Tribute to the Demon King

If the speed of the galloping "steel" is the extreme speed beyond the storm, then this blow is like a comet-like lightning strike.

——Can’t escape.

While seeing this blow, St. George, who is the world's top knight, immediately realized this.

However, he didn't panic at all, his left hand drew a beautiful arc in the air, and the dagger around his waist was spun out of its sheath, and he held it firmly in the air, just blocking Zhou Yi's whip.

"Stop!"

As St. George stopped drinking, the magic soldier in his right hand slammed down to the ground.

While the scarlet spear hit the ground, the surrounding ground suddenly split open.

The ground vibrated, and viscous shock waves spread, and Zhou Yi's center of gravity swayed suddenly, leaning forward slightly as if he was unsteady on his feet.

good chance!

St. George seized the opportunity, swung the spear in his right hand back, and nailed it to the ground with a bang.

Then he took half a step back, raised his foot and kicked towards Zhou Yi's stomach.

It was his kick that was as fast as a vulture beast and heavier than a camel that made the whining sound of the wind and stirred up the turbulent current.

The same is true.Spearmanship is not just about stabbing.The chopping of the blade, the swinging of the gun body, together with the warrior's shoulders, knees and legs, can all cause huge damage to the enemy.

If there is such supernatural power and speed as St. George, let alone a human, even a wild boar tens of meters high, if it is kicked with all its strength, its internal organs will burst directly from its mouth.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is a blow that is powerful enough to pierce the dragon scale——

But against such an attack, Zhou Yi did not retreat but advanced.

He swung the body of the gun, lightly left St. George's short knife, and then circled around St. George's side in a beast-like posture.

"madness!"

Can't help it, St. George scolded in such disappointment.

Zhou Yi's long spear is close to two meters in length, including the span of one step and the length of his arm, within five steps around him is within his strike range.

For people with long weapons, it is common sense to keep a reasonable distance.It would be much simpler for him to adopt a defensive posture and only attack enemies that entered the strike range.

After all, it is much easier to penetrate the foreign enemy that stepped in than to attack rashly.

That's right - the range of St. George's spear is larger than Zhou Yi's. If St. George's strike range can be shortened reasonably, he can undoubtedly gain a considerable advantage.

But from St. George's point of view, Zhou Yi ignored another point.

That was the dagger in his left hand.

St. George's Spear is an exotic spear with a tip longer than its body, a piercing weapon made for dragon slaying.For it, it does not need to be held with both hands like ordinary long guns.

Just leave the stability of the weapon and the strength of the thrust to God.Saint George, who is a believer and a knight, just needs to stab him.

And if the enemy rushes into his side, the dagger in his left hand can be used.There is no need to cut off the enemy's head, just push it back to the attack range of the gun.

Therefore, Zhou Yi who hastily advanced has no chance of winning.

——However, that is just common sense.

"Come on, hurt each other!"

Just when St. George swung his dagger at Zhou Yi's cheek, Zhou Yi laughed loudly and raised his scarlet spear like a madman.

No matter what, take another step forward.

He almost turned his face towards St. George's slash, and then stabbed the magic spear in his hand towards St. George's throat regardless.

"You guy..."

St. George smiled, without any defense, and continued to chop down the dagger in his hand.

Then, blood splattered everywhere.

The attacks of both sides hit almost at the same time, but they missed at the same time.

The blow that could have split Zhou Yi's head only cut off half of his left ear, while the gunshot that could have crushed St. George's Adam's apple only hit St. George's right shoulder.

As far as this attack was concerned, Zhou Yi had the upper hand.

However, he buried his strengths and placed himself perfectly within St George's strike range.

"how come--?!"

Amid St. George's shouts of shock and anger, Zhou Yi's gun unreasonably ejected again.

Throat, shoulders, between the eyebrows, heart——the magic spear never stopped, as if it never returned at all, piercing at such a high speed that even the afterimage disappeared.

Even though every blow of Zhou Yi was bounced off by St. George, the young man had no chance to attack at all.

Constant defense, constant retreat.Under the battering attacks of the black-haired boy who looked like a mad dog, St. George's martial arts were completely useless.

The scarlet magic gun is like a poisonous snake ejected, every blow is aimed at the weak point that cannot be ignored.Once stabbed, it can be called a sure kill.

After the first fight and injury, St. George never dared to expose his weakness.

Because he realized that his "steel" attribute was still too weak.

Moreover, the challenger in front of him seems to be a demigod... He can smell a strong aura of divinity from the opponent, and this divinity seems to be related to light, the sun and the sky—no matter who can keep up with him The speed, and even the strange strength that faintly overwhelmed his share, all faintly proved this point.