When Lan Ling walked to the center of the battlefield, everyone was stunned.
It was actually a guy with a jade-like face and no scars on his body. He was even more beautiful than a woman.
The Wildhorse Chief laughed and said, "Constantine, how could you be so careless? You actually sent your pet boy to his death."
Then, the Wildhorse tribe behind him also joined in, "Chief Constantine, even if you don't want this beauty, don't waste it. Just give her to me."
"Don't tell me that your pet boy slept with your wife and made you wear a green hat. That's why you want to kill him!"
Amidst the laughter of the crowd, Lan Ling walked to the center of the battlefield.
Meanwhile, Suo Mo closed his eyes in pain!
Things had actually deteriorated to this extent. Constantine was actually this vicious.
He had only revealed the thought of handing over the foreign troops to Lan Ling, and Constantine had already put him to death.
What pained him the most was that Du Yan had actually added fuel to the fire and wanted to kill Lan Ling for the sake of power.
It seemed like Dina was right. This person was a cruel and unscrupulous person.
What should he do now?
Watch Lan Ling die?
Although Lan Ling was now a seventh-rank warrior, it was just as everyone else had said. He had only gone through weight-bearing training and had almost no actual combat experience.
Not to mention that his opponent was a Magic Warrior and a Berserker, a Berserker who was invulnerable.
It could be said that even a 3-star Magic Warrior might not be a match for this Berserker, let alone a 7th-grade Swordsman like Lan Ling. Furthermore, he was a 7th-grade Swordsman who had not undergone sword training or actual combat training.
Therefore, not only did all the foreign troops think that Lan Ling would definitely die in this battle, but even Suo Mo felt that Lan Ling was definitely going to die in this battle.
Was he going to watch Lan Ling die just like that?
No, absolutely not!
Suo Mo opened his eyes, gathered all his strength, and started preparing!
He wanted to save Lan Ling!
Interfering in a duel before a battle was a huge crime that could result in beheading. It was a great crime.
However, Suo Mo couldn't just watch as Lan Ling died. He had to make a move!
Not far away, Constantine narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Soran, hurry up and make your move. If you dare to interfere with the duel before the battle, I can kill you justifiably! "
Constantine had made the best calculations.
If Lan Ling were to fight a berserker, he would definitely die.
In order to save his nephew, Suo Mo had risked universal condemnation to save him and had taken on a huge crime.
Constantine would spare his and Lan Ling's lives, but he would detain Lan Ling and force Suo Mo to fight with his life on the line.
After the battle, Constantine killed Lan Ling and stripped Sumara of his position, allowing Du Yan to take charge of the foreign troops.
Therefore, this was a strategy of killing three birds with one stone.
By killing the pretty boy, Lan Ling, he would have a justifiable reason to suppress Suo Mo's prestige and allow Du Yan to take over.
…
When the berserker saw Lan Ling's face, he immediately stuck out his tongue and licked it. He said in a hoarse voice, "You're even more tender than a woman's butt. After I kill you, I will chop you into pieces and braise you. I want to eat a big plate myself, hahaha …"
The berserker laughed maniacally and then used the sharp blade to scrape his chest. A bone-chilling sound of metal rubbing against metal rang out, and sparks burst forth.
The surface of his body was inlaid with densely packed metal granules, as if he had grown impenetrable scales.
Lan Ling pulled out his iron swords!
That's right, they were just two ordinary iron swords, heavy swords that weighed over 50 kilograms.
Although he rarely made a move in the human kingdom, he had countless treasured swords.
There were gold swords inlaid with gems, white gold swords, black gold swords, and even dragon gold swords.
But here, there was only one iron sword, and the other was borrowed.
The berserker suddenly bent his body and spun the scimitar in his hand. His eyes were like a wolf's as he stared at Lan Ling, flickering with a blood-red glow.
"Dong!"
The bell suddenly rang!
Fight!
That berserker suddenly turned into a gust of wind and rushed toward Lan Ling!
His speed was incomparably fast!
He wasn't just a strength-type. Looking at his robust body, he was also a speed-type!
Almost in an instant, this berserker rushed to the front of Lan Ling.
Then …
Both swords slashed and slashed wildly …
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh …"
His body quickly spun around Lan Ling, and the two swords in his hands were dazzling. In a short minute, he had slashed more than 200 times at Lan Ling.
It was incomparably sharp and terrifying.
Every slash landed on Lan Ling's body.
And that pretty gigolo, Lan Ling, was nowhere to be seen!
Everyone cried out in their hearts, "The gigolo is already dead and is being dismembered!"
And when that berserker rushed over, Thamos was already holding a hidden weapon in his hand and was ready to make a move.
But immediately after, his eyes suddenly widened as he looked at everything in disbelief.
That berserker wielded two swords and slashed wildly at Lan Ling. His speed was lightning fast, and his strength was swift and fierce. It looked like he was about to dismember Lan Ling.
And Lan Ling stood motionless, but he easily blocked that berserker's every slash.
His move was very simple. It was just the most direct way to block with his sword. There was nothing fancy about it.
But no matter how fast the opponent was or how many moves he used, Lan Ling could easily block them.
Therefore, that berserker slashed more than 200 times, but Lan Ling also blocked more than 200 times.
Why was it like this?
Of course, it was because of Lan Ling's heaven-defying spiritual power!
Although this berserker's movements were very fast, Lan Ling's spiritual power could easily slow down his movements by 10 times or even 20 times. He could easily calculate where the enemy's swords would slash and block them in advance.
Therefore, even though Lan Ling's speed wasn't as fast as this berserker, he could still easily block them.
As for strength!
This berserker's physical arm strength was about 1300 catties.
And Lan Ling's arm strength was about 900 catties. The difference between the two was very big, and it would have been very difficult to block!
But …
Once Lan Ling used the power of his bloodline, the ratio would directly double, becoming 1800 catties. Of course, he could easily block it.
Of course, this berserker in front of him could also use the power of his bloodline to instantly double the strength of his arm to 2600 catties.
However, whether it was a human kingdom or a demon, the chance of using the power of bloodline to attack was limited. It could only happen three to five times a day.
As for Lan Ling, it was unknown how many times he could attack.
Previously, when he had Eros, he could attack as many times as Eros devoured energy.
But now, Lan Ling had the Golden Bloodline and the Golden Demon Body. Therefore, the energy in his body was like a bottomless pit. As long as he squeezed it, there would definitely be more.
Therefore, Lan Ling could easily attack continuously!
Just like that, Lan Ling easily blocked more than 200 slashes from the berserker.
…
After the first wave of crazy attacks ended, the berserker quickly retreated.
Originally, he looked down on Lan Ling, but now his gaze became solemn.
And everyone also saw that Lan Ling was actually safe and sound.
How was this possible?
After the berserker's crazy attack just now, Lan Ling was actually safe and sound.
Everyone was stunned. Could it be that the berserker saw that Lan Ling was handsome, so he had tender feelings for the fairer sex?
And this berserker also felt that Lan Ling was extraordinary. He put away all his contempt and suddenly bent down, his eyes revealing a bloodthirsty light.
"A sage does not show his true colors." The berserker sneered and said, "You really are not as simple as you look, but … you are still dead!"
Lan Ling clearly felt that the bloodthirsty light in the other party's eyes was getting stronger and stronger. His body was getting more and more bent, like a beast that would rush out at any time.
Not only that, his thin body actually began to expand.
Lan Ling knew that he was going to use the power of his bloodline to attack.
Once it was a critical hit, this berserker's arm strength would exceed 2600 jin.
At this time, Lan Ling could use the Spirit Condensing Technique.
However, after releasing a little of his spiritual power, he found that he could not use it.
The berserker's helmet seemed to contain some kind of mysterious metal that could block the waves of spiritual power.
But even so, Lan Ling could still use his spiritual power to attack and see through the enemy's eyes.
But he did not want to do that. What he lacked was actual combat.
He wanted to take the opponent's three critical hits head-on! Moreover, in the barbarian race, only strength could conquer people's hearts.
…
The berserker's bloodline power began to critical hit, and his strength doubled.
Lan Ling's real test had arrived.
"Ah …"
The berserker suddenly roared like a thunderbolt.
His eyes instantly turned blood red.
His whole body rushed over like lightning, and the two blades in his hands fiercely slashed at Lan Ling.
Bloodline power critical hit!
Each slash contained a force of one thousand six hundred Jin.
This bloodline power critical hit was clearly seen by everyone.
Everyone was waiting for Lan Ling's flesh and blood to splatter and his body to be dismembered.
Lan Ling gritted his teeth and shouted!
He activated his bloodline power and raised his sword to block!
"Dang!"
The berserker's first round of bloodline power critical hit.
Two thousand six hundred kilograms against Lan Ling's one thousand eight hundred kilograms.
The confrontation between strength and strength. After the two sides canceled each other out, the remaining 1600 jin of strength surged into Lan Ling's arms.
Each arm had to withstand an attack of 800 jin of strength.
Lan Ling only felt his body shake violently, and then his arms went numb. His arms felt a tearing pain.
But it was only for an instant, and he quickly recovered.
"Dang!"
"Dang!"
"Dang!"
"Dang!"
This berserker's crazy bloodline power critical hit, crazy five consecutive slashes!
Every slash carried the weight of one thousand six hundred Jin!
Lan Ling gritted his teeth and received each slash. The only consequence was that the skin on his arms cracked and blood flowed out.
If it was someone else, after receiving the second slash, both arms would have been crippled. The third slash would have cut off their head, and the fifth slash would have dismembered them.
But Lan Ling had the Golden Bloodline. This level of damage was instantly healed.
And his Golden Demonic Body could withstand close to 1000 jin of strength, and he was basically unscathed!
After the crazy five consecutive slashes, Lan Ling was still unscathed!
"How is this possible? How is this possible? "The berserker screamed," How are you not dead? How could you possibly block my Bloodline Power's critical strike? "
Everyone present could see it clearly.
It wasn't that the berserker was protective of the fairer sex, but that Lan Ling had actually blocked his five consecutive critical hits.
…
Lan Ling revealed a cold smile and said, "Your attack is already over? Then it's my turn! "
He had already decided not to use mental energy, but strength!
He didn't rush forward, but walked forward.
With a roar, Lan Ling's two swords slashed forward.
Every slash was a bloodline power critical hit, and the strength of each slash exceeded 1800 jin.
"Explode!"
"Explode!"
"Explode!"
Lan Ling's swords slashed wildly.
His speed was not fast, and his moves were not fancy.
He only used one move, and that was continuous slashes!
From start to finish, he only used one move!
Everyone present was seething with excitement!
This was what they wanted to see, a direct clash of strength.
The barbarians didn't like dazzling moves. The only thing they liked was strength and speed!
Especially strength, they naturally worshiped it!
Lan Ling roared as he advanced step by step, and the two swords in his hands slashed continuously.
Always only one move!
No fancy moves, just a direct slash.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Ten slashes, twenty slashes, thirty slashes, forty slashes …
Each of Lan Ling's slashes was 1800 jin.
And each of the berserker's slashes was 1300 jin. Because his bloodline power had been exhausted, he could only use his physical strength.
After canceling each other out, his two arms had to withstand 500 jin of strength each time.
His body was very strong, and he could withstand 500 jin.
However, after the tenth time, his footsteps began to stagger and retreat!
Thus, an incomparably hot-blooded scene appeared on the battlefield.
The pretty boy, Lan Ling, roared as he slashed with his sword.
And the powerful berserker retreated step by step.
At the thirtieth slash, the berserker couldn't hold on anymore.
"Dang … …" The two swords in his hands were directly knocked out.
Then, he used his arms to block. Anyway, his whole body was covered with metal scales, almost invulnerable.
At the thirty-fifth slash, he was directly knocked to the ground and began to crawl away.
Lan Ling was not in a hurry to chase. He walked slowly, step by step, and slashed with his sword.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
At the fortieth slash, the berserker spurted blood.
He could no longer escape, and could only sit on the ground and grit his teeth to resist.
Lan Ling aimed at his back and slashed wildly with his sword.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Everyone present watched with their blood boiling.
This was a true duel of strength. There were no moves, no fancy tricks, and even no speed.
The only thing was strength!
The crushing and conquering of strength was the favorite of the barbarians.
With each slash, Lan Ling's weight in the foreign army increased by a point.
And Constantine once wanted to give Lan Ling the title of a butthole, but at this time, it also disappeared.
"Explode, explode, explode!"
"Kill, kill, kill!"
In the enthusiastic cheers of the audience, Lan Ling slashed at the berserker more than a hundred times!
The surface of this berserker's body was still undamaged, showing how amazing the metal scales on his skin were.
But his bones, his internal organs, had long been turned into meat paste by Lan Ling's strength.
His whole body was smashed into a meat patty by Lan Ling's strength. He was stuck to the ground and could not be more dead.
After a hundred and fifty slashes!
"Dang … …" Lan Ling's iron sword suddenly shattered.
Lan Ling threw the broken sword and said to Constantine, "Chief, Lan Ling of the foreign army, fortunately did not disappoint and killed an enemy general!"
"Long live, long live, long live!"
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