Chapter 112: Four Systems vs One System

  As a reborn person who has experienced pride, failure and the taste of death, Mide certainly has the qualifications to say this. Moreover, for most geniuses, what is lacking is indeed setbacks and tempering.

  But in this context, speaking in such a condescending tone of voice can only serve to provoke.

  Martin, known as the "First Swordsman", how could he possibly take to heart the words of this pampered young master who had simply been lucky? Martin's eyes blazed with visible anger, and in an instant, he charged forward like a raging bull.

  In an instant, the slender rapier that had intimidated countless people was drawn from its scabbard, and at the same time, Middy also drew out a jet-black longsword capable of withstanding extreme will.

  The two opponents stood face to face for the first time, their bright slender sword and jet-black dark heaven sword clashed fiercely in the next instant, sparks flew between the two weapons, and Middy and Martin's faces flashed by in the sparks.

  With the reputation of being the first in fencing, Martin was driven by anger and decided to suppress completely from the start. He didn't have any intention of retreating or stopping. The slender sword in his hand kept thrusting out like a poisonous snake's fang, each strike fast and ruthless, accurately attacking Midy's vital points.

  Faced with such a stormy attack, even Miti could only adopt a tight defense for the time being.

  However, the actual pressure is not that great. After all, when he was even weaker and had not yet grasped the extreme meaning, Mi Di had already clashed with the 45-level "Nightmare Hand", and in the Spirit King Court expedition, he also encountered the dark spirit wandering gunman who mastered the essence of marksmanship.

  Not to mention the experience of the previous life, even in this life, Midei was never short of fighting against top-level strongmen.

  In addition, the Rose Hill Castle was an unfamiliar and hostile environment for Middy, in other words, a battlefield. Placed on the battlefield, a seasoned professional would naturally adjust his body to its most combat-ready state, with sensitivity soaring.

  Various factors superimposed on each other, although Middy is in a completely defensive posture, but it is guarded with a sense of order and hidden with a sense of accumulating momentum. The black sword body in Middy's hand turned into a curtain wall like flowing water, making every slash and thrust of Martin become a crisp collision sound and disperse.

  However, although he can still cope with it for the time being, Midei is very clear that since he has the title of "First Swordsman" and is also a recognized master in the Hamilton family, he cannot just make such an attack.

  It's just a warm-up for now, the real killer move is yet to come.

  But Medy couldn't just keep defending like this anymore.

  In the face of a true master, if one can only react passively, there will eventually come a time when they cannot keep up with the reactions, and at that moment, they will reveal openings and weaknesses, and suffer a fatal blow. Therefore, he must counterattack.

  The next moment, Mi Di carefully turned the sword body, using the sword as a shield, and once again sealed off the opponent's sharp stab. At the same time, he cleverly borrowed the impact force of this blow, and with a light step, he instantly retreated, pulling open the distance. Before Martin could catch up, the black-haired youth's figure had already turned into a wisp of smoke, and he went far away once again.

  Devil May Cry skills, Devil Trigger Flash.

  After a few rounds of fighting, Midei had roughly grasped Martin's style. As a pure 40-level Sword Soul, what he was most proud of was probably his speed. Not just the speed of drawing his sword, but also the speed of his movements and his neural reactions.

  It was precisely because of this chilling speed that he could originally challenge Midori's ultimate move.

  It is indeed a thrilling experience. Fighting against such an opponent at close range with swords drawn, and still being 4 levels lower, one misstep could lead to defeat.

  So Midei directly gave up close combat and opened a distance instead.

  After all, as a Kusazuri, apart from his extreme willpower, his greatest advantage lies in the powerful Oni God that surpasses ordinary levels on his left arm. Directly combining the characteristics of the four major series of Kusazuri into skills and distance suppression is the best option.

  In an instant, the two were separated by more than 20 meters. Before Martin could catch up, the tip of Middy's black heavenly sword had already condensed a formless but tangible magical power.

  The next moment, accompanied by intense fluctuations, dozens of fireballs directly shot out from the sword's edge, enveloping the so-called "First Swordsman" and the surrounding area within a radius of tens of meters.

  Asura skill, explosive bead continuous shooting.

  In an instant, a mushroom cloud of thick smoke rose from the ground, these explosive beads had not been charged, and their power was relatively small, not as powerful as the one that Mi Di shot out to blast open the Blood Blade Mercenary Team's base gate. However, when used against a single person, it showed extremely great destructive power.

  The white pebbles were scorched black under the large-scale attack, and under the rolling thick smoke, people could see a shocking sea of fire.

  If it were an ordinary professional, this round of bombardment would probably leave nothing but ashes.

  But Midei was well aware that the number one swordsman would not fall to such an extent of attack, at most it could only make him a bit embarrassed. However, in this huge arena with tens of thousands of spectators, the two words "embarrassed" were enough to make this arrogant enemy furious and defeated?

  Just as Miti had expected, a figure soon burst out of the thick smoke. He tapped his foot slightly on the ground and kicked up a wave of white sand that retreated like a tide. Using this astonishing reaction force, the figure accelerated again, charging towards Miti with crazy speed.

  After a round of bombing, Martin had already completely regarded Midi as a wandering gunman. As soon as he broke away from the sea of fire, he immediately adopted a strong charge approach, wanting to get closer.

  However, Midori is not a wandering gunman, and he has many methods to prevent his opponents from getting close.

  In an instant, a magical array that had been building up its strength fell down, stretching across Martin's path. The white sandy ground was instantly covered with ice and frost, spreading out like the arrival of the icy season in December.

  Another Devil May Cry skill, Ice Age.

  Facing this biting cold frosty land, Martin just let out a cold snort and didn't even think of going around it, instead he charged right in.

  All he saw was that his feet seemed to have grown wings, and with a nimbleness beyond compare, he stepped onto the ice cone, skillfully avoiding those sharp icicles that suddenly protruded from the ground, and in an instant, he had already covered half the distance. With just a few more breaths of time, he would be able to rush out from within, rush to Midie's side.

  But while Martin was walking swiftly, Middy's hands were not idle either.

  That hilt of the black heavenly sword once again condensed a strong magical fluctuation, taking advantage of the opponent still shuttling through the icy forest, and again several ice arrows overflowing with cold air shot out from the sword's edge.

  Another Asura skill, Ice Blade Wave Sword.

  This time, Martin's speed finally slowed down. By the time he dodged the ice blade and rushed out of the icy array, Middy had once again opened up a distance with his ghostly shadow flash. Then, as usual, came the explosive fireball smashing down on him.

  Pull open distance, firepower bombardment, formation constraint.

  It's a very simple method, but it's incredibly effective. The key is that even if Martin knows what Middy wants to do, he can only watch with his eyes open and can't stop him.

  Because Jianhun is strong, after all, it's just a branch of Guijian Shi. But Midei relies on the mysterious ghost god in his left arm and has mastered all the skills of Guijian Shi's four systems. Excluding the uncontrollable Kuang Wushi, the other three systems have already covered various skills such as long-range, mid-range, and close combat, directly achieving a tactical advantage over Jianhun.

  Of course, mastering multiple skills does not mean invincibility.

  The battle with "Nightmare Hand" Wiseman Newton or the Dark Elf Gunslinger was also fraught with peril.

  However, at this moment, it is not a desperate fight, but a "battle of honor" watched by tens of thousands of people. It basically does not involve life and death, and the outcome is also secondary. The most important thing is to capture people's hearts and create an advantage for returning to the negotiating table later.

  Under such circumstances, Martin was led by the nose and did not say whether he could seize the opportunity to reverse the situation in the end. Just in terms of image, it has already been greatly discounted.

  The proud "First Swordsman of the Branch", was actually beaten by a small earl's son who hadn't even reached level 40, and could only dodge and hide in the magical explosion, yet couldn't even touch the corner of his opponent's clothes?

  The thought of most of the people in Rose City, including his beloved Princess Fiona, watching his embarrassing state, made Martin's anger rise rapidly.

  He could no longer afford to be pretentious and had no leisure to hide his trump card, finally deciding to unleash the killer move.

  The slender sword in Martin's hand, which made everyone tremble with fear, suddenly switched from his right hand to his left.

  And the next moment, a ray of light shot out from his right hand, drawing a bright and dazzling mark in mid-air, directly shattering dozens of ice blades that Mide had shot at him into powder.

  Very strong

  Midi's black pupils suddenly contracted, and his face also became solemn. He had previously made some guesses that the true trump card of this number one fencer might be the light sword, after all, that was the weapon that a true swordsman was most skilled at wielding.

  But at this moment, until it shone out, Midei only discovered that Martin's trump card was not a lightsaber.

  But a whip of light.

  A fearsome light whip that radiates lightning all over its body, making up for the shortcomings of close combat.

  "Midi Altrix, I have to admit, you're not bad, actually forcing me to take out this Thunder Whip in front of these tens of thousands of people." Martin stopped in his tracks, licked his lips, and a cold smile curled up at the corner of his mouth. "But soon, you'll pay the price for this, a steep price."

  Accompanied by Martin's cold and ruthless tone, the light whip was like a poisonous snake spitting out its letter, bringing with it a shrill and piercing sound that shattered the air.