade exudes a more dazzling luster, exudes a solemn and sacred aura, and seems to be coated with a mysterious layer. silver.

"Are you ready?"

Yaro's voice was still very steady, his eyes were clear, and the changes around him seemed to have nothing to do with him.

The old mercenary's heart sank.

—An abyss warlock with sanity? This is an enemy I have never encountered before!

Yaro also discovered that the old mercenary had real hostility, so he didn't bother to explain.

The goal of a demon hunter is to hunt monsters, which naturally includes stowaways from the abyss.

However, Yaro, who has activated the magic attack technique, is confident that he can directly crush the old mercenary who has raised real hostility.

Once you defeat him, it’s not too late to explain to him!

“Round 3—begin!”

At Yaro's command, a hole was blasted out of the ground, and his figure disappeared immediately!

"The devil retreats!"

The old mercenary roared angrily, and the silver-plated broad sword suddenly burst into divine light!

Sizzle...

The fierce arc sound had just reached the old mercenary's ears, and a cross sword was already close at hand!

"So fast!"

The old mercenary secretly marveled in his heart and responded quickly. His arm muscles suddenly stiffened, and the silver sword exuding sacred white light immediately faced him.

Clang—!

The swords clashed, sparks bursting out, and the two swords were stagnant in mid-air for a moment.

The strength of the old mercenary is stronger than imagined, and it has definitely surpassed the official knight!

"Chirp—!"

Yaro's eyes were still calm, but the black flame phoenix was roaring angrily. Each strange feather shone with a deep light, and the cross sword moved uncontrollably towards the old mercenary's body.

"Drink!"

The old mercenary's face turned crimson at a speed visible to the naked eye, the veins on his arms popped out, and the silver sword in his hand also emitted an even stronger light.

—But still can't stop the cross sword!

Suddenly, the old mercenary's steps staggered and he suddenly turned sideways.

The silver sword, which was no longer suppressed, was like a taut spring, rising with lightning speed.

The sword blade tore through the air, making a harsh sound!

But at this moment, Yaro's figure seemed to turn into a ghost, suddenly retreating, and then suddenly moving forward in a completely normal manner, ignoring the inertia of retreating.

Instantaneous Body Technique—Two Instantaneous Body!

In just an instant, Yaro missed the attack of the silver sword.

The cross sword is as fast as lightning!

"Snapped!"

"Uh...ahem!"

The old mercenary, who was rolling to dodge, covered his throat and coughed repeatedly before he could get up.

After coughing a few times, he let go and took a look.

—There is no blood on the hands!

Not injured?

He was stunned, then collapsed, forming a "big" shape, sleeping on the muddy grass, breathing greedily.

"Hahaha…"

Yaro once again stood at his previous position, looking at the embarrassed old mercenary, and said calmly:

"You have died once now, do you still have the strength? I can continue to give you a chance."

The old mercenary lazily raised one hand and waved it as if he were holding a white chess piece.

"you win."

The old mercenary gasped and said with difficulty, "I admit...ahem...you are very strong...I am no match for you."

Yaro smiled slightly, withdrew his magic fighting skills, walked slowly to the old mercenary, and stretched out a hand:

"We are not enemies, I hope... you understand that."

If you still don't understand, I'll beat you until you do.

The old mercenary panted, finally nodded, and stood up taking Yaro's hand.

At this moment, the otter who was watching the battle nervously ran over quickly, crawled at the old mercenary's feet and shouted "Ahhh", as if he was worried about the old mercenary's condition.

The old mercenary rubbed the otter's head, breathed slowly and said nothing.

Yaro handed over the steel sword discarded on the ground next to him.

The old mercenary took the steel sword and said hesitantly: "You...are not an abyss warlock?"

"of course not!"

Yaro answered decisively.

The old mercenary nodded, not sure whether he believed it or not, but silently staggered the scabbard, put the steel sword on his back, and put the silver-plated sword in the scabbard at his waist.

Yaro pretended not to know and asked, "I've fought you three times, but I still don't know your name. How should I call you?"

"Anabe."

Yaro thought of the self-introduction of the young demon hunter before, and added with a smile: "Manticore school, demon hunter, Anabe?"

"Not all demon hunters are of the Manticore school. I am of the Manticore school... I used to be. I had left the Manticore school a few years ago. Now I am a free mercenary and a poor tramp."

Anabe didn't bother to hide his identity as a witcher—his former identity as a witcher. Find Shuyuan www.zhaｏshuyuan.com

Yaro did not refute, but asked: "So, how many people like you are there who were once homeless people of the Manticore School?"

"What's the meaning?"

Anabe glanced sideways at Yaro. The messy beard on his face concealed his expression. Judging from his eyes, it seemed that he really didn't understand Yaro's meaning.

"San Ferrando Empire, Ferrando Wizard Family." Yaro pointed out two key words.

Arrow had known earlier that there were senior apprentices stationed in the San Ferrando Empire, but he didn't understand why no powerful wizard apprentice came forward to stop the skeletons being cleared away in his own earl territory...

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