Spearman's Fate

This feeling of wantonly swaying his power made him seem to have returned to a few years ago...

He is grateful to Lancer!

Although he didn't know what method the other party used to restore himself, there was no doubt that he was very grateful to the other party!

So what's the best way to be grateful?

There is no doubt that according to the request of the other party, fight him fairly once!

If he didn't hold back his hand, every time he swung his fist, a gust of wind would be created, and with hundreds of punches, his position was completely transformed into the eye of the storm, and the frantic airflow inside the entire 'magic circle' could already visually.

It was only at this time that Lancer's performance made the onlookers understand Lancer's 'frightening'.

Indeed, the strength and speed of Orumat are terrifying. Once hit head-on, Lancer's combat power will drop sharply, but the problem is that Lancer really managed not to be touched under the crazy attack of Orumat. bump into!

Even though his body was full of small wounds blown by the storm, and even his forehead and shoulder blades were injured by Oulumite's punch, he still stood upright, and even the 'Bana' on the other's left shoulder was watered with blood. It looks even more coquettish, and it even feels that the petals that were originally opened seem to have opened a little more.

Undoubtedly, none of the people present felt that they could survive the opponent's attack for such a long time. At least they knew one thing, that is, their attacks might not be able to hit Lancer.

But at this moment, Lancer had completely forgotten about everyone outside the arena, and now he only had Orumite in his eyes!

dodge!Look for weaknesses!

dodge!Look for weaknesses!

dodge!Look for weaknesses!

……

There is no doubt that he has not repeated similar things mechanically, and the result is self-evident, but he is not discouraged at all. After all, if it is really so easy to be found by him, then the other party is not Orumaite. up.

He always felt as if he had caught something...

At the same time, as the battle continued, Olumite seemed to be aware of Lancer's special situation.

After all, from the excited smile on Lancer's face to the seriousness and solemnity now, he knows that Lancer has entered a 'special' state, and he has two choices at this time.

The first one is to continue fighting with the opponent as before, and gradually increase his speed and strength, but the difference is that he was adapting to his body before, but now he is deliberately controlling it.

As for the other, he shot with all his might.

Do I still need to choose the answer?

He is Aurumite, he is a symbol of peace, he is a warrior, and he is also—a teacher!

Looking at Lancer's pure and fighting eyes————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

Different from the previous smile that was obsessed with fighting and blood, the smile on his face now is more gentle and open-minded.

But there is no doubt that the change of Orumite's expression at this time and Lancer, who had completely sunk everything into the bottom of his heart, did not notice it. At this time, he was only wholeheartedly looking for the fleeting 'weakness' in Oulumite's body!

Obviously the intensity of the battle is gradually increasing, but he is also more concentrated under the tremendous pressure, until—————

Like a morning star in the dark night, the dazzling brilliance made Lancer's eyes widen in the darkness, and the spear in his hand stabbed out without hesitation——

"Thorn~!!"

The ear-piercing sound of rubbing awakened Lancer. Looking at Oulumite who was squatting on the ground clutching his side, Lancer's face showed ecstasy at first, but this ecstasy was fleeting, and turned into 'doubt' and 'Puzzled', but then turned into 'angry', but this anger didn't last long and finally turned into silence...

Because Lancer figured it out.

At this time, half of his face and body were completely stained red with blood, which was the result of the previous wounds collapsing during the violent exercise, and he himself was panting continuously while leaning on the spear after the stabbing. .

The winner was covered in blood, while the loser just squatted there clutching his side.

Winners are sullen, while losers are all smiles.

This strong contrast is incredible.

"I lost……"

As Lan Se's voice fell, the magic circle that was originally surrounded by it gradually became quiet.

This originally strange battle came to an end under the puzzled eyes of everyone.

And Oulumite, who was clutching his stomach, had a wry smile all over his face.

"No, I lost."

Oulumite naturally knew the reason for Lancer's surrender, but he didn't think so. After all, he didn't sell the last flaw on purpose.

But Lancer shook his head.

"No! I lost! But I will not thank you for it! Because this time there is no glory to speak of in this victory! But... I still want to thank you, it is you who helped me take that crucial step... ..."

A fight is a fight, a duel is a duel.

On the real battlefield, as long as Lancer's bottom line is not touched, then he will do anything, whether it is to use the opponent's wounds or weaknesses, or even apply poison, but he will never do this in a duel. Do it, because it is meaningless, because even if he wins his opponent, he will not feel happy at all.

What Lancer said was extremely contradictory, and there were even language problems, but Oulumite laughed instead, because he did not misread Lancer, and he had seen it from the opponent's gun during his battle before. A kind of 'purity', he believed that what he had done would not be in vain, and seeing Lancer's reaction now undoubtedly proved the correctness of his decision.

Looking at the laughing Olumite, Lancer felt a little strange.

"Why did you do this? Don't you know the result of your loss in the 'duel' as a 'symbol of peace'?"

"I know! Of course I know! But I trust other people here, and you... will you say it?"

Seeing the smiling question from this serious man just now, Lancer turned his head in displeasure.