Diablo Destruction

The unprecedented and powerful threat felt from Carlos on the opposite side, not even Gamorro, nor Nilasek, who was manipulated by the crazy soul and the power of life and mutated into a seven-headed basilisk, could not stop him. Pass.

If you are hit by this blow, only a blood bear in peak condition can withstand it without being defeated. With its current transformation, its health and defense are only a fraction of the blood bear's, and it is impossible to resist it at all. Can't live.

Are you going to lose? Are you so desperate?

Of course not, even me, even though I am lazy, lack motivation, and have small dreams, I still want to work hard and struggle occasionally, and I don’t want to lose to others or myself! !

“Ahhhh————”

Drinking loudly, the freezing power flowing in the body surged, and it seemed that even the blood turned blue, boiling like boiling water at the extreme low temperature.

Carlos, this is also my last move, take it! ! !

The frozen power boiling in the body, under my urging, poured into the crystal sword in my hand crazily. The sword body, which originally had a light white mist, shone with the golden light, blooming with soft and beautiful colors, and suddenly burst into dark blue. of bright light.

There are no skills, no changes, just pure, accumulating and accumulating the power of freezing power, and constantly condensing it on the sword. If you don't have enough experience and skills, just use absolute power to suppress it! !

It seemed that the crystal sword could no longer withstand this huge cold force. The sword made a crisp sound, and through the blue light, you could see spider-like cracks cracking on the transparent sword. And the durability above it is also declining at a terrifying speed.

The dark blue light continued to surge, and after covering the entire crystal sword, it continued to expand outwards, and finally formed a giant decapitation sword more than ten meters long and three meters wide composed of dark blue frozen energy.

The cold air emanating from the energy sword body can be clearly seen. The dust floating on the sword body suddenly becomes extremely slow, as if time in the blue light has been frozen.

The final blow - the temporarily named version of the Ice Decapitation Sword! !

Almost the moment I swung the giant energy sword out, Carlos, who had been sprinting in slow motion, suddenly disappeared.

His body stained red by blood, the tall figure wearing full body armor, and the space blade in his hand all turned into a small ray of light.

At this moment, Carlos had turned into a beam of light, and even Kasha could not catch his figure.

This straight beam of light passed through the giant decapitating sword that was cut through the air, and then passed through the opponent.

Is there anything that can cut off the beam? Maybe it's not impossible, but obviously, this giant energy decapitating sword can't do it yet.

Therefore, the light penetrated from the sword, and then penetrated from the person holding the sword. Finally, this beam of light changed back to Carlos, standing quietly while maintaining the posture of swinging the sword.

Time seemed to have stopped. The two people passing each other on the battlefield kept their sword movements and remained motionless. The tens of thousands of adventurers standing on the edge seemed to have forgotten to breathe. The entire competition space, I'm afraid even if a thin needle falls to the ground, the sound will spread.

Finally, in this strangely quiet space where tens of thousands of people gathered, but a pindrop could be heard, the first sound came out.

It was the giant decapitating sword in the hand of the druid that made a crisp crackling sound. The sound reverberated throughout the space, making it particularly harsh and attracting the attention of all the adventurers almost instantly.

Then they saw that the blue sword of the giant decapitation sword, which seemed to be able to freeze time, was cracking with fine lines, which were increasing and spreading, and the crisp sound came from here.

More than ten seconds later, under everyone's attention, fine lines like spider webs were densely spread all over the entire giant sword body, and dazzling blue light leaked from these fine lines, and then, with a "bang", The entire sword exploded completely and turned into countless blue ice fragments. A terrifying freezing power also surged out from inside and spread out in all directions in an instant.

The countless ice fragments that exploded bloomed with brilliant icy blue light in the sunlight. It was so beautiful that it made people feel appreciative, amazed and intoxicated.

The coldness in their noses made them wake up immediately. They touched it involuntarily and felt a slight coolness of moisture. When they raised their heads, they discovered that in the entire competition space, at some point, light snow had begun to fall in the sky.

This was not an illusion when the druid transformed, but a real scene - the huge frozen power overflowing from the sword was walking over the entire competition space, and it actually started to snow.

Is this elegant light snow a foreshadowing of the final winner of the competition? The adventurer's gaze fell on the motionless two men again through the hazy light snow.

Who wins? Who is responsible?

"puff---!!"

They saw that the Druid, whose hands were already empty due to the fragmentation of the beheading sword, spurted out a large amount of blood, and then tilted his body and fell to the ground. The blood instantly stained the pure white snow on the ground. famous.

Then, with his back turned, Carlos swayed a few times and almost fell to the ground, but finally managed to stay still and staggeredly put away the long sword in his hand.

The result is known? At this moment, all adventurers feel a surge of passion in their hearts. No matter who wins, this battle will be unforgettable for them. The performance of the two people on the battlefield is also worthy of respect. Their high emotions are in their throats. Brewing and thinking about cheering.

But at this moment, Carlos finally stood up, and his dark gold-level heavenly costume stained with blood suddenly made a crisp and clear sound, and large pieces of armor suddenly turned into fragments and fell. , making this precious piece of heavenly clothing suddenly turn into a beggar’s outfit.

And Carlos fell to his knees again. He struggled several times, but could not stand up. He could only turn around and lie on his back on the snow, breathing heavily. It seemed that he could no longer stand up.

When it came to the druid, it seemed that his family was selling blood. There was so much blood on the ground, but he still covered his wound and stood up unsteadily.

The confusing scene made the adventurers whose cheers had just brewed in their throats look at each other again, not knowing who to cheer for. They finally came to their senses and turned their gazes to the two-winged angels above. , although many adventurers are dissatisfied with the birdman, in this case, these adventurers have to admit that their judgment is indeed more convincing.

However, in fact, the two-winged angel Ericl is also worried now. He is much stronger than other adventurers. He naturally knows the outcome of the game, but it is precisely because he knows the outcome that he is worried now.

Because two people were injured at the same time, and their health points dropped to less than half at the same time. Perhaps there was actually a time difference of a few seconds at this time, but even with his strength, he could not judge the small details in this. difference.

Therefore, according to ordinary rules, this result should be a tie, but this has never happened since the martial arts competition was held, so there are no corresponding rules. As an angel who strictly abides by discipline, He had no way of setting up a new competition rule to make the result of this competition satisfactory. Moreover, even if it was a tie, there would only be one prize.

After all, it's not that Ericl doesn't know the result, but he doesn't have the power to announce the result. This is already outside the scope of his power. It should be the organizer of the Adventurer Alliance, Grand Elder Akara, or the competition. The four-winged angel Tyrell, the promoter of the competition, can make the final judgment.

Therefore, the atmosphere fell into silence. Under the gazes of tens of thousands of adventurers, Ericl cast his obedient gaze to an empty corner, as if waiting for the final judgment of those adults.

However, what surprised Ericl a little was that as time passed, those few people did not stand up to rescue him. The atmosphere suddenly fell into a deadlock, and the dissatisfied murmurs of adventurers' questions could be heard below. Although he was calm, Ericl couldn't help but shed a layer of sweat on his forehead. It was related to the reputation of the angel clan. Even he couldn't bear the crime.

It seems that we have to use the law of scales to judge, he thought in his heart.

In this world, there are really too many ambiguous and confusing events. Even the Angel Clan, which has always regarded itself as fair and just, has difficulty sorting them out. For example, the results of the current game, and the so-called law of the scales, is actually very difficult. Simple, it is to take two or more opposing factors that make it impossible to accurately judge, and also include the factors hidden in each of them. Most of these hidden factors are extremely slight, so the most precise magician's balance is used. Describe this judgment.

When Ericl announced the judgment of the law of the scales, the adventurers were in an uproar. They were obviously surprised that Ericl, as a two-winged angel, could not judge the result. Of course, there was no trace of schadenfreude in it.

However, no one protested, because everyone knew that this was the last resort, and from the moment Ericl announced it, the final winner of this game was already unknown to them. Something happened.

Carlos, who was lying on his back, had an expression on his face that could not be described as lost when he heard Ericl's announcement.

"Wait, I don't think it's so troublesome." In the silence, my voice seemed particularly abrupt.

The wound really hurts. Carlos, this guy, really didn't hold back at all. If I were in the form of an ordinary werewolf or werewolf, maybe I would go directly to meet God.

Holding the wound that was still bleeding, I muttered to myself.

"Isn't the result already obvious?"

Seeing Ericl with a puzzled expression fall in front of me, I grinned at him. Of course, I could only think in my heart that this face was as if it had been glued, smelly and hard, and I was afraid it was the little ghost's face. Even if his face was crumpled into the funniest shape, he couldn't make any muscle on his face tremble even a little bit.

"Contestant Wu Fan, I still don't quite understand what you mean."

Ericl said with a solemn face, if Chris is the fake prince, then this guy must be the prude prince.

"What I mean is that the result is already obvious. Who wins and who loses in the final blow? Isn't it already obvious?"

I didn't care what kind of two-winged or four-winged person the opponent was, I said again in a slightly impatient tone, this guy obviously has the face of a master killer, why is his brain so hard to turn around?

"If it is the last blow, it is indeed...but..." Ericl replied hesitantly.

"That's fine. For me, the only thing that really counts as a game is the last shot."

Seeing that the wound was gradually healing, I yawned boredly and moved my eyes away from Ericl and landed on Carlos. Although this guy had overdrawn a lot of his life, he didn't lie on the ground like a dead person. Well, tsk tsk, I can’t even feel the breath of life anymore. Is it necessary to be so lost?

To put it nicely, Ericl is probably a relatively simple-minded person among the angels. To put it poorly, his IQ level does not reach the average level of the angels. He was stunned for a while before he understood what I said and looked at it. At first glance, I was probably shocked by the cold look on my face. I had no intention of going back on my words, so I couldn't help but flutter my wings and fly into the air.

"Since player Wu Fan voluntarily admitted defeat, the judgment of the Law of the Scale is revoked, and I declare -"

Eric's solemn and clear voice came from the sky. After a pause, he raised his voice.

"In the last game, Druid Wu Fan faces Paladin Carlos. The winner is Carlos. At the same time, he will win the championship of this martial arts competition!!"

This guy has a good ability to mobilize the atmosphere and is very qualified as a host. No wonder he is allowed to be the final referee. Looking at Ericl's announcement, I thought to myself in boredom.

"Why……?"

At this time, Carlos's voice came to his ears.

"Hey, brother Carlos, your soul has finally returned to your original body."

I said hello to Carlos, who was lying on the ground with his eyes restored to consciousness and looking at me with surprise. I raised my hand in the air and said hello. As a result, I accidentally touched the wound and grinned in pain.

"If you judge by the law of the scale, you should be the winner." Carlos ignored my exaggerated greeting and continued to ask silently.

Judging by the rules of fairness, my blood bear transformation can completely suppress Carlos. At the same time, my summoning skills are not used at all. With such a huge advantage, Carlos's chance of victory is really slim. Yes, he probably knew this would happen, so Carlos probably showed a look of despair when he heard about the Law of the Scales.

"Why, don't you look like you're winning?"

I didn't answer Carlos, but I was curious to know his answer. I wanted to see whether the so-called face and dignity of a man were as important as the championship he wanted to fight for at the risk of his life.

"How could it be? Of course I think that even if I win using this method, I should still thank you, Wu Fan."

Carlos' answer and the sincere gratitude on his face made me very satisfied. A man's face and dignity are indeed important, but it would be foolish to forget why these things exist.

For me, I can be regarded as a man who loves face, but the premise of loving face is that there are bonds that are important to me in this world. If there is not even one bond in the world, there will be no purpose in living. Like a walking corpse, where does the so-called face and dignity come from?

"Don't worry, this doesn't let you down. You have truly won, Brother Carlos." I said as I walked towards the other party.

"The reason I just said is that for me, the last blow is everything in this game. I lost. I am convinced by the strength of the loss. I also admire your strength. It's that simple, and it's also There is a reason..."

Under Carlos' gaze, I said slowly.

"It's too troublesome. The rules of fairness are so long-winded. It's really too troublesome. I don't know, Brother Carlos, have you ever felt like this? After such a fierce battle, I suddenly want to see my family, my lovely children." Wives, we can’t wait any longer.”

As I said that, I stretched out my hand and pulled Carlos up, who was gradually smiling.

"I fight, I completely understand." Maybe it was because he was deeply touched by my words, but Carlos touched the corners of his eyes exaggeratedly.

"I also want to meet my wife now!!"

At this time, the adventurers on the field came to their senses from the shock of the results announced by Ericl, and let out loud cheers! !

"As long as you understand, then forgive me for taking the first step. I believe we will have time to have a good chat in the future."

I nodded in the direction of Vilas and the others, then patted Carlos on the shoulder, and strode forward impatiently. Wherever I passed, with cheers, the adventurers moved out of the way.

Is this the so-called reflection after the war? After all, fighting will only make people feel empty. Faintly seeing the pretty figures of Vilas and the others coming towards me, I couldn't help but speed up a few steps, twitching the corners of my mouth slightly, revealing a faint happy smile.

"Xiaofan!!!"

The first thing that came to me was the impact of the little ghost's human cannonball. I hugged him upright, holding him in my arms and rubbing his soft and cute face desperately while savoring the aftertaste.

Then, Vilas and the others also walked forward with smiles on their faces, looking at the little ghost and I who kept rubbing our faces together, looking very intimate.

"I'm sorry, I still lost."

After a while, I put the little ghost down, scratched my head, and said apologetically, the one I'm most sorry for here is probably Sister Sharna, who gave me the victory...