Dual-attribute sprites often had more ways to cultivate than single-attribute sprites, and the two Marsala in front of him were like this.
One was mainly ice while the other was evil, and each of its attacks was accompanied by terrifying ice damage. It had extremely deep attainments in the development of the ice ability.
The other was mainly evil while the other was ice. It relied on a high frequency of powerful damage, and at the same time, it quickly accumulated severe pain, fear, and other negative emotions, causing double damage to the opponent's body and mind.
On the dueling field, the two Mahalas collided with each other once again.
Frozen Fist and Hidden Attack collided, and the blue cold light and the dark black light sputtered everywhere, but no one could do anything to the other.
At such a close distance, the two sides could even see each other through the other's blood-colored pupils.
"Niu ~"
Heavenly Willow's old Marsala showed a bad smile, as if praising the strength of this junior in front of it.
But Mo Yan's Marsala just curled its lips in disdain, and with the toughness in its heart, it used another bit of strength to suppress it.
Old Marsala continued to smile, and took the initiative to withdraw from the meaningless wrestling. At the same time, it used the force to twist its body, and almost instantly completed the sword dance.
Mo Yan frowned. The other party used the force too quickly, which was equivalent to gaining a skill.
Old Marsala's obviously weak strength no longer existed after the sword dance, and it even slightly exceeded it.
Then it counterattacked.
Frozen Fist!
"High-speed Movement!"
Mo Yan's order and Marsala's action happened almost at the same time, because the resonance of the same frequency had already sent the order in advance.
As for why he still had to say it, Mo Yan had his own ideas.
After no longer meeting force with force, Mo Yan's Marsala showed amazing dodging ability, sliding wantonly on the frozen ice, avoiding the crazy attacks of the opposite side.
Two minutes later, old Marsala took the initiative to stop the attack, and looked at the junior in front of it with a cautious face!
What a terrifying speed!
Mo Yan raised the corner of his mouth, knowing that this was the area where Marsala had improved the most in recent years.
After all, its master was the champion Marsala. That existence could only freeze space cracks!
"Split tiles!"
"Niu La!"
This time, after Mo Yan's order sounded, Marsala did not move in unison. Instead, she gave her opponent a mocking smile.
Then … Marsala disappeared!
Not even a shadow could be seen, but the sound of explosions constantly affected Old Marsala's state of mind.
Suddenly, a faint shadow froze on the right side of Old Marsala.
Without the slightest hesitation, Marsala immediately activated the protective energy shield.
It was waiting for Mo Yan's Marsala to walk right into its trap!
But in the next moment, the black shadow streaked past the energy shield at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then disappeared again.
Slash … Slash across!
Old Marsala's face changed as she realized that she had lost.
But in fact, the moment he could not see Marsala's whereabouts, he was doomed to fail.
Even if Mo Yan's Marsala took the initiative to reveal a flaw in the shadow, the old Marsala could only be beaten.
Defending was just a skill that could extend his life for a short period of time.
Old Marsala did not dare to bet that Marsala's first attack was fake.
At such a close distance, the bone claw only needed to stretch forward a little and it could easily touch it.
Sure enough, the moment the energy shield dissipated, the shadow did not appear again. Old Marsala flew out like a cannonball.
Split tiles, Marsala who had four times the resistance to ice + evil.
Not to mention that Marsala had been accumulating power for so long!
In a competition of the same race, it was obvious who was stronger and who was weaker. After Cheng Long and Spiked Shell, in Marsala's civil war, Mo Yan won again.
Three consecutive victories!
Mo Yan's strength was so strong that even the most experienced Heavenly King Willow seemed to be unable to resist him!
Gradually, Marsala's figure appeared on the field, but it was still running around the field.
It was slowly decelerating, using a relatively gentle method to gradually withdraw from its terrifying high-speed state.
When Marsala finally stopped, its black skin reflected a faint red light, and at the same time, white steam rose, all caused by the evaporation of Marsala's sweat.
"Niu La ~"
Marsala panted heavily and looked at its fallen comrade. A trace of excitement flashed in its eyes, and then it calmly walked back to Mo Yan's side.
It was as if it was saying, "It's just a small scene ~"
On the other side, Heavenly King Willow looked at Old Marsala who had fallen to the ground and was also a little stunned.
After so many years, there was finally a new Four Heavenly Kings who could directly crush his second team of elves in terms of strength.
Although Banjira and Mongonaia performed very well before, this Marsala in front of him really made him feel amazed.
'It seems that the Shi Ping Champion does have some skills, that's good too …'
Thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning. Heavenly King Willow timely turned his daze into 30% unwillingness, 30% disappointment, 30% gratification, and an imperceptible relaxation.
Then, Heavenly King Willow suddenly raised his right hand and calmly said under the questioning gaze of the referee.
"I admit defeat!"
Wow!!!
In an instant, the whole audience was in an uproar, and the sound of discussion was overwhelming.
No one would have thought that just halfway through the competition, the former number one Heavenly King Willow would admit defeat so easily.
So what if he lost three rounds in a row, where was his White Sea Lion? Where was the messenger bird? Where was Sister Bewitching Lip?
These real main players had not even appeared, how could they suddenly admit defeat!
Especially those fans who had rushed over from all over to support Heavenly King Willow, cheering with all their might, but were still suppressed by Mo Yan's home field advantage. At this moment, they almost could not help but cry out loud.
But no matter how the audience reacted, the referee confirmed it again after his initial confusion. Only then did he calmly make the judgment.
"I announce that Heavenly King Willow has voluntarily given up this competition, so the winner of the third round of the first round of the Four Heavenly Kings ranking competition is … Heavenly King Mo Yan!"
With the referee's announcement, the result of the competition was settled and could not be changed.
But Mo Yan did not say a word, and just stared at Heavenly King Willow opposite him.
Heavenly King Willow looked at the younger generation in front of him who was stronger, more handsome, and more famous than he was when he was young, and was still in a good mood.
"The strong are strong in the heart, the future depends on you!"
After Heavenly King Liu finished speaking, he waved at the fans who supported him. Then, with a wave of his sleeves, he left the stage.
"Nuala?"
Marsala called out in a daze, not quite understanding why someone would admit defeat halfway through the competition.
Could it be that her performance was too strong and scared the other party?
'Looks like I still have to hide a few tricks up my sleeve, so that there will be more opponents,' Marsala thought seriously.
Not knowing what Marsala was thinking, Mo Yan felt that although Heavenly King Willow left so quickly, it did not seem to be pure enough.
Perhaps he had been waiting for such an opportunity to let go of the burden of being one of the Four Heavenly Kings.
But … why was this happening?
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