The vice president stood beside the two little guys, and couldn't help but sigh when he saw them trembling. They also hoped that the mysterious buyer of box No. 3 could defeat Master Vincent. At least he was willing to spend 100 gold coins to grab them from Vincent, but he just didn't know the relationship between box No. 3 and Mrs. Lilith.

She has sent someone to investigate the identity of the buyer of box No. 3, and the battle in the arena is about to break out.

In the arena.

Vinson took a deep breath and placed the iron sword in his chest. The opponent's heavy sword was several times heavier than his own, so his movement speed could not be comparable to that of himself. He recalled the starting moves of the palace swordsmanship in his mind, took a step slowly, staring at the thin figure with his eyes.

Bang--

In the eyes of the bystanders, Bingyan was like a bow and arrow that appeared next to Vinson in an instant. Her speed was astonishingly fast and was not affected by the heavy sword at all.

"Why, why is it so fast?!" Vinson was shocked. All the battle situations deduced before were shattered in the moment when Ice Flame approached. He didn't even have time to swing the iron sword in his hand, but he saw the opponent's heavy sword slapped over!

"One-handed! He actually waved the heavy sword with one hand!" Some nobles who looked outside the field exclaimed loudly. Not everyone did not understand fighting. Why is this kind of sword a two-handed heavy sword? It is because even a strong warrior needs to dance with both hands to control this weapon.

The shock of seeing Bingyan waving the heavy sword with one hand is no different from seeing a child dancing a hammer bigger than his head, and he is so easy to do.

Crane —

Bingyan left a residual arc image on the spot. The moment the heavy sword and the iron sword intersected, golden Mars burst out. The huge impact force caused the air to burst out an arc-shaped air wave. Vincent couldn't react at all, and he flew out funnyly. The iron sword escaped and was severely hit by the heavy sword and broke into two pieces!

boom!

Bingyan stepped on the ground, the earth shook slightly, and then she jumped up quickly and slapped the heavy sword at Vincent who was lying on the ground in a very awkward posture.

She is not Fenriu, and she has never practiced physical skills and sword skills in her daily life, but this kind of loopholes is full of loopholes. The very funny sword move almost cost Vincent's life. The principle of one force to reduce ten times was perfectly interpreted in their battle.

Bai Ye, who was watching the game in the box No. 3, couldn't help but smack his tongue. To be honest, he really envied the witches' talents. Even without any effort, their three data were still improved very quickly. He awakened the abyss to swallow blood, and with a series of methods, he could barely reach the current level. Instead of the three data of Bingyan, which was not a major in physical practice, reached an average of 4.0. If he went further, he could be comparable to advanced professionals.

With her already extremely skilled purple flame and freezing ability, you can imagine how terrifying combat power this would be.

"Bang!"

The heavy sword slapped hard on the ground, and the splashed soil sprayed on Vinson's helmet, making a "bang bang" sound. He rolled around the ground before he could barely avoid this heavy blow that was enough to smash his body. If this guy hadn't had bad physical skills, he would have been smashed to pieces many times.

What kind of monster is this? Why is the heavy sword in his hands like a toy when even an ordinary warrior is struggling to dance?

"Don't move, otherwise I can't photograph you." Bing Yan, who was hiding in the armor, was a little annoyed. How could this guy escape so much? He could have blocked him with his freezing ability, but his master did not allow her to use the witch's ability.

"Ha? You, are you actually a woman?" Vinson was stunned for a moment, and hid himself away from her sword stab again. The marble behind him was pierced with a big hole. He almost thought he had heard it wrong. The voice under the armor was gentle and beautiful, and he was clearly a delicate girl.

The nobles who were originally looking forward to watching a bloodthirsty battle did not expect that a cat and mouse drama would be staged in the arena. Vincent kept running away, while Bingyan was angrily chasing behind him. Someone chuckled, but he soon stopped smiling.

There was something wrong with that thin figure. He just slashed down with a sword and actually burst a big hole into the hard marble wall. If this amazing destructive power hits a person, can Vinson's armor really resist it?

He is going to kill Vincent!

The audience who smelled the murderous intent began to be nervous and looked forward to something, and Vinson had already shouted to admit defeat, but Bingyan obviously had no intention of letting him go.

"Go and help the young master!" The old man watching the game was not stupid. The other party was for Vincent's life. If Vincent died here, then their group of entourages would not want to go back alive.

"Yes!" The two guards jumped into the arena. The vice president did not stop him. Vinson had already admitted defeat, so they could go in and interfere in the war.

The two guards were soldiers, blocked Vinson and Bingyan, drew their own long swords and fought with her.

"Damn it, is this guy crazy?" Vinson finally breathed, his heart was still beating violently. The other party was too strong. Is this a professional?

"You are so annoying." Bing Yan was so angry that he puffed up his cheeks, swept the heavy sword, forcing them back a little, and at the same time, he finally realized his weakness. She was really poor in physical skills, with speed and strength, but she was still helpless in the face of enemies with higher skills.

In the past, she used the lion rice grains and terrifying abilities to look down on her. In addition to not having encountered a difficult enemy in the tavern arena, she gradually understood the meaning of Bai Ye letting herself come down to fight.

If the enemy is such a profession or bloodline, will she fall into a crisis if she cannot use her abilities, or will she fall into a disadvantage when she encounters a very strong profession like Gus?

What if the other party is also a witch?

Bingyan felt a little nervous when she thought about it. She was not much better than ordinary professionals. Her ability was limited after all. If the other party was equipped with a holy lock or a holy stone, her ability might be greatly suppressed.

Didn’t I be in crisis and almost died in Molias?

Bai Ye, who was sitting in the No. 3 box, nodded with satisfaction. Bingyan slowly began to attack without any brains. She was quietly learning. Like Fenriu, the witches had extremely high combat talent. As long as they were given a certain environment, they could grow in battle.

But such conditions are too harsh. The real battlefield is either dead or alive, and there will be no chance to practice. As long as there is such a time, he will definitely let the witches practice more, and the rest will only be kept in the tavern arena.

After they left the tavern, Fenriu was soaked in the arena like a devil. After the hot springs of the tavern were upgraded, no matter how much trauma was, she could recover as long as she did not die, which gave her a chance to fight against Vesta.

When she went to Frost Heart last time, Bai Ye realized Bingyan's problem. She relied too much on her own abilities, and with the help of Mili, she increasingly ignored her own cultivation. Of course, the most important thing is-

Bingyan and Skur, they had a mark of abyss that others did not have. They were like themselves and could not leave here to go to the Central World. Compared with other witches, they needed more fighting training.

Because I don’t know when I can no longer be with them.
Chapter completed!