Arad's Sword

Chapter 384 Proof
The roaming gunman was taken aback by Zaknafein's attack pressure. He quickly used his trump card to counterattack, but his attack mode had already been clearly grasped by the opponent.

After a few rounds, Zaknafein had already gained the upper hand, clinging tightly to the long-range opponent.

He didn't launch a violent storm attack like Midi did, but he fought steadily and pressed every step of the way, finally forcing his opponent into the corner and winning with the last blow.

Is this how he proves it?Prove that you can get No.2?

Midi thought in her heart.

With the end of the second battle, the last two rankings have become clear.

Originally, the fourth No.5 would have another battle, but since the bloody hand had been slaughtered by Midi, the roaming gunman would naturally become No.4.

For the No.5 position, the one with the highest points will be selected from the remaining slave fighters.

The top three will be decided between Midi, Zaknafein and Mason.

A new round of draws will begin soon.

"Zaknafein?" Midi frowned slightly.

Unexpectedly, when the results of the second round of draws came out, Mason had another bye and remained on the sidelines, while he had to fight Zaknafein.

To some extent, this can be regarded as internal friction.After all, the two were destined to be partners.

Midi himself doesn't care about the ranking, but he doesn't know what the other party thinks.

In the final analysis, the two parties have only reached an intention to cooperate. In fact, they have not even conducted real side-by-side combat. Of course, it is impossible to talk about understanding.

But soon, Zaknafein immediately expressed his attitude: "Let's have a good discussion, Midi, your strength is beyond doubt, but at least my strength needs your approval."

This elite fighter from Stormwind City had a serious expression on his face.

Originally, it was his suggestion of cooperation to Midi.

At that time, although he also admired Midi, he only regarded Midi as his assistant after all.

Until today, after Midi proved his strength in force in an incomparably domineering way, Zaknafein finally discovered that he was actually not sure that he could defeat such Midi.

So, everything is reversed.

It is no longer Zaknafein who chooses Midi, but Midi chooses Zaknafein.

Although Midi himself didn't expect this level at all, but for Zaknafein, his self-esteem and sense of honor made him unwilling to take Midi's "free ride".

He had to prove himself in front of Midi.

A genuine discussion, this is his choice.

"Very good suggestion." Midi nodded, "Let's discuss it."

Without extra politeness, Zaknafein has already launched a rush attack.

His speed is extremely fast, and his strength is also quite outstanding. In terms of balance, he is even stronger than the blood hand who took the blood dust secret medicine.

More importantly, although it was Zaknafein who needed to prove himself, he did not show any impatience. On the contrary, he always launched attacks in an extremely steady manner.

However, this level alone is obviously not enough to catch Midi's eyes.

Moreover, as the founder of the "Falcon Group", Midi has his own way of judging people.

Rather than letting the opponent show his own strength, Midi prefers to use direct attacks to test the opponent.

In an instant, Midi suddenly turned into light smoke.

Devil May Cry skill, ghost flashes.

Zaknafein concentrated at this moment, for fear of being attacked by Midi from behind, the way he moved became erratic.

However, he guessed wrong, Midi didn't do this to sneak attack him, on the contrary, it was to distance himself.

"Not good!" Zaknafein let out a soft cry.

At this moment, the distance between the two sides was tens of meters away, and a layer of frost had formed on the blades of Midi's twin swords.

Asura skill, Ice Blade Wave Sword.

Of course, because of the exchange of ideas, Midi didn't fire any volley frenziedly, but fired continuously with much less consumption.

One after another, the ice blades shot out from Midi's twin swords in a very rhythmic manner, and then rushed towards Zaknafein.

Although Zaknafein dodged or shot down these ice blades again and again, the ground was still covered with a smooth layer of frost due to the surging cold air.

Not only that, the dark elf even felt his body becoming more and more numb, and the cold air was penetrating into his body bit by bit, trying to completely freeze his blood.

If this continues, it won't be long before Zaknafein will fall into a state of slight frostbite, which will greatly reduce his speed and strength.

In other words, Midi is fighting a war of attrition.

Really... planted...

Zaknafein smiled bitterly in his heart.

This strong human being who first crushed with tyrannical force, then crushed with tyrannical magic power, and then cut off the bloody long sword with powerful sword skills, is now patiently playing a war of attrition with himself.

The point is, he actually has a whole set of attrition skills to play with!

The proud dark elf was completely convinced.

In his original idea, his steady and flawless fighting style should be able to form a certain degree of restraint against Midi's extremely aggressive fighting style.

Even if he can't compete with this monster in hard power in the end, at least in the duel, he should be able to gain a certain upper hand.

But at this moment, when Zaknafein was staggering forward in the icy hell created by Midi, he completely dispelled this unrealistic idea.

He just wished he could last a little longer.

Finally, after covering most of the arena with frost, Midi stopped this long-range attack, and then turned into a light smoke, approaching the opponent.

Until now, it was time for him to make a real move.

A series of dazzling sparks flew, and the faces of Midi and Zaknafein crossed among the bright sparks.

Although he was terribly frozen, Zaknafein was not ambiguous at all when the melee combat started.

Although his movements have begun to stiffen and deform, his prediction and experience are still there.

As long as the range of defense is reduced and the range of movements is reduced, Midi's attack can also be defended—of course, the premise is that this is a sparring, and neither side uses too much force, just a simple collision of swords.

So, after a few rounds, Midi, who was determined to win, found that he was actually caught in a hard fight.

And after starting the melee combat heartily, the frost on Zaknafein's body gradually thawed.

It seems that we have to do it again.

Thinking this way, Midi turned into a puff of smoke again and drifted away. Then, the ice condensed again on the two swords in his hands...

"Stop, stop, stop immediately!" Zaknafein yelled immediately, no longer caring about the honor of a soldier.

If there is another round, he can't bear it.

This feeling of being in the icy hell is not pleasant, especially when the person who created this icy hell is still looking at you leisurely in the outer circle, it makes people itch with hatred.

Continuing to toss like this, Zaknafein felt that he might vomit blood.

"One round of sparring is enough!" Zaknafein continued, "What do you think?"

Although Midi still wants to probe the bottom, but the other party has already said so, what else?

"No problem." Midi nodded very readily, and then showed a sunny smile, "Your strength is very strong, and we will definitely become the best partners in the future, and then sweep the tarantula tribe!"

"Well, although I doubt if you are perfunctory to me, let the enemy enjoy this bad feeling." Zaknafein said, throwing the sword out with great ease, and threw it to the outside ground.

This is the meaning of taking the initiative to admit defeat.

"The next roaming gunman named Mason is very powerful. I'm not his opponent. I hope you can win." Zaknafein patted Midi on the shoulder and walked off the ring.

In the second round of the championship game, Midi won, Mason had a bye, and Zaknafein was eliminated.

Finally, it's time for the final.

"Championship final, Meddy vs. Mason." The referee yelled, causing waves of uproar

Looking at the tall and thin dark elf who came onto the field, the silver guns pinned to his waist, and the long gun hidden in the cloak that could snipe one kilometer away, Midie immediately remembered the the previous battle.

And why is the other party not like this?

"Midi Athlex..." Mason recited Midi's name and surname clearly.

Unlike those compatriots who have never been to the surface, Mason has not only been to the surface, but also as a member of the Blood Blade Thieves, wandering among many human kingdoms.

Mason thought he could establish a legend belonging to the dark elves on the surface, but unfortunately, he met Midi.

But now, the enemy who had cut off his arms was right in front of him.

"It seems that I have not misidentified the person. You were the one who was in the court of the elves back then, right?" Midi confirmed.

"That's right." Mason nodded expressionlessly, "I didn't expect that you, a human, would come to the Underdark."

"It's a long story, but first of all, let me clarify that I didn't come down to chase you." Midi smiled wryly.

"Hmph, nonsense, who would chase after a defeated subordinate who ran away like a dog in the water?" Mason snorted coldly, obviously not liking Midi's cold joke.

This conversation seemed very natural between the pair of former enemies, and it could even be said to be quite amicable.

However, it was in the stands, causing an uproar once again.

That Mason turned out to be Midi's defeated opponent?
There are so many surprising news today that the dark elves have been shocked to the point of numbness.

You know, although this Mason is also a slave, he and Zaknafein are of the same nature. They are both elites from big cities. For some reason, they are wandering outside, so they are taken advantage of by the Tarantula Tribe.

Rather than saying that they are slaves, it is better to say that they owe their lives to the Tarantula tribe, so they must pay enough for it.

No one would really look at these two as slaves.

With their abilities, they will be able to obtain the qualifications of tribal fighters in at most three to five months, and they will definitely be the top ones.

But now?

One of the two was made unable to move even an inch by Midi, so he could only call for a stop in the end.

And the other one, who was even stronger, even once fought against Midi, and was also Midi's defeated opponent!
For a moment, the members of the Tarantula Tribe felt dizzy, "Has the human race unified the world?"

(End of this chapter)