Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

Mashu considered climbing over the wall, but she concluded that the guards at the city gate would discover them within three minutes.

The members of the rebellion group were in a dilemma. They couldn't fight or make a scene. They tried their best to persuade the gatekeeper, but the gatekeeper ignored them. If they couldn't get in, they would all be finished when Attila came back!

At this most critical moment, the once frustrated person suddenly shouted:

"I am Sultan Mehmed II, open the door!"

Nine years of silence and waiting finally resulted in this roar.

Everyone including the gatekeepers were shocked by the roar, and the gates of the imperial city were opened, and the road to the Sultan's palace was opened.

Erdogan, I'm back to take back everything that belongs to me!

Muhammad, who was in high spirits, thought so and almost walked forward alone and got himself killed.

"Axeman, get ready!"

But fortunately, Mashu and Tamamo worked together to pull him back, otherwise our Sultan Mehmed II, who had not yet been restored, would have died halfway.

He saw the densely packed Sultan's guards in front of him. Once upon a time, they were all serving him, but he didn't give them any face at all.

Yes, after all, they are only loyal to the Sultan.

"Ms. Fujimaru Ritsuka, can I ask you for a favor?"

"what's up?"

"Please help me hold them here."

In the moonlight, Ritsuka saw the conqueror's extremely serious request.

"I'll take care of it all."

"Even if you will face your father?" Scathach appeared from the spirit state and asked him.

"Perhaps this is my destiny."

Mehmed II left the team and decided to go to the meeting alone with only a sword, and his destination was the palace in front of him.

He arrived at the former Sultan's Palace, where the sultans held court and held meetings. Apart from the sound of his footsteps, the palace was deathly silent. In Fatih's opinion, this seemed to have been planned in advance.

"Father......"

He said the word to himself as he scanned the hall.

"Sultan Murad II. I sense your presence, please come out." Fatih taunted his enemy.

"Or are you afraid of me?"

PS1: Big advantage, gold lead

Two high grounds have been broken

When the high ground counterattacked, he A went up

He was killed in seconds

In the end, the monkey couldn't handle it anymore.

This is a match that took place on 8.25.

That’s right, it’s the third place match between LGD and SN

Today is also the second anniversary of Slark.

(Yesterday was the 10th anniversary of Puppy not opening BKK and Big Brother losing to a woman)

PS2: So, seeing this hot search today, why would someone use e-sports to touch upon football?

Chapter 089 Young Fatih learns fencing under the guidance of his father.JPG

"You are still the same as before, Mohammed."

Murad II appeared, striding across the red carpet from the inner corridor to the hall, his cloak trailing behind him.

Fatih took a cautious step towards him, holding the hilt of the sword tightly at all times. He was very cautious now, not only because he was facing his father, but also because of the gap between the two sides. The gap between ordinary humans and servants was like a chasm.

Therefore, he had to do everything he could to face his father. Fatih felt that the "power" was with him, which was enough for him to fight him, and Fatih was ready for this inevitable battle.

Slowly, the distance between them became closer.

"I didn't expect this 'power' to be with you, Mohammed," Murad said. "But it seems to me that you still can't control it well."

The Sultan's words had a chilling effect, and Fatih hesitated for a moment, thinking back to his childhood.

"Muhammad, my son. Remember that the sword in your hand is pointed at the enemy, not at your own people; and do not give in to hatred or anger, which lead to the dark side."

You probably never thought this day would come, Dad.

Fatih gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, quickly drew the sword and swung it at him.

At the same instant, Murad drew his own sword and waited quietly for the young Sultan to attack.

With affection for Murad, Fatih brought his blade down hard on Murad's blade, but he just flicked it lightly and effortlessly deflected Fatih's blade.

Once more Fatih attacked, and once more their blades met. Then they stood, staring at each other through their crossed blades, and that moment seemed to last forever.

"I have a feeling." The captain of the guards, who was determined to ambush, muttered to his deputy captain in a low voice. "I am making another huge mistake."

To put it bluntly, he couldn't see clearly the figures of the people who were attacking the imperial city. If it weren't for the previous words, he wouldn't know what these people were doing.

Now I understand, he came here to usurp the throne!

Some of them had swords that emitted flames, and some could use lightning, and the first bolt of lightning just missed him. The captain of the guards reacted quickly and ordered his soldiers to fight back immediately. He himself hurriedly slipped away, under the pretext of seeking reinforcements, and watched the fierce battle from a safe distance.

The two deserters did not cause any change in their numbers. They continued to fight with the guards. Under the continuous and extremely accurate attacks, the guards kept falling down, some of them fell down without even having time to grunt.

The captain in charge of the resistance tried to attract their attention and signaled them to run away quickly. But the two seemed to be fascinated, immersed in the one-sided pleasure, and he suddenly felt angry and felt it was not worth it for him to do this.

"The enemy is in Su Xuan's army." Scathach, who was already on the city wall, looked down at the two leaders of the Sultan's guards who were enjoying the show.

“I really don’t understand these people.”

The gates of the imperial city were closed, and the remaining guards began to sense that something was wrong.

On the platform in front of the palace, Fatih and Murad's swords kept clashing.

Fatih felt his hands shaking with every slash, block, and thrust of their weapons, but he showed no fear, for with every thrust he made it more difficult for Murad to handle.

Murad used his lightsaber to block Fatih's tidal attack and said calmly: "You haven't mastered the 'power' well enough yet, although you have learned more than I expected."

"You will find me full of surprises," he shot back confidently, stabbing Murad again.

"Show me how much progress you've made." The calm, pretentious answer.

With two brilliant moves, the Sultan knocked Fatih's sword out of his hand. Then he brought his own blade down on his feet. The young man had to jump back to protect himself, but he lost his footing and tumbled down the steps.

Lying on the platform, Fatih looked up at the dark figure looming at the top of the steps. Suddenly, the shadow flew directly toward him, its black cloak fluttering behind it like a huge woven wing.

Fatih quickly rolled to the side, his eyes still fixed on him, and the tall black figure landed silently next to him.

"Your skills have declined." Murad said, towering over Fatih who struggled to stand up. "Maybe I should have chosen your brothers back then."

"Never!" he shouted, he wanted to take back his things with his own hands.

"Want to know the truth about that matter?" Murad continued, "Come on, I have to see if you are qualified."

Murad's fighting ability was incredibly strong, which made Fatih feel a little discouraged, but he knew that he had no way out.

So, we can only move forward.

"Then let's take a look!" Fatih declared.

"is it?"

The Sultan suddenly attacked him with his lightsaber, so powerfully that Fatih lost his balance and fell to the ground again.

Murad nonchalantly put away his sword and turned to leave. "Time has destroyed your will." He shrugged, "You are not as strong as you once were."

Even as he spoke, a gust of wind made him swing his scabbard again, and with a backhand sword he just managed to block Fatih's heavy blow.

"Time will tell you everything," he replied calmly to the monarch's comment.

“Very good,” Murad admitted. “This is what an Ottoman sultan should be like.”

At this moment, the Sultan's sword once again showed its blade.

"Time has made you prudent. You have controlled your sharp edge. Now release your anger. My child, Muhammad."

PS1: DOTA Arcade recently released a DOTA BUT LEGEND mode, which moves all the hero model skills of the League into the map of DOTA 2.

As a result, they keep saying "kill the dog and play with the dog" and get more addicted to the game than anyone else, and everyone has become a traitor.

The biggest advantage of this map is that you can see high-definition modeling. I have to say that Rito's engine is really lame.

It's true that I played Lota so much today that I forgot to watch the game...

PS2: Go for the Subject 29 exam on the th

Chapter 090 Pick up your sword and attack me!

As the battle between the two men intensified, Fatih's control over this "power" had become perfect. If he could control his emotions, just as he finally controlled his "power", the balance of victory would tilt towards him.

Remember this feeling, Fatih warned himself. This feeling of being at ease! This is his only chance to defeat the man in front of him!

After controlling this strange feeling, Fatih began to move forward, ignoring the instigation of the man in front of him. He attacked Murad and after a quick change of position, he gradually gained the upper hand.

"You don't understand 'power' that well enough," Murad said. "Use its true power."

Fatih began to realize how powerful his enemy was. Past scenes flooded into his mind, and he whispered to himself:

"I will not be a slave to 'power.'" Then he approached Murad cautiously again.

"...It seems that your understanding is distorted."

Murad was slowly backing away. Suddenly, Fatih's sword came at him fiercely. When the Sultan raised his sword to block the attack, he lost his balance and Fatih seized the opportunity to attack him again and again. It seemed that he could not resist.

Fatih was exhausted from the battle with the person he was most familiar with, and could barely stand. He gathered his strength, concentrated all his magic power into this sword, and swung it fiercely at Murad.

“Come and see!”

This was the first time that Fatih gained an advantage. He had the upper hand in the fight with Murad. Looking at the figure knocked to the ground, he slowly approached without forgetting to let go of the sword in his hand.

To his surprise, Murad did not make any move in the face of this, nor did he make any effort to defend himself when Fatih came closer. The Sultan's only weapon was actually his innate oratory skills.

"Swing your sword at me." Fatih made this extremely outrageous decision. "Destroy me."

Fatih was confused by Murad's words. He stopped hesitantly, not knowing how to sit.

"Such is the fate of the Ottoman sultans, my child."

Fatih did not move where he stood, and he hesitated.

Should he do as Murad says and swing his sword at his father?

Or should he leave the battle now and go to the harem to kill the thief Erdogan?

No, how could he point the sword in his hand at his own father?

But is the person in front of him really his father?

He gripped his deadly blade tightly with both hands, holding it to the hilt, not knowing what to do.

But just as he was struggling, a long sword was pulled out from the wall behind him and rushed towards Fatih's back. Fatih turned around quickly and smashed the sword with his sword. It fell to the ground with a thud and turned into a point of light and disappeared.

But this was just the beginning. Another long sword rushed towards Fatih, and he used his "strength" again to deflect it. The heavy sword bounced off as if it hit an invisible shield. Then another heavy sword began to roll in the air and rushed towards him. Before Fatih could repel the heavy sword, more and more long swords of various shapes began to rush towards him from all directions. Fatih tried his best to deflect these bombardments, but he also began to be scratched and blood began to flow.

And right in the middle of the square, Murad stood motionless.

"You are defeated." The Ottoman Sultan looked very disappointed. "What a disappointing ending! You deserve to lose your position as Sultan!"

As he spoke, the last dagger flew from the air, struck Fatih, and knocked him to the ground. Everything in his sight became blurred, and Fatih rolled on the ground in a very funny way until he was stopped by the palace wall.

After his heartbeat calmed down a bit, his vision gradually became clear, and Fatih realized that he was curled up under the palace wall. He looked down at himself and saw that blood had already flowed out of his wound and had gradually formed a puddle. He immediately felt dizzy and quickly closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down.

Fatih held tightly to the wall with one hand and supported himself with his sword with the other. Gathering all his remaining strength, he slowly pulled upwards and finally managed to stand.

At this moment, he happened to see Murad walking towards him.

As Murad approached, the noise at the city gate became louder and the sound echoed throughout this somewhat empty imperial city. Fatih looked grim; something went wrong at the city gate.

Could it be Attila's return?

He didn't dare think about this possibility, which meant he would be burned at the stake in the square of the Green Mosque in front of everyone.