Although many gods, and even an entire god line, are spying on the powerful priesthood of war, no one dares to shake the position of the master of war in Tampas, even the god of war in the Muhamred god line (the gods who led the slaves to destroy the Imasca Empire), Anhe, does not dare to take a step beyond Lei Chi, even if the contradictions between the two sides are already very sharp, and sooner or later they will have to fight to the death.

As one of the many gods of war born from the first battle between the twin goddesses Suren and Shar, Tempus has defeated countless opponents over the course of tens of thousands of years, absorbing their divinity, priesthood, and divine power to grow and perfect himself, and he has perfectly blended the instinct of battle with the nature of war, never afraid of anyone or god's challenge.

Of course, Tampas was not perfect, because he was born too early and focused too much on personal strength, so many disciplined armies preferred to believe in Heim, the god of guard, Tom, the god of loyalty and courage, and the proud character of the Lord of War, who was never willing to use intrigues, so it was easy to be exploited.

However, considering the absolute suppression of quality over quantity in the magical land of the Feren Continent, Tampas's choice makes sense.

After all, a warrior can easily fit five or six civilians, a legendary warrior can crush an army, not to mention cheating races like giants and ogres, even if you are in a good formation and cooperate closely before the battle, you will still be crushed by unrivaled forces.

It is precisely because of this that almost all the gods of war do not have the divine duty of condensing the army, because it is useless at all, and the combat methods of the entire main plane tend to cooperate in a small area. Unless the enemy is a savage tribe that does not have a caster. Otherwise, a few fireballs and lightning will teach you how stupid it is to arrange a dense phalanx in minutes.

Overt and covert battles between gods rarely turn into direct confrontations. Basically, a few believers are selected as agents in the mortal world, and some interests are decided by their victory or defeat against each other.

Obviously, today's duel is a proxy battle between gods and gods, and Tampas and Geush are both gods who advocate the supremacy of power, so they simply let the believers fight to decide whether they win or lose.

But Vaughn, who was preoccupied at the moment, didn't know this, to be precise, he didn't have the energy to care about anything else now, One-Eyed Ront was too rich in combat experience, he was willing to bet. As long as you are a little distracted, your head will fall to the ground in the next second.

"Hey, hey! Boy, how are you feeling now. Wasn't your tone very arrogant? How did it become a shrunken turtle now? The old orc sneered loudly as he swung his two-handed axe and pressed closer.

Since the first encounter, he has grasped the weakness of his opponent, and after many bold advances and pressures, he quickly seized the opportunity to take the initiative, without showing the slightest weakness and lack of strength, and the speed of his weapon swing is simply several times faster than that of a young man.

Setting aside the oncoming axe blade, Vaughn retorted with a sneer, "Old fellow. Don't worry, I'll be able to get used to your attack routine in no time. When the time comes......"

Before he could finish his words, he immediately drew a mockery from One-Eyed Ronte: "Hahahahaha! Kid, you haven't woken up yet! I don't have any attack routines, I can speed up or slow down whenever I want, and I can easily change the angle of my attack. Like this...... Such...... And ...... like this."

As he spoke, his attack speed suddenly slowed down, and he instantly turned the sweep into an upward pick, followed by the muscles on his tense arms accelerated violently, and fiercely disintegrated the two-handed giant sword in Vaughn's hand, and the whole process went smoothly, fully reflecting the legendary warrior's control of weapons and accurate prediction.

Vaughn didn't expect that the two-handed axe could be used like this, and he was stunned in place, and his hands holding the sword were shocked and numb.

Although so far, neither side has used the unique abilities of legendary warriors, and only relied on their own martial arts to compete again, but he is not sure at all whether he can reverse the disadvantage if he uses legendary abilities.

There is no way, the accumulation of combat experience is directly related to whether a person lives in a bad environment or not, whether the enemy encountered is strong or not, and how many things he has experienced.

There is no doubt that in these areas, Saron has an absolute advantage. First of all, he was born in the dangerous wilderness of the highest wilderness, and he struggled with the extreme harshness of the natural environment. Secondly, he has been fighting all his life, climbing step by step to his current position, and he has also killed a giant dragon with his own hands, and is able to tame such a powerful monster as the swamp multi-headed lizard.

Finally, and most importantly, he didn't stop for a moment, honing his killing skills beyond the ordinary as primitive tribes fought each other for territory and prey, and almost every move of his enemies could not escape the sharp one-eye.

Vaughn's only strength he could be sure of now was strength, body, and wound speed, but the rest was at a disadvantage, and if it weren't for the instincts he had honed in the barbarian tribe, he would have died under that razor-sharp axe.

His original plan was to exhaust his opponent's body through a protracted battle, but now it seems too naïve.

One-eyed Lunt looks a little old, but ten minutes have passed since the start of the battle, and he still maintains a vigorous body, and he has not even been distracted in the slightest, just like a tireless killing machine, every movement has been predicted, and it is more difficult to take advantage of him than to ascend to the sky.

Feeling the slight sting caused by the wind gently brushing the wound, Vaughn laughed happily: "Hahahaha! I'll admit that you are more experienced than I am, and you are more skilled in martial arts, especially in the use of two-handed axes. But so what, the winner is not about who has the better skills, but who can survive in the end. ”

"Oh? Orc boy, don't you think you'll be able to beat me with your legendary abilities? There was a hint of sarcasm on Lund's scarred face, and he secretly raised his guard to prevent his opponent from suddenly bursting out.

You must know that the abilities of legendary warriors are strange, and some of them swing their weapons at high speed with their powerful body elements to launch stormy attacks. "Whirlwind Attack" and "Powerful Whirlwind Attack" fall into this category.

But more often than not, such as "trenches" with some kind of supernatural power. Or the "Mighty Attack", a trick that intimidates the enemy with momentum. As long as you are accidentally hit, then an instant is enough to decide life and death.

"Better than you?" Vaughn smiled self-deprecatingly. "No, I never expected to be able to outmaneuver an experienced warrior like you, but not being able to defeat doesn't mean you can't die, and of course it's possible to die together. Come on, let's open the final hole cards and see who survives. ”

After saying that, he took a deep breath and clenched the giant sword with a stern expression. The knees are slightly bent and look like they are about to do a thrust.

This move not only startled Lund, but also the surrounding audience.

After all, everyone knows that the two-handed greatsword is a bit easy to slash, and the heavy body of the sword does not allow it to stab as quickly as a long, short, and bayone.

However, Lunt did not dare to be careless, and stared at Vaughn's wrist with one eye, trying to find out the true intentions of his opponent.

But unfortunately, Vaughn's thrust posture is very standard, his wrists are not the slightest tremor or deformation, and his shoulders are slightly tilted. From the current state of affairs, it doesn't look like a feint at all.

Although Long had a hundred reasons not to believe his opponent would make such a move, he turned his two-handed axe sideways and prepared for the battle.

It's different from the usual orcs' violent and cruel personality. He was very cautious in battle, and in order to ensure that there were no accidents, he even secretly tightened every inch of muscle on his body, and whenever he encountered danger, he could immediately activate the legendary skill "Tenacity", making himself as indestructible as steel in a short period of time.

Vaughn noticed his opponent's small movements and shouted, "Are you ready?" I'm going to attack! Rest assured, this is the final blow, either you die or I die. ”

"Come on, boy, I'll let you know that it's all in vain, and from the moment you step up to the dueling arena, your fate is already sealed." One-eyed Ront let out cruel words without showing weakness. Judging from the situation just now, he does have this qualification.

"Whew!"

Vaughn took a deep breath to stabilize his heartbeat, and then in the next second, his two legs violently exerted force, and the whole person rushed out like an arrow from the string, with a powerful explosive power and the bonus of the Speed Boots, he came to the front in an instant.

Although Longt had predicted the location of the attack a long time ago, because he didn't expect the opponent's speed to be so fast, he dodged a little wolf, and the dragon skin armor on his body was inevitably cut open, and even the flesh inside was not spared, and blood seeped out along his chest.

Just when he thought he had avoided the fatal blow, a sneer appeared on Vaughn's face, and a whirlwind of air suddenly appeared on his arm, slamming directly into the injured chest.

"Bang!"

With a heavy muffled sound, Lunte involuntarily rose into the air, feeling his heart violently shake, and several ribs were broken in an instant. He immediately knew that this was the "shock attack" in the legendary warrior's special ability, and he endured the sharp pain and numbness, and did not hesitate to tense his muscles and use "tenacity"

Seeing that his attack was successful, Vaughn roared, and immediately started a furious posture, and the moment the opponent landed, it was immediately a wild slash, and the flesh and blood flew in an instant, and those who were a little timid would have nightmares when they saw it.

At this moment, Lunt was completely unable to move under the special effect of the "Shock Attack", and watched the scorching blade fall on him at once, if it weren't for the effect of toughness, he would have become a puddle of minced meat by now.

It can be said that the attack that this old orc is currently suffering is no stronger than a thousand cuts, but he can only hold on hard, because he only needs to hold on for a few seconds, and as soon as his body recovers, he can launch a counterattack, he knows very well that Vaughn will definitely have a short period of weakness after the rage, and he can kill the other party with one sentence if he firmly grasps this opportunity.

The hard work paid off, and in the blink of an eye, Lunte found that his hands and feet could move, and immediately swung his two-handed axe and smashed it on the sword, and then let out a roar that I don't know if it was anger or pain: "Ahhhhh!!!h Little cub! I'll kill you! (To be continued......)