If you only look at the appearance, the dirty coat is full of dust, the blond hair is messy, and there are patches on the clothes. This is a bad alcoholic who can be found in any bar.
However, when he stood there, yawning and picking his ears, there was no image at all, but it gave a sense of distance that could not be traversed. It had been three minutes, and no one of the witnesses dared to take a step. .
Everyone instinctively got a warning. Maybe he looks safe now, but as long as he takes a step forward, he will be attacked and cut in two.
"The worst opponent, Carlo... No, Sword Saint Roland!"
Patton called out the name from the gap between his teeth, but what followed was a fighting spirit of the sky. Perhaps this person was indeed the teacher who taught him his sword skills, but he had been unhappy with him for a long time. Maybe this is what he could do. Get revenge on Xue Hen... a chance to defeat him.
The eyes of the future God of War were bloodshot, and he unabashedly released his killing intent. Maybe the blockage of the road ahead was a hindrance for others, but for him, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to challenge himself.
"... Come on, let's go together, I plan to go back to rest soon."
When he was talking gossip, he didn't even open his eyes to look at himself, and the emotion of contempt conveyed the full ten.
"I don't know how strong it is to imitate, but the essence of this lack of pumping, but the imitation is real!"
Barton took the lead without hesitation, and as soon as he made the shot, he spun in place and turned into a storm of blades again.
He knows that facing this person, even if it's just a projection, he can't be slack at all, and the shot is a trick.
"Isn't Carlo a mage? Isn't this thing copied the strongest warrior in Barton's memory, why does he appear?"
How could the mercenary who came with him not know this person, a drinking partner who drinks and brags together, although he has suddenly revealed his identity as a necromancer recently, he seems to have a high status, although he does not know why his clone appeared here, But no one thought Barton would lose.
After all, according to common sense, people's energy is limited, and Carlo's voice is very young, and he is not a long-lived species. It is rare to be able to make achievements on one hand. Don't think about double cultivation. Old Barton has been immersed in martial arts for at least thirty years.
"Perhaps, something went wrong. Didn't Old Barton always worry about his daughter being abducted by Carlo. In a sense, the son-in-law is indeed the strongest opponent of the father-in-law controlled by each daughter. Well, and always An adversary who will one day be defeated."
Some people are talking sarcastic words, while others are full of shock or worry. Anyone who really knows that person knows how worrying it will be when that person appears in the opponent's camp.
At this time, Timurett stopped even the calculations that he had been doing, looked at the situation in front of him with a worried face, and asked Katerina.
"It shouldn't be possible for this spirit creature to be completely imitated, right? Is there an upper limit or limit?"
"It turned out to be a facility for martial artists to practice martial arts. Artificial spiritual creatures can't control elements. It is impossible for him to use magic. This should be considered a limit. There is also an upper limit. This equipment has limited capabilities, and can only simulate legendary level at most. However, the martial arts data can extract the memory of the target's mind, and can also supplement the essential records from the spiritual world, which is almost a complete simulation... In fact, it doesn't matter, how can an ordinary legend be the opponent of the father who is a swordsman! Luo Ta, is a sick seedling."
Katerina is very confident in her father, especially because Carlo is poor and weak, and her strength is not as good as hers. Even a little bit of hard work will make her cry a lot.
Martial arts must be based on the body. In the final analysis, martial arts is a technique to strengthen the body and use the body. Due to natural differences, goblins can’t beat giants with a wrench no matter how much they practice. Then, the body simulated by Carlo, who is already fragile. The conditions are certainly not enough to pose a threat to the father.
Pre-war calculations are always good, and the simulation ability of this martial arts field has both limits and upper limits, as well as an inevitable energy upper limit. It should have been a good thing, but the more Katerina said, the more bitter melon Timurette became. He lost his face, and inferred from the information he had just learned, he no longer had expectations for a breakthrough.
"... It seems that there is no other way than to consume the energy of the spirit creatures."
"No way, Carlo is very weak..."
Before the words fell, Barton, who had high hopes, flew over directly.
"Boom!"
The floor tiles were directly smashed open, the bald man's head was wounded, the tiger's mouth was broken, and the injuries were serious, while his opponent was still standing there with a wooden stick, his eyes closed as if he was about to fall asleep.
"How did you do it?"
In the eyes of everyone, Barton had an overwhelming advantage and initiative in the battle. Roland, the spirit body, just kept retreating, and the whirlwind of the blade was about to tear it apart, but the next moment, Barton flew back.
In Timoret's recorder, the scene just now was replayed, but there was still no gain. Finally, after slowing down dozens of times, he saw it clearly.
"Seeing all the opponent's movements in the high-speed rotation, inducing others to swing their swords to dig a pit, and then inducing the opponent to step into his own pit, just move the position to induce the opponent to self-destruct, the gap between combat skills and experience is too much. Obviously... but since you have seen through it, it is not enough to just wave your sword to stop it, why is it so troublesome, seeing that this spiritual avatar not only inherits that person's combat experience, but also inherits that person's distorted character."
He was slandering that person's strange character in his heart, but Timurette's face was full of seriousness. Seeing that the chance of victory was right in front of him, he was stopped here, which naturally made people very uncomfortable.
"Probably the worst adversary we've ever faced."
"Father is obviously a Juggernaut, doesn't it mean that Juggernaut has the ability to leapfrog challenge among warriors?"
Katarina is not proficient in martial arts, but she is able to compare data and data. In her memory as a bar girl, there are many legendary stories of juggernauts defeating the strong.
"Juggernaut? Oh, the one standing opposite may be Ashe's strongest swordsman in the past three hundred years."
The helpless Timirett did not exaggerate. With the establishment of the underworld, a lot of information has been declassified within the Gentlemen's League, and even he was shocked by someone's inhuman past experience.
"Have you heard of the Red Lotus Sword Saint Adam? Well, the one who is regarded as the strongest Sword Saint in the contemporary era is also a strong contender for the strongest human being..."
Saying this, and seeing that everyone was staring at him, Timilet paused, worried about speaking out to damage morale, but also worried that if he didn't say it clearly, someone would go up to provoke stupidly, and finally made up his mind before continuing.
"... The mentor of the Red Lotus Sword Saint is the person in front of him. He taught the strongest Sword Saint in the contemporary era. Since that clone has reproduced his bad character and swordsmanship, who can beat him in terms of swordsmanship? ."
Now, let alone the mercenaries, Barton was dumbfounded just now. He didn't know that he had such a famous senior brother, let alone that sloppy "young man" was so "brilliant" 's past.
"It is said that he practiced swordsmanship for a year and became a swordsman. His talent in swordsmanship is so high that he can imitate other people's swordsmanship by reading it twice. He knows more than 20 types of swordsmanship and most conventional swordsmanship, and even taught them with his apprentices. Three Sword Saints, are you sure you can deal with such an existence?"
Well, as soon as those words fell, the scene suddenly became cold.
"You guys, let's go together."
The same words, different reactions, since he showed amazing strength, this time, no one dared to refute this man who looked up and pretended to be a thinker while wearing a gray and white cloak.
"...Even imitating that character, it's just... No, completely imitating! Ha, we have hope! That Winston over there, um, it's you, show the dignity of a legendary mercenary, and challenge, yes, just You go alone."
"We don't need you to win, you just try to lose the opponent with a big move, and it's enough to consume the opponent's physical strength."
While making the deployment, the instrument in the corner of Timurette's eye has already given the measurement result.
"Combat power... A scumbag whose strength, agility, and stamina are all less than five, and he is so good at pretending, he almost bluffed us."
Yes, since it is a replica of the real Roland, it naturally replicates Roland's poor and weak state at this time. Even if he can defeat his opponent with the advantages of experience and skills, his extremely weak physical condition cannot bear much consumption. , instead of defeating him head-on, it is better to use the wheel battle to exhaust his physical strength.
The physical strength and energy of psionic creatures and elemental creatures are the same thing. As long as they are exhausted, they will naturally disappear.
But Winston, who had high hopes, did not hold on for half a minute, and was sent out by a sword qi that just flew over his head and just cut through his helmet.
"Throw the sword qi casually? The sword qi also requires physical expenditure. Don't go together, this will give him the opportunity to borrow strength and create chaos. We come one by one. Since it is training equipment, there must be some who can't kill people. Restrictions! Maybe there are restrictions on not being able to actively attack and leave this area."
Well, all the weaknesses have been guessed. This time, it was Roland's turn to show a helpless smile.
But before the next fighter could implement this shameless plan, the injured old Patton rushed out first, and he did not intend to give up this rare opportunity to challenge.
"You all step back, this is my personal challenge!"
"The courage is commendable, and the efforts to seize the opportunity to improve yourself are also commendable, but... As a commander, I am completely unqualified."
While slandering in his heart, Timurett shouted cheer up, although Patton's answer sheet just gave him a lot of points deducted in the examiner's impression, but now that someone is willing to be cannon fodder to consume the physical strength of the spirit body swordsman, Why not do it.