Endurance, duel cage.
Now.
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The bright white light hit the duel cage, casting a hazy white halo in the dark duel hall.
Two people stood on the stage, ready.
The sickle and the long sword are opposite each other.
“Buzz—”
Domingo, the veteran from Terra, thrust forward with his long sword, and the merciless sword light struck Hazniel directly on the stage.
Haznier raised his sickle to defend, but as if he had already predicted Haznier's next move, Domingo suddenly accelerated and broke through Haznier's side. The knife flashed, and in just a moment, red blood appeared on Haznier's arms and neck!
It's just a fight!
If Domingo had a fully sharpened sword, Haznier would probably not be able to stand on the duel stage like he is now.
The winner is decided!
Haznier glanced at the veteran Domingo with resentment and resentment, but the burning scratches on his shoulders and neck reminded him like chains that he had already been defeated.
He jumped off the stage in silence.
On the stage, Domingo stood there like a rock, with no intention of leaving.
On the side of the Barbarus people below the stage, some were silent, some were dissatisfied, and there was a crowd of people, some chaos and noise, but no one dared to go on stage for a duel.
Haznier is usually among the top three winners in the duel cage. These people in the audience have been defeated by Haznier to some extent and know that they are inferior to him.
But Vox, the only one left who could defeat Haznier, suddenly disappeared. He used to watch the fights in the duel cage, but for some reason he was not here.
The Terra veterans remained silent. Even though some of them did not approve of Domingo's behavior, all they could do now was to wait.
The Primarch's tall body remained motionless, like a dry bone, surrounded by smoke, and the smell of poison quietly pierced everyone's nostrils.
The face covered by the hood, gas mask, and smoke made it impossible to see the Primarch's current mood.
Mortarion was waiting too.
The atmosphere was somewhat tense. The slight commotion that had just arisen among the crowd in Barbarus gradually died down, and silence once again enveloped the entire hall.
Veteran Domingo stood proudly and silently on the stage, like a stone knight guarding a treasure, waiting for the challenger who came without permission.
The sound of footsteps broke the silence.
Karastiphon walked out slowly and silently onto the stage. He glanced at the weapon rack and pulled out the sickle that the first two Barbarus had used.
Typhon walked to Domingo's position, raised his sickle, and got into position.
Veteran Domingo also raised his sword again and looked calmly at Typhon opposite him.
The Primarch remained motionless.
“Buzz—”
The duel begins!
Domingo continued with his previous strategy, thrusting with the same sword, trying to defeat the ignorant recruit in the shortest possible time.
He was not afraid at all that Carastiphon would break down his moves based on the ideas from the previous battle. Most duels on the battlefield were often a crushing battle of strength and speed, and combat skills were reserved for enemies who were evenly matched!
Unless these recruits are extremely talented, as their transformation surgery has not yet completed a full Terran year, they cannot compare to these battle-hardened veterans with their current training intensity.
However, there was no fear or contempt on Carastiphon's face. He directly used his sickle to block the long sword's thrust, and then increased his speed to block Domingo's second attack.
The whole process went smoothly, unlike the two recruits just now!
This is a roadblock that came out halfway -
But this does not affect the outcome of this battle at all!
Domingo did not retreat. Instead, he used the momentum of his sprint to engage in a close fight with Calastiphon. His long sword tried to pierce through Calastiphon's defense as flexibly as a serpent.
In contrast, the long and wide attack range of the sickle instantly became pale and powerless. The sickle, which was not suitable for close-range defense, could not play its best effect at all. Carastiphon could only use the sickle to continuously block Domingo's attacks, and the sickle seemed increasingly cumbersome under the thrust of the long sword.
Carastiphon tried to create some distance, but Domingo didn't give him the chance at all. He kept clinging to Carastiphon and didn't give him the chance to withdraw or attack again.
Compared to the Terra veteran Collina, Domingo seemed more aggressive, and his fierce aura oppressed the new recruits on the opposite side!
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that if this attack continued for a few more moments, Karastiphon would definitely be the loser!
But Carastiphon did not seem panicked, and still struggled to hold the sickle to block Domingo's attack.
Oh, you arrogant little brat.
Domingo remained calm and continued to maintain the rhythm of his attack, and his already fast attack speed was still slowly increasing.
Finally, there is a flaw!
Domingo swung his sword down, then turned it back and hooked it, giving up his own defense, and the tip of the sword went straight to the position of Carastiphon's heart!
As the two sides dueled to the extreme, time seemed to slow down. Domingo clearly saw the cold light flashing slowly on the sword, and -
An imperceptible frost suddenly appeared on the sword!!!
What?!!!
Domingo's eyes suddenly narrowed, and his veteran's instinct made him want to subconsciously return to defense, but it was too late, and the stabbing sword could not be easily retracted.
Domingo felt the pressure around him suddenly surge! His movements also froze, and he looked up at Carastiphon opposite him. The recruit had an imperceptible smile on his face.
This guy is a psychic!!!
Although Domingo adjusted his posture immediately, in a fierce battle, a short moment is enough to decide life and death. Carastiphon immediately seized Domingo's weakness and chopped the sickle from under his body, dodging his arms and drilling into Domingo's chest.
The winner is decided!
The moment the tip of Carastiphon's sickle touched Domingo, both sides stopped moving.
Domingo's sword was still an inch away from Callas, but Callas's sickle actually touched Domingo's chest.
The unpleasant chill quickly faded away, and it seemed that except for the two people on the field, the rest of the spectators were unaware of the spiritual energy fluctuations just now.
Domingo's pupils trembled, and he wanted to open his mouth to say something, but when he looked up at the face of Carastiphon—
There was no trace of relief or joy on that face, but instead an expression of seriousness and respect!
This guy is very good at disguising himself!
Wait, the moves used by this new recruit just now are very similar to those used by the Death Guard Librarian? !
How could that be
Domingo felt quite puzzled, but on the duel stage, his defeat was already a foregone conclusion. He was too embarrassed to stay any longer, so he had to jump off the stage and hide in the crowd.
There was a commotion among the Terra crowd.
Carastiphon stood there, and unlike the previous ones, he did not seem to intend to continue fighting. Instead, he turned and walked towards the weapons table.
Seeing this victory, Barbaros cheered again.
The Primarch continued to remain motionless, but the incense burner on Mortarion's body gently bumped against each other, and the crisp but weak sound was quickly drowned out by the noise of the crowd.
Callas, oh Callas, my friend, is this what you wanted
Happy reading
(End of this chapter)