The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 "Team commander..."

　　 In the lounge, Ustad, who had removed his armor, bowed his head in front of Soshyan.

　　 Now he is covered with beads of sweat, and the wounds and wounds from the previous battle are basically healed, but his breathing still seems heavy.

　　 "Sorry, I couldn't control it."

　　 Soshyang sighed and put his hand on the opponent's shoulder.

　　 "I'm not blaming you, it's just... this matter is related to our entire battle group, you can't be careful, I believe you know it in your heart."

　　 Ustad nodded vigorously.

　　 "Understood, Commander!"

　　 A smile appeared on Soshyang’s face, and he took a kettle from the servant on the side and handed it to Ustad.

　　 "You played well just now, Ustad, I am proud of you, and your brothers will be proud of you."

　　Ustad took the kettle and drank it in one gulp, then pulled the towel beside him to wipe the sweat off his head.

　　 "Next, do your best. Those who can get to this point are the top masters of each battle group. Discussing with them will be of great benefit to your growth."

"Yes."

　　 After several hours of fierce competition, eight winning teams finally came to the fore, namely Black Templar, Astral Knight, Crimson Fist, Iron Knight, Fire Lord, Terror Tiger, Conqueror, and Midnight Sword.

　　The most unexpected one is probably the champion of the Fist of the Empire. After the fierce battle, the contestant who was finally defeated by the Fist of Crimson was tragically eliminated.

　　 In the subsequent draw, Ustad finally ran out of luck, and he drew an unprecedented strong enemy.

　　 is also one of the favorites of this blade feast, the champion swordsman of the black temple, and Rafael Bravo, who also holds the title of Templar.

　　 When Ustad faced the warrior in black armor, an unspeakable amount of pressure immediately fell on him.

　　 That was a warrior who seemed to have battled hard, with many scars criss-crossed on his face, and his cold eyes were as bright as yellow sapphires.

　　Rafaele Bravo uses a two-handed epee. Standing upright on the arena, he looks like a statue when he presses the hilt with both hands.

　　 "Astral Knight, Ustad."

　　Ustad paid tribute to the opponent and held a sword.

　　Rafaele Bravo nodded, drew the heavy sword, and also returned a salute.

　　 "The Black Temple, Rafael Bravo."

　　 The next second, a thunderous steel collision replaced the silence, and the two figures surrounded and started to attack each other.

　　Ustad’s swords were shot out from the start of the battle, but every attack would hit the opponent's epee, dancing open and slashing back.

　　 He breathed heavily, his eyes were wide open, his black pupils were torn apart and his eyes were bloodshot.

　　Rafaele Bravo blocked the attack every time he took a step forward. Ustad was still doing his best, and it was difficult for him to retreat.

　　 Ustad let out a low growl and ran into him again.

　　 The champion swordsman of the Black Temple snorted, not defending and counterattacking. With the advantage of the length of the weapon, the epee whizzed across Ustad's shoulder with incredible speed.

　　 When Ustad's body tilted to one side uncontrollably, he slammed the end of his sword hilt into Ustad's forearm and then his face.

　　 Ustad dodged and raised his head, stabbing his secondary sword at a strange angle, but before touching the opponent's chest, his wrist was stuck between the arm of the champion swordsman and the hilt.

　　Rafaele Bravo let out a low growl, and instantly threw Ustad into the air.

　　Ustad rolled over and fell on the ground with his feet on the ground, collapsed and jumped back, trying to touch the back of the opponent's neck with the tip of his sword, but he was immediately stopped by the dancing heavy sword.

　　 "It's amazing."

　　 Ustad bared his teeth, his whole body was shaking, and his face twitched.

　　 Then he took a deep breath, then nodded again and raised his sword.

　　 "Your sword skills still need to be sharpened, but it is already very good. At your age, I can't reach your level."

　　Rafaele Bravo suddenly made a sound of appreciation, but this did not make Ustad happy, because his goal was still victory.

　　 The two began to go around in a circle.

Ustad’s right shoulder armor had been dented by the previous blow, which also affected his sword. At the same time, his quick counterattack was not without effect. At least five red lines were left on the opponent’s armor. Rift.

　　 The next second, Ustad backed away, and the heavy sword rubbed his body and fell heavily.

　　 In response, he also slashed with a sword, but he was shunned by his opponent.

　　 A missed hit was the second hit that followed, but because of the damage to the shoulder, the speed was not so fast.

　　 A desperate cross cut retreated the champion swordsman who was close at hand. He leaped back to dodge Ustad's sharp blade, and then single-handed the epee, sending out a vicious blow.

　　 Ustad blocked it, sparks splashed and lightning flashed between the collision of the three weapons.

　　 But the attack was heavy, knocking Ustad back a few steps.

"Well--"

　　 Ustad snorted, and before he could remove the strength from his arm, the opponent's sword rushed again.

　　 The two started fighting more violently, and even the arena trembled due to the angry duel.

　　 For a time, they were in a stalemate, brothers against brothers, sharp swords against sharp swords.

　　 "Very tenacious, very good."

　　 Lafaele Bravo dodged the blade that pierced his chest, and then punched Ustad on the chin.

　　 But Ustad ignored this and slashed his sword under his opponent.

　　 "Hit!"

　　 On the viewing platform, Soshyang saw Ustad’s sword protruding out, his eyes widened, and he looked forward to victory...

　　 But Rafael Bravo started to move. He immediately grabbed Ustad's wrist quickly, and after scoring the blow, he slammed Ustad's head with the hilt.

　　 Ustad staggered back with a muffled snort, his vision began to blur, and the pain gradually dulled.

　　 Then, the heavy sword struck him sideways, making him back a few more steps.

　　 Ustad shook a few times, knelt on one knee, and the torn helmet blood poured all over his body like a red shroud.

　　 But he still raised his head stubbornly.

　　The champion swordsman of the black temple put down his sword~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The two stared at each other.

　　 Then, Ustad slowly stood up, one of his swords was broken, and only the other was left.

"At last--"

　　 whispered, he suddenly rushed forward, and Rafael Bravo also raised his heavy sword.

　　 In the exclamation of the audience, Ustad took the opponent's sword with his left shoulder, and then at the moment he fell, a sword was slashed on the opponent's right wrist, and a sword was swung toward the opponent's chest.

　　 After a muffled noise, Ustad fell to the ground.

　　 Then, Rafael Bravo’s sword also fell on the ground-he was hit **** his wrist, and he involuntarily let go of his hand.

　　 After winning, he stared at the broken sword on the ground. It was this sword that swung toward his chest. If the sword was not broken, maybe--

　　 "Black Temple, Rafael Bravo, win!!!"

　　 Amidst the applause of the audience, Raffaele bent down and helped Ustad up.

　　 "Good fight, brother."

　　Ustad took off his helmet with difficulty, and a smile was squeezed out of his blood-filled face.

　　 "You won, brother."

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