It's not the protagonist, what does it matter if you are trapped in the Shura field

Chapter 543: The Strike of the God of War and the God of Demon (4100 words)
The sound of weapons clashing was endless.

The blade blocked and hit, the body flashed and moved, and the dust roared.

Rowe drew his weapons along the way, and while changing his position, he used three swords to complete the slashing. Goodman knocked two of them away, and Rowe took out the fourth and fifth swords from the ripples. At this moment, Goodman also completed three weapon cuts by changing his body shape.

What flashed up and fell were countless weapons that disappeared on the spot and bounced high up.

Sword system against sword system.

The people in the stands were stunned for a moment.

Occasionally, someone who remembered to blink would rub the corners of his eyes with his hands, and then continue to look dazed.

"Lovie Brooke?"

Seeing the endless flashing of swords and sabers on the field, Elida's expression darkened slightly.

Every famous force has its own capable men and women, including Lord Hongzhen's Blood-Red Lion Army, the regular army under Prime Minister Lion Garden and the Twelve Iron Generals. In her opinion, these are the most powerful cards under the Fifth Princess, otherwise she would not let him participate in the competition.

In Nejie's eyes, she only saw the indifference on the other person's face, which showed that he did not think those two people could surpass him.

"What's wrong? So you also like this kind of cool baby face." Nejie looked at her and smiled. "I thought you were more interested in that rough uncle over there."

"Stop talking nonsense," said Elida with disgust.

"Oh?" Nejie moved closer to her and said frivolously with a deep look in his eyes, "Can't your heart accommodate anyone other than yourself?"

"Focus on your game."

Oh my god?

Nejie looked at her with dim eyes.

Such a reaction is really worrying, hehe... "Saint Dawn" of the Military Temple, what secrets are hidden in your past?
call----!
The sword was blowing hard, and Goodman took a deep breath and held the sword firmly with both hands.

"The one who is eliminated is doomed to fail - the fierce battle of hunting thousands of people"

The ancient art reappeared in glory, revealing its appearance in mortal form, and the ground collapsed.

This is not a skill acquired after reaching the rank of god, but a skill that has been honed and refined. No mortal man can strike as well as the God of War, but the God of War was not always supreme.

Luo Wei on the other side also took a deep breath, not to stretch his body, but to absorb the air into his body.

"call……"

"True: Refining Qi into Spirit"——

The pale blue fighting spirit created circular ripples, and the two people's momentum became stronger at the same time.

"These two people...what on earth are they going to do?!"

The audience, who were bracing themselves against the strong wind, were caught off guard.

First, a dense sword formation was set up on the field, and then a fighting spirit beyond comprehension broke out, and they confronted each other in the sword formation. It was as if the two of them were on a battlefield where only two people were left fighting.

"Come on, Rowe Brooke!" Goodman glared at him.

The ground beneath him cracked forward. The strength of power does not depend on qualitative rules, but on the understanding of power.

Even mortals, after mastering the rules, can use their power to this extent.

"..."

Can a mortal who has mastered the rules still be called a mortal?

Luo Wei buried his head under his black hair with a sullen face. He knew very well how strong the opponent was, and he would never win if he held back.

The two men jumped up at the same time. Goodman's momentum increased even faster than Lowe's. He swung the sword from above.

boom! !

Luo Wei fell to the ground like a cannonball, the ground broke apart, and huge rocks were shaken from the inside out. He knelt at the center of the landing point and looked up from bottom to top.

dong dong dong-

The huge rocks splashing around were suspended due to magic power. Luo Wei stepped on them and moved around. He used the magic platform to complete the final jump and flew up.

"Magic Pattern Sword·Return to the Star"!
With a flying slash, the two men collided with each other. Goodman was knocked high into the air, completed a tumble in the air, and fell straight towards Lowe again.

boom!
"Are you kidding me!" Adam couldn't help but lean forward from the hosting desk. "How come Luo Wei was not hurt at all after taking that blow just now?!"

Most of the other contestants were not on the field, but underground where there were red crystal pillars.

But the few players who stayed here were watching the scene with serious expressions. The impact of falling from top to bottom just now was such that any one of them would not be able to stand up if they were in their place.

"Uncle? What on earth is this?!" The blue-haired boy couldn't help but stand up.

"This is the strength of their level," Ulysses said, opening his eyes, "It's impossible for them to fall so easily."

"Could it be that you were holding back in the previous matches?!"

“That’s not the case,” Ulysses shook his head, “It’s just that no one has been able to push them to this point before. It doesn’t mean that they don’t take their opponents seriously.”

The audience's eyes couldn't help but rise as the situation on the field changed.

Adam shuddered in shock.

"Two players fought in the air!? This is the first time in this elite competition!"

Taking advantage of the huge rocks splashed into the air by magic power, the two men completed several exchanges in the air. The direction and position of each exchange were different, and the huge rocks were shattered, and the sound of the exchanges was deafening.

Rowe pulled out the long sword stuck in the rock and swung his sword skills. The long knife in Goodman's hand was bounced away. He punched the oncoming boulder and caught the sledgehammer that fell into his hand with his left hand.

Under these attacks, the raised earth and stone walls collapsed and fell from the sky again.

"Magic Pattern Sword: First Release"!
"Wind-breaking Overlord Fist"!
The boulder exploded in the air like fireworks. Ulysses folded his arms and looked up. Whether in combat experience or skills, these two men were undoubtedly the best in the world.

But even though they were both fighting with sword formations, their tactical styles were completely different.

Rowe Brook is more inclined to respond on the spot, which requires a clear mind and observation, as well as incredible reaction speed and decisiveness. His judgment of battle logic is almost instinctive. Without a lot of experience and challenges in defeating the strong with the weak, it is hard to think of any other way to get such a mind that can make the correct response at the first time.

The man called Goodman was more inclined to maintain the momentum, like an impenetrable wall. No matter whether it was a single soldier or a group, he could take on any attack without any flaws, and his opponent would lose his life in a flash if he was not careful. His use of martial arts had reached a realm beyond theory, reminiscent of a king standing alone and undefeated on the battlefield.

The so-called eyes, the so-called martial arts.

This is probably the difference between them.

But... Ulysses looked serious. No matter which one it was, one looked too young, and the other's power was not strong enough to this extent. He couldn't figure out where their level came from. It was like they were controlling two people who didn't belong to them to fight. Maybe there was some cause and effect behind it.

"Is this... their true strength?" The blue-haired boy sat down in shock. "I'm afraid not yet," Ulysses said calmly, "They have pushed each other to a point where they need to deal with it with all their heart and soul, but they have tacitly agreed not to further release their strength."

"Ah?" The blue-haired boy was stunned.

Ulysses didn't know how to explain it. It was like the two of them had agreed not to use power beyond the specification, but under this they both showed their best level.

Ding ding! Ding——!
As the altitude decreased, the two men's swords clashed again, but a crack appeared on Goodman's weapon.

Goodman: "..."

In fact, this was not the first one. He had broken thirty-four weapons in such a fight. Fighting with this level of strength was a huge test for the endurance of the weapon. Even if he used magic power to protect himself, he could not withstand the opponent's sword strike of such power.

Luo Wei also broke nine swords.

But rather than saying that it was Goodman who shattered it, it was more due to his own strength. The rules of this battle did not forbid him to use his divine power, and the consumption of the sword was continuous.

But what does it matter.

It will be fine if the speed of breaking is slower than that of the opponent. Since he is not allowed to collect his weapon, then use greater force to exchange swords. It doesn't matter even if you kill a thousand enemies and lose eight hundred of your own.

He had said before that in terms of the number of weapons, he was far superior to his opponent in this battle.

As his thoughts raced, the blades frequently clashed. Goodman was now choosing more heavy weapons that were more difficult to destroy. He swung the sledgehammer towards Lowe with one hand.

"Magic Pattern Sword: Cocoon".

The black sword stream wrapped around Rowe like a cocoon, but he also responded with his sword in the dense lines. Goodman was stunned for a moment when he saw that the boulder under Rowe was not completely shattered. He reacted in an instant but it was too late. He could only suppress it with the weapon in his other hand.

This guy, he saved his defensive sword skills for now?!
Rowe used his long sword to block the heavy blade coming from the other side, and stretched out his left hand from the cocoon and pressed it on Goodman's sledgehammer.

"The Devil's Hand - Black Drown".

Snap, the heavy black hammer shattered into scrap metal under the touch of his black arm. The two men pulled apart again and collided with each other, and they both changed their weapons.

"You're such a sinister guy," Goodman laughed.

"Same here." Luo Wei responded jokingly.

He had been annoyed with that sledgehammer for a long time. This guy's hand-cutting skills were simply insane. Every time he hit him, he would cut out the sledgehammer and hit him, making his hands buzz.

Even if his sword was mass-produced, it was hammered out by Clothes in the workshop with sweat and tears using divine materials. It would be a lie to say that the swordsman does not cherish his sword.

How can we allow him to do this?

Goodman laughed twice. A weapon seemed insignificant, but it had a crucial impact on the current situation. He didn't have much time left.

Audience: “…(stunned)”

From the audience's perspective, all they could see were weapons stuck in the rubble disappearing mysteriously one by one and then scattering all over the sky. However, there was always a moment when the two men stayed there, holding their weapons to break the airflow and complete the fight, but their trajectory could not be found, leaving only sparks of collision along the way.

This time, Goodman landed earlier than Lowe.

He staggered and fell to the ground unsteadily, causing cracks to appear, and then he stood up safely.

"W-what?!" Adam's voice came from the sky in shock, "After such a battle, are both sides still unscathed until now?!"

"Monsters... these two guys." A contestant sighed in the stands.

Luo Wei also landed on the ground safely afterwards, holding the sword without any disorder. However, the audience clearly saw that both of them were knocked out or hit the rocks, but at this time they behaved as if they had just started fighting - if you don't look at the venue which has been mostly destroyed.

However, both of them knew in their hearts that the outcome was actually very close.

Goodman: "..."

Goodman glanced at the bumpy ground, which was littered with his broken and scattered weapons, and scratched his face helplessly.

If I had known this, I would have hired a few carriages to come in.

But he quickly raised his head and looked at Luo Wei, still with an obvious smile on his face.

Luo Wei: "..."

You really make me suffer.

The two men's gazes sank at the same time, and the two who had been standing still a moment ago suddenly came over, with the swords in their hands shining brightly.

"A Thousand Changes - The Hero Breaks Through the Army and Releases the Yan Fight"——!
"Magic Pattern Sword·Special Skill·Ningyue Tianshao Sword"——!
They stopped in front of each other almost at the same moment. Their movements seemed to slow down under the strong air pressure. The Qi Refining Spirit on Luo Wei's body changed from blue to black and then to gray. The sword in his hand changed synchronously. His black hair turned gray and his golden demon eyes opened.

Goodman's eyes were filled with golden light. The strong pressure made his pupils turn into golden light. A dim aura suddenly surged around his body, and a faint rumbling sound was heard as it rose.

The phased changes caused the space around the two people to change bit by bit. With the sudden condensation of sword energy, other people could no longer see the true form of the two people. Instead, they were separated into their own half of the field by the pressure of the divine power. The chaotic gray and dim gold were clearly divided, covering the entire arena.

Then——

boom----!!!!!
The earth cracked, the sky changed drastically, and the light and shadow accumulated in the hands of the two men flickered, darkening the entire Royal Arena.

Gray moons absorbed the surrounding light and shone in the center of the arena, while the dim color was like a halo, emitting sharp clanging sounds around the moonlight.

For a moment, it looked like an ancient, shining meteorite had fallen into the arena and was in the process of exploding.

Clang clang—clang!

The sharp sound of the moonlight falling seemed to be cutting light rather than the substance of an object. It vibrated along with the roar of the surroundings and radiated dazzling colors.

Ayi Ning: "...!"

However, before we could appreciate it, it all disappeared. The moon and the lunar halo broke through at the same moment, emitting an X-shaped aftermath that spread out.

The spectators were thrown to the ground, and this was the result of the protection of the barrier. The knights protected the crowd at the first moment, but they also stared in the direction of the arena in amazement. At this moment, more than anything else, they wanted to know what was happening there.

Suddenly the sky cleared up again.

The audience was stunned and there was no sound at all.

Rowe and Goodman turned around one after another while standing on the field. The swords in their hands were shattered and flew away like dust, but the two men just spread their hands to each other as if nothing had happened.

Just when everyone didn't know what would happen next, Goodman smiled and raised his hand towards the host desk.

"I surrender."

Ulysses: “?”

Adam: “???”

audience:"?????"

(End of this chapter)