Endurance, duel cage.
Now.
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The usually bustling duel hall was now so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Hazniel and Collina stood in the center of everyone's attention, with their half-open blades gleaming brightly under the pale light.
But, although everyone's eyes seemed to be focused on the duel cage, they were actually focused on the tall figure under the stage.
The Primarch sat motionless in his seat, like a dead body. The white smoke from the incense burner slowly floated up, and the yellow-green poisonous gas in the gas mask overflowed with the Primarch's quiet breathing, covering his eyes.
After saying that, Mortarion took no other action.
The depressing and gloomy atmosphere of the Primarch itself enveloped the entire hall.
“Buzz—”
A shrill bell rang!
Haznir was the first to break the silence, charging forward to attack, while Collina assumed his classic defensive stance, heavy sword raised, ready to strike.
When Hazniel approached and swung his sickle, instead of responding as expected, Collina quickly dodged the sickle by moving sideways, and at the same time, he slashed the greatsword in Hazniel's chest!
However, the scene between Collina and Joze just now was not repeated. Haznier withdrew his sickle and returned to defense extremely quickly, shifting his center of gravity to the right, avoiding the sword's attack on his vital parts.
"throat!"
Haznier held the sickle tightly with both hands and successfully blocked Corina's blow less than a foot away from his body!
Fire burst out, Collina exerted force with both hands, and a harsh sound of metal scraping was heard in the duel cage, but the sickle was fixed in place and did not move at all.
Under Haznier's feet, the high-strength composite material ground actually had a slight dent!
"clang-"
Feeling that the opponent was extremely strong and that he might suffer if the stalemate continued, Collina took the initiative to slide to break the stalemate, retreated to adjust his posture, and prepared for the next attack and defense.
But he shouldn't retreat.
On ordinary battlefields, the sickle is an extremely rare long-handled weapon that requires the operator to have superb skills to use.
Unlike common long-handled weapons, such as spears, the sickle's attack range is not straight. If you use the sickle in the same way as other long-handled weapons, you will expose yourself to the enemy's attack range.
To use a sickle, you need to overcome your instinctive subconscious impulses and cannot attack or defend directly. You need to go around a bit so that these curved blades, the weapons of the god of death, can be used by you.
And just now, Collina made a mistake.
The attack range of the sickle is obviously longer than that of the heavy sword. Subconsciously retreating will only give the opponent a better opportunity to attack. However, Collina's previous fighting style has always been defensive and offensive. He mistakenly took the sickle as a spear and thought that he only needed to defend the front.
After all, if the opponent is holding a spear, you only need to block the front with your sword.
But not the sickle.
Haznier decisively seized on Collina's mistake and thrust his sickle forward. Collina raised his sword to try to block it. Although the sickle handle was directly in front of him, the sickle blade was on his side and rear where his defense was weak!
Collina immediately turned sideways and drew back his sword, but just as the heavy sword was turned back, the sickle was strangely retracted, and the changing angle of the sickle blade was like a blooming silver flower. Haznir's speed, which was already almost leaving an afterimage, was accelerated again -
Haznier rushed to the front of Collina, and the tip of the sickle just touched the right side of Collina's neck.
The winner is decided!
Arrogant guy!
Haznier shouted in his heart, these arrogant old guys don’t pay any attention to the weapons preferred by the recruits, and they don’t even bother to learn their techniques. It is this arrogance that made you lose to me today!
After all, any novice who picks up a scythe knows that close combat is the most difficult situation for a scytheman, and a retreating enemy is the scene that a scytheman likes to see the most.
Are we arrogant? It is you who are arrogant!
There was loud applause and cheers from Barbarus's side. Haznir put away his sickle and raised it above his head. White light shone on his body and an exaggerated laugh broke out on his face.
He turned around and smiled towards Mortarion's position. Although the primarch's expression was still undetectable, the oppressive atmosphere around him had eased somewhat.
Compared to the arrogant Haznier, Collina had a stern face. He glanced at Haznier and walked off the stage silently. The Terran veterans in the darkness tacitly made way for a gap and then quickly closed it, allowing Collina to hide in the crowd.
Taking advantage of the cheers and applause of the Barbarus people, several figures left the duel hall in the chaos.
As Barbarus' cheers continued, Mortarion extended a hand and pressed down.
Mortarion seemed satisfied with the quiet hall. He withdrew his hand and continued to cross his arms.
By this time someone had read Mortarion's signal -
He is waiting for the next duel!
Some rational people have already started to sweat. The narrow victory of Haznir of the Barbarus descent is already the best outcome. It not only satisfies the Barbarus people's competitive spirit, but also allows the Terran veterans to take the next step.
Any discerning Terra veteran could see that Haznier had just won by taking advantage of Collina's mistake. If the duel was really prolonged, Haznier's chances of winning would be slim!
The next battle will be Haznir's defeat.
There was obviously a small commotion among the Terra veterans.
Finally, a fleshy old soldier rushed onto the stage. The people around him did not hold him back, but looked surprised and puzzled.
This guy is a tough guy in the Seventh Company and has applied to Jialuo many times for the next opportunity to carry out the Zisha mission.
It should be noted that in the entire duel hall, the Seventh Company actually has the fewest Terra veterans. Although they are marked as a combat company, these veterans prefer to wipe their weapons or meditate in their leisure time.
The soldiers of the Seventh Company who liked to frequent the duel hall were often the most stubborn and the most explosive.
[I’m coming!]
The Primarch continued to sit there like a statue, motionless.
Mortarion had just been learning how to deal with the Titan Order, paying attention to their etiquette, the timing of these big guys' appearance, and the right place.
Since he came to this legion, there have been many things to learn, strange language, strange time, strange environment, and those bugs who took advantage of their low status and hid in the dark to laugh at him.
Oh.
Those arrogant guys.
Mortarion had seen the portraits of those he called his brothers, and they were nothing more than gold, gold thread, jewels carved from jewels to show off their status, and glittering gems.
They were all kings, princes, and lords, except Mortarion.
Of course he knew how those people mocked him in their hearts.
A Primarch who doesn't look like the Emperor's son at all
A dirty redneck from an agricultural planet with mud on his hands
Do they think Mortarion can't hear? Do they think Mortarion can't see
Those rubbish who are smug about arriving early.
Of course he would shut them up.
In the first four months of Mortarion's service in the Legion, he slept only one hour a week, studying, studying, and absorbing everything eagerly.
Mortarion was growing rapidly, the faster the better, the faster the better. He was desperately squeezing out his potential. It was painful, but it was also simple. This was what he did when he was under Knakre.
He didn't want the Babarus to be looked at in that way, no, no, not with pity, not with contempt.
They were the liberators of their planet, the warriors who had overthrown the tyrants with their own hands, not these fools who had been chosen simply because of luck.
Mortarion only allowed himself to leave his study state briefly once afterwards. Hades woke up and he had to go and see him. After all, it was Hades who helped him kill the last tyrant on Barbarus.
But after that, he plunged into studying crazily again.
But today, Karastyphon came over and suggested that Mortarion come out and see what his Barbarus warriors do during their free time.
It had indeed been a long time since he had visited his people, his soldiers, and his arms.
Mortarion agreed.
Happy reading (≧▽≦)
(End of this chapter)