rune hunter

Chapter 74
Luthor's foil condenses into a storm, engulfing Al in it.Although he was the main attacker, there was faint sweat on his forehead.

As the personal guard of the imperial court, he still has some knowledge, and he took a fancy to the equipment worn by El almost at a glance. Although he didn't know what kind of leather it was, the enchanting circle on it was obviously extraordinary, matching the whole set of equipment The beautiful appearance is really the best gift to please the boss.

But after entering the battle, he quickly realized the true abnormality of this set of equipment.With the ancestral weapon in his hand, it couldn't pierce the frontal protection of the opponent's breastplate at all.He didn't know that part happened to be where the reverse scales of the dragon race grew. As a distant relative of the sub-dragon beast, the scales at this part of the neck are also the hardest.

The main impact method of the foil sword is stabbing, which is completely unsuitable for picking and cutting with normal weapons.After the frontal attack failed, his offensive was also limited.

El didn't have any taboos at all. Even though he didn't have a suitable melee weapon in his hand, he still resisted Luthor's attack with a pair of fists.Luther's sword was fast, and his speed was even faster. Not only did the oncoming storm not affect him, but it gathered around him for his use.The tricky and vicious sword tip pierced his unprotected ribs, and a large piece of flesh and blood burst open, but at the cost of catching the sword hard, El also successfully narrowed the distance between the two, punching in Luther's face.

Feeling the growing aura of the opponent, Luthor's pressure was also increasing, and finally found an opportunity to stab the sword, but unexpectedly, the opponent deliberately sold his flaws in exchange for injuries.I only felt that I was slapped on the chin by a beast like a bear, and suddenly there were stars in my eyes, and I staggered back a few steps.

Although a large piece of flesh and blood had been poached from his ribs, El felt confident in his heart.He has judged from this sword that the noble man in front of him is actually nothing to fear.

The sword is a good sword. Not only is it a murder weapon for countless people, but it also has enchanting effects such as "piercing armor", "sharpness", "tearing" and so on, but Luthor failed to exert its due power.The swordsmanship and moves he uses are also extremely exquisite. Obviously, he has been instructed by a famous teacher, but in actual combat, he appears to be overly gorgeous and his movements are rigid.

His strength is indeed far higher than that of bronze-ranked fighters, but compared with real battle-tested veterans, he has three points more tyranny in terms of momentum, but five points less calmness.

In short, this guy is basically a packaged rich second-generation fake silver master. Even though he has reached the silver level on the surface, he is still mentally prepared for it.He is indeed a master, but not a qualified fighter, and may not even have experienced a real war.

In the eyes of veterans, such people are called "rookies".

After realizing this, El couldn't help feeling a little depressed. His body had just recovered, and his quality in all aspects had improved.And this set of new equipment and the newly comprehended rune power system brought him too many bonuses, and he couldn't use it freely for a while. Now he needs to find an opponent of comparable strength to hone his minions.

He would rather that Lord Luthor in front of him was a real master of the silver rank, and now it would be a bit disappointing if it was mixed with water.

It was only for a moment that the thoughts turned in his mind. In fact, Luther was not as miserable as he thought. After all, he had the strength of the silver rank. He just shook his head and recovered. It was a sword light slashing horizontally, and then... fell on his back.

It has to be said that his moves are powerful, such that he chopped down half of the big trees in the courtyard with a single sword, but he used the wrong timing.Al was standing right in front of him, watching him flip his wrist, strike his sword, and kick him on the knee, twisting the elegant face of the aristocrat.

"How dare you..." Luther's angrily voice stopped abruptly, and Al punched him in the face again, causing his face to bloom.

Luther fell to the ground, the anger in his eyes had long since disappeared, and he became terrified instead.He didn't understand why he lost so quickly.Obviously his own strength was superior, but the opponent was carrying a longbow and had no weapons at hand, and the moves he used were also extremely crude, but he insisted on being beaten to the ground by him.It just doesn't make sense?
He struggled to get up, but was kicked over by El again, and the sword fell out of his hand and fell to the side.The unspeakable anger and shame instantly collapsed his mind. Luther no longer cared about his image, grabbed a brick from the ground, and threw it at El's head with all his strength.

Al tilted his head, and the brick slid out of the side of his helmet, but even so, his head didn't have to fall back.

"That's right, look like a man, I thought you grew up drinking cat's milk." El rubbed his head and said with a strange smile.There were as many as five or six wounds on his body, and even four or five holes were poked out in the leather armor, which was covered with blood that flowed out, but he himself didn't care.

With a roar, Luther jumped up and rushed towards El, giving up the complicated and gorgeous moves, and directly fought with his fists.In terms of strength alone, he still has the advantage.

No matter how useless a silver warrior is, they belong to the silver rank after all. No matter what their character is, the only thing they have in common is their own pride and self-confidence. It is all shame, and it is this shame that in turn motivates them to keep moving forward.

The two people collided with each other using only pure physical strength, and the yard was suddenly filled with sand and dirt.The bluestone paving the ground was shattered inch by inch, and for a while, only the dull and loud noise of fists colliding with each other could be heard.From east to west in the courtyard, stone tables, rocking chairs and benches were all used as weapons and hit at each other regardless.

"It's a good punch, it finally tastes good!" El was punched in the face, spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and punched Luthor in the abdomen with his back, making him bend down like a prawn and raise his ass. , and then hit him with a knee in the face, grabbed his belt, lifted it up, turned back and fell hard to the ground, smashing a big hole.

Both of them had bruises and swollen faces. Although El had equipment to protect him, the injuries he suffered before were more serious, and one arm was almost broken. However, it was still Luthor who was knocked over in the end.

"Do you know why you lost, Mr. Luthor?" Al asked with a smile while wiping his nosebleed.

Luther snorted, gritted his teeth and stood up with a sneer: "Untouchable! You have successfully angered me. Only one person can leave here alive today!"

"Sorry, I don't think so." El shrugged, turned around and kicked Luther unpreparedly, and kicked Luther, who was barely supporting himself, to the wall and knocked down half of the wall. His face was firmly pressed into the mud.

"First of all, you are afraid of damaging this set of equipment and dare not kill me. This gives me a chance to counterattack." El grabbed Luther's head and finished speaking, before he could speak again Press down.

"Secondly, the swordsmanship you have learned is too gorgeous. Maybe it can make those women and ladies smile knowingly, but in the eyes of real fighters, it's just a show."

Al picked up Luther's head and pressed it down hard for the third time.

"The last point, haven't you ever thought about it, I can avoid your attack, why should I be beaten so stupidly?"

He let go of his hand, and Luther was finally able to raise his face, spit out the mud in his mouth, and stared at El fiercely, but the previous arrogance was completely beaten to the bottom.

"Because I'm using you as a sparring partner, idiot." Al smiled to satisfy his doubts, then picked up the brick that hit him just now, and slapped Luthor on the forehead.

"I said that I would give this kindness back to you, Mr. Luthor." El patted the dirt on his hands, and a blue light flashed in his eyes.Luther had already passed out, and he didn't even notice that the wound on his body was no longer bleeding, and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even the holes in the leather armor gradually disappeared with the slow flow of the magic pattern circle, and at the same time, they were rapidly absorbing the attached blood.After a while, the entire wallet was restored to its original appearance.

(End of this chapter)