In the middle of the camp was an empty field, a small area used by the Black Cat Chamber of Commerce guards in the camp.

At this moment, a burly man with a long-handled hammer was standing in the middle. In front of him was a black-haired young man with a sword in his right hand, and behind this young man, a long mark was pulled out of the ground, which was the trace of his charge.

These two people are Hank and Sean in a duel!

Windy.

Hank could feel a strong wind rising, but there was no trace of the air around him. In the next moment, he realized that it was not the wind at all, but the action of Sean raising his sword and stabbing - because the movement was too fast and too violent, as if even air could pierce it, and the air flow wrapped around the sword body and swept rapidly.

His first reaction was: no way!

Then the second reaction was to block Sean's blow.

The scene he saw in his consciousness was stretched for a long time at this moment, whether it was the traces of the air flow rolling over the sword's body, or the action of the long sword's stabbing action, it was all presented in Hank's eyes. The only thing he could do was to raise the hammer in his hand to block Sean's blow!

"Bell!"

The tip of the sword pierced the hammer side of the hammer.

"Bang!"

The air current, exploding on the hammer side of the hammer.

"Ryo!"

Vibration, transmitted from the hammer surface.

Sean and Hank were both shocked, the only difference was that Sean was slightly numb due to the force he exerted. But Hank, as the defender, almost completely took on the impact and explosiveness of this force.

footsteps, unconsciously took a step back.

There is one, and naturally there are two.

Hank, who took two steps back, turned pale, and his eyes were no longer shocked, but naked horror: how could a second-order powerhouse have such a strong explosive power!

Picking up the hammer, Hank swung forward, but the feeling of emptiness made him understand that his blow did not hit Sean at all. After the hammer moved away from his face, he realized that the distance between him and Sean had once again reached ten meters away.

All this seemed to be the same as the initial situation, but the others present knew that in the first round of the competition, their proud hero Hank, had already lost to the thin young man with black hair in front of him.

Hank's face turned slightly pale, and he finally didn't dare to underestimate Sean anymore, because he found that Sean was definitely a difficult opponent.

One touch! Retreat!

There was no idea of chasing after the victory, if it was an ordinary person, I was afraid that I would be very excited just now, and then I would start an attack. But Sean not only didn't, but quickly pulled away from him, obviously making up his mind not to attack rashly. And this is what Hank cares about the most, because he knows too well where his weaknesses are, and if he continues to rush forward, he is afraid that he will suffer another loss.

And some losses will only be eaten once.

"Aren't you on?" Sean stared at Hank, and there was only one feeling in his mind at the moment, that is, the current Hank was actually full of all kinds of flaws in his eyes, "Since you don't go up, then change me." ”

As soon as the sword was raised, Sean immediately attacked, only this time he didn't use the dash, but rushed forward like Hank had done before.

Sean's running didn't have the amazing sound of Hank's shaking mountains, but it did have a huge pressure that made it impossible to catch his breath.

Faced with this heavy pressure, Hank involuntarily changed from holding the hammer in one hand to holding the hammer in both hands, and the look on his face was no longer relaxed before, replaced by a kind of concentration and solemnity. …,