Chapter 595

"Commander of the war..."

In the lounge, Ustad, who had removed his armor, hung his head in front of soshyan.

Now his whole body is covered with sweat. The wounds caused by the previous battle are basically healed, but his breathing is still very heavy.

"Sorry, I can't control it."

Soshyan sighed and put his hand on each other's shoulder.

"I'm not blaming you, but... This matter concerns our whole regiment. You can't be careless. I'm sure you know it."

Ustad nodded vigorously.

"I see, commander Zhan!"

A smile immediately appeared on soshyan's face. He took a kettle from the hand of the machine servant and handed it to Ustad.

"You played well just now, Ustad. I'm proud of you, and your brothers will be proud of you."

Ustad took the kettle, drank it all, then pulled the towel around him and wiped the sweat off his head.

"Let's do our best next. Those who can get to this step are the top experts of each battle group. Learning from them is of great benefit to your growth."

"Yes."

After several hours of fierce competition, eight winning battle groups finally stood out, namely the black temple, star knight, crimson fist, steel knight, fire Lord, fear tiger, conqueror and midnight sword.

One of the most unexpected is probably the champion of our imperial fist. After a fierce battle, the contestant who finally lost to the crimson fist was eliminated.

In the subsequent lottery, Ustad's luck was finally used up, and he drew an unprecedented strong enemy.

It is also one of the favourites to win the blade feast. It is the champion swordsman of the black temple and lafaele Bravo, who also holds the title of Templar Knight.

When Ustad faced the soldier in black armor, an unspeakable great pressure immediately fell on him.

It was a veteran in battle, arranged in a crisscross pattern, with a pair of cold eyes that were as bright as topaz.

Rafaele Bravo uses a double handed epee. Standing straight on the competitive stage, he looks like a statue when his hands press the handle of the sword.

"Star knight, Ustad."

Ustad saluted each other and made a sword salute.

Lafayette Bravo nodded, pulled up his heavy sword and also returned a salute.

"Black sanctuary, Lafayette bravo."

The next second, a thunderous steel collision replaced the silence, and the two figures began to attack each other.

Ustad's two swords came out together from the start of the war, but each attack will hit the other party's heavy sword, dancing and splitting back.

His breathing was heavy, his eyes were wide open, and his black pupils were torn open, making his eyes bloodshot.

Rafaele Bravo deflected the attack every time he went further. Ustad still tried his best, and it was difficult to make him retreat.

Ustad let out a low roar and hit again.

The champion swordsman of the Black Temple snorted and did not defend the counterattack. With the advantage of weapon length, the Epee roared over Ustad's shoulder at an incredible speed.

When Ustad's body tilted uncontrollably to one side, he smashed the end of his sword handle into Ustad's forearm and then his face.

Ustad turned over and dodged, then looked up and stabbed his vice sword at a strange angle, but before touching the other party's chest, his wrist was stuck between the champion swordsman's arm and hilt.

Rafaele Bravo let out a low roar and instantly took advantage of the situation to throw Ustad into the air.

When Ustad rolled over and fell hard, he landed on his feet, collapsed and jumped back, trying to touch the other party's back neck with the tip of his sword, but he was immediately stopped by the dancing heavy sword.

"That's great."

Ustad bared his teeth, his whole body trembled and his face twitched.

Then he took a deep breath, then nodded again and raised his sword.

"Your sword skills still need to be honed, but they are already very good. At your age, I can't do your level."

Rafaele Bravo suddenly made a voice of appreciation, but this did not make Ustad happy, because his goal was still victory.

The two began to circle.

Ustad's right shoulder armor had been dented by the previous blow, which also affected his sword. At the same time, his rapid counterattack was not ineffective. At least five red cracks were left on the opponent's armor.

The next second, Ustad retreated, and the Epee fell heavily against his body.

In response, he also struck with a sword, but his opponent could avoid it.

A miss is the second hit, but because of the damage to the shoulder, the speed is not so fast.

A desperate slash forced the champion swordsman close at hand. He jumped back to avoid Ustad's sharp blade, and then swung out his heavy sword with one hand to give a vicious blow.

Ustad blocked it, sparks splashed and lightning flashed between the three weapons.

But the blow was strong and sank, driving Ustad back a few steps.

"Well -"

Ustad snorted stiffly. Before he could remove his strength from his arm, the other party's sword came again.

The two began to fight more violently, and even the arena trembled because of the angry duel.

For a time, they were deadlocked, brother to brother, sword to sword.

"Very tenacious, very good."

Rafaele Bravo leaned over the blade that pierced his chest, and then punched Ustad on the chin.

But Ustad ignored this and cut into his opponent's ribs with his sword.

"Hit!"

On the auditorium, soshyang saw Ustad's sword sticking out, and couldn't help staring wide, looking forward to the victory

But rafaele Bravo moved. He grabbed Ustad's wrist directly and quickly. After opening the blow, he hit Ustad's head with the handle of his sword.

Ustad stumbled back with a dull hum, his vision began to blur, and the pain became dull.

Then, the Epee slapped him horizontally and made him back a few steps.

Ustad shook a few times, knelt on one knee, and the broken helmet spilled blood all over his body like a red shroud.

But he raised his head stubbornly.

The champion swordsman of the Black Temple put down his sword and stared at each other.

Then Ustad slowly stood up. One of his swords was broken, leaving only the other.

"Last -"

With a whisper, he suddenly rushed forward, and rafaele Bravo raised his epee.

In the exclamation of the audience, Ustad took down the opponent's sword with his left shoulder, and then at the moment of falling, a sword was cut on the opponent's right wrist and waved to the opponent's chest.

After a dull noise, Ustad fell to the ground.

Then, lafaele Bravo's sword also fell to the ground - he was hit hard on the wrist and involuntarily let go of his hand.

When he won, he stared at the broken sword on the ground. It was the sword that waved towards his chest. If the sword was not broken, maybe——

"Black sanctuary, Lafayette Bravo, win!!!"

In the applause of the audience, Lafayette bent down and helped Ustad up.

"Good game, brother."

Ustad took off his helmet with difficulty and squeezed out a smile on his bloody face.

"You won, brother."