The sword in the lake that was said to be shining brightly and illuminating the world with its unique light, only emitted a dark glow and a low hum in Arthur's hand.
There was also a strange halo at the wrist of Arthur's hand holding the sword, as if suppressing this sword with divine power.
Despite this, every swing of the two swords in Arthur's hands took away a life.
This was a massacre of the players present.
All the contestants who managed to escape with a lucky hope could not avoid Arthur's fatal sword wheel.
Seeing this, Jobtran shouted,
"ID cards! Crush your ID cards!"
Many contestants seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and remembered that they still had a way to exit the stage using their ID cards. They crushed their ID cards one after another, but the expected ray of light for teleportation did not appear.
"Do you think I will let you walk out alive now?"
Arthur smiled evilly, and the spots of blood on his handsome face highlighted his sinister and dark nature.
An invisible but perceptible light screen lit up on the belt around Arthur's waist.
"I have studied for a long time and finally found the frequency to shield the transmission. Now, you are all lambs waiting to be served at the table.
Tremble, cry, for my tolerance awaits you."
Several thoughts flashed through Jobtran's mind, and he noticed a very strange suspicion:
"Why doesn't Arthur let these people leave?"
But soon, Jobtran understood Arthur's intention.
Every time Arthur took a life, the halo on his hand became brighter, and the sound of the sword in the lake became weaker.
It is obvious that Arthur is using the current contestants as living sacrifices to suppress and even pollute the sword spirit in the sword in the lake.
After realizing this, Joet Brown shouted,
"Demiel, Bas, take the contestants and run, away from Arthur!"
Demir and Bass looked at each other, without questioning, and took action immediately.
What they need to do is very simple, which is to run with these panicked burdens, the faster the better.
So, the two of them, one leading the way in front and the other driving behind.
The contestants did not recognize Joet Brown at this time, but they recognized DeMille and Bass who were on the list.
With a shout from their arms, the two men gathered the scattered crowd and led them like a flock of sheep.
Arthur naturally saw through Joe Butler's tricks, so how could he let Joe Butler succeed so easily
He raised his sword and swung it in the air, drawing a circle with black light. Then a set of shining armor appeared from the void and enveloped Arthur.
The design of the armor is like a giant wolf standing in human form, full of power. At the same time, on the gilded surface are gorgeous patterns and knife marks left in the past. ①
After putting on the armor, Arthur's movements did not become slow, but rather much lighter.
As he ran, the light from his eyes left a faint blue trail on the spot.
At the same time, Joet Brown threw away the weight on his body and took off the heavy and cumbersome protective clothing.
Under the protective clothing are pieces of iron that stick tightly to the body.
Demir saw this scene and cursed in his heart.
“This kid has a backup plan!
What a pervert!"
The total weight of these iron blocks exceeds two hundred kilograms, which is equivalent to the weight of two adults.
Joet Brown had been carrying these iron blocks on his back to strengthen his physique.
This is one of Joet Brown's back-up plans, which is the physical fitness after long-term training.
Arthur is fast, but Jobtran is faster!
Just as Arthur was about to run in front of the crowd, Joet Brown had just taken off all his weights.
As Arthur proudly swung his sword, ready to kill, Bass, who was at the back of the group, raised his shield, ready to block.
Time seemed to stop suddenly, and Jobtran appeared in front of Bass out of nowhere and kicked the surface of the shield raised by Bass!
Bass felt the huge force coming from the shield and almost couldn't stand and fell backwards. The team leader Demir saw the situation and rushed behind Bass and supported his body as he fell back.
"Oh my goodness, is this the speed a human should be running at?"
Demir glanced at Jobtran, who threw Arthur away and took the battle several dozen meters away.
Joet Brown put away the white ivory which was of little use at the moment, held the Yama Sword in his right hand, and held the ebony wood which was charging with power in his left hand.
The Yama Sword in his right hand accurately blocked Arthur's lightning-fast slash, but the recoil from the blade still caused pain in Joet Brown's palm.
"Job Brown, Joe Brown, you really didn't disappoint me."
Arthur's muffled voice came out from under the wolf-head-like mask, but the swords in Arthur's hands did not stop moving.
The dazzling sword light on the sword is like a never-ending light wheel when it is swung at high speed, or like a high-speed rotating windmill, which is deadly but extremely beautiful.
This exquisite swordsmanship is the result of Arthur's many years of accumulation, the result of killing his swordsmanship instructor with his own hands, and the pride that has been hidden and never used.
The current opponent, Joet Brown, is worthy of Arthur's full effort and he should chop him into pieces with his sharp sword!
Jobtran said nothing, but his red eyes were fixed on Arthur's movements, trying to catch any flaw Arthur exposed, and then deliver a fatal blow with the ebony wood.
The clash of their swords formed a messy piano piece, as noisy as countless blacksmiths hammering iron in different rhythms in a small room at the same time.
The intersection of sword light and blade edge is like a dance that the Spanish love, performing a passionate tango.
Tango is an on-and-off dance between two dancers, but even if it’s done wrong, it’s still just a dance.
A mistake now would be a fatal blow.
"We're almost done warming up, how about some appetizers?"
Joet Brown suddenly spoke and said something that made Arthur even more excited.
"Oh, so you're not serious yet?"
Arthur's eyes sparkled as he looked forward to the performance that Joet Brown was about to bring.
“Weakness technique!
Slow down technique!
Gravity magic!
Mage's Hand!
Binding technique!
Freezing magic!
Earth wall technique!
Ground thorn technique!
Space oppression technique!"
Joet Brown sheathed his sword, pointed his right hand at Arthur, and at the same time cast nine spells in succession using the technique of rapid chanting.
Arthur did not dodge, but stood where he was and let the light from the spells act on him.
"Oh, it seems you have learned a lot from the torrent of spells from that old man Merlin.
But if that's all, you've disappointed me so much.
Tsk."
Arthur first praised Joet Brown's spell chain in a flat tone, but ended with a sneer, as if he looked down on Joet Brown's shocking operation at all.
"Did you think I was done?"
Joet Brown raised his head and gave a look to Arthur, whose expression was completely hidden behind his mask.
"Then you are wrong, absolutely wrong. This is just the beginning."
Arthur ignored Joet Brown's ridicule and just gently waved the sword in the lake in his hand. All the magic aura and strange visions that descended upon him melted away like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun.
"You are just wasting your mana. When your mana is exhausted, will you still have the strength to swing the sword?"
"We'll see."
"As you wish. But I'd like to inform you that the armor I'm wearing grants me permanent spell immunity."
"Oh, then you are dead."
"You can do it, Joe Butran, my sweetheart."
Joet Brown didn't say any more nonsense. Instead, he focused and concentrated on doing what he wanted to do.
Arthur just stood there bored, even yawning, not taking Jobtran seriously at all.
"Your arrogance will be the epitaph on your grave."
Joet Brown closed his eyes, stretched out his right hand and made a virtual clench, and then more magic lights lit up one by one.
“In this world, there is no absolute immunity to spells, nor is there an absolute limit.
Only human ignorance and so-called pride."
The countless magical lights were enough to make it impossible for people to look directly at this torrent of magic that was as dazzling as the sun, but during this period, Jobtran suddenly opened his eyes.
Hundreds of spells hit Arthur's body at the same time the moment he opened his eyes, and Arthur also felt a strong sense of crisis when Joet Brown opened his eyes.
"What kind of spell is this?!
No! You are playing me!"
Arthur thought to himself as he forcibly moved his body away and instinctively looked into Joet Brown's eyes, trying to see clearly what he would do next.
This subconscious action gave Jobtran the upper hand.
All the spells were just smoke bombs to cover his eyes.
The real intention was to force Arthur's spirit into the darkness of his own soul.
——
There was endless darkness, extreme cold and scorching heat, but Arthur looked calm in the midst of it all.
"What? Not just filth?"
He sneered, and then the same filthy and evil wind ignited on his body.
That wind, with its whistling sounds, ruthlessly took away the darkness, the warmth, and the filth left behind by the moon god Kongs in this space.
Jobtran, who was manipulating all this, was shocked. You know, this damn filth was something that even big men like Merlin and Jack couldn't solve.
And this gust of wind gave Jobtran an extremely familiar feeling.
This is not caused by magic, nor is it generated by the rotation of air currents in nature.
This gust of wind is just wind.
Whether it is a breeze, a strong wind, a typhoon, or even a tornado, it's just part of it.
The wind in front of you is the source of all winds.
But this gust of wind was something that Joet Brown could not understand, but at the same time it was extremely familiar to him.
"Hasta!"
The title of the Yellow King came to mind, but this was not the time to dwell on such details, because Jobtran had more important things to do.
——
In reality, DeMille watched from afar as Arthur lay motionless after dodging, while Joet Brown walked towards Arthur step by step.
Joet Brown aimed the ebony that had been charged for a long time at Arthur.
Specifically, it was aimed at Arthur's hand holding the sword in the lake.
The energy gathered at the ebony muzzle, forming a scarlet bullet with a hint of black.
As the demon roared, bullets flew out and hit the armored arm.
Waves of colorful light, like those on soap bubbles, appeared on the armor, slowly resisting and dissolving the impact of the energy bullet.
Ebony and white ivory are arguably some of the best weapons in the world.
In front of this spell-immune armor, the bullets shot by Ebony cannot be easily immune.
Waves of residual force were transmitted to the inside of the armor, but Arthur himself could not feel the hot penetration.
Arthur was never Ebony's target, but the halo on Arthur's wrist was!
That halo suppressed the self-aware sword in the lake from beginning to end, and the sword in the lake had been resisting.
It’s just that the power of the sword in the lake was corroded too much, and others did not notice this change.
Kings are supposed to be tolerant and love their people deeply.
Arthur's twisted and dark heart makes the Sword in the Lake disrespect him, which also means that as long as the oppression of the Sword in the Lake is resolved, the Sword in the Lake will not be used by Arthur.
Although Arthur's sword is powerful and a magic weapon carefully crafted by craftsmen, it is one level lower than the Yama Blade in grade.
During the previous sword-fight, Jobtran was keenly aware of this difference.
Every time he took the initiative to swing his sword, Arthur raised the sword in the lake to block.
When Arthur took the initiative to stab with his sword and Joet Brown wanted to block with the cutting blade of the Yama Knife, Arthur would always draw his sword and change his action, using the Sword of the Lake to counter the blade of the Yama Knife.
Undoubtedly, Arthur's swordsmanship is very superb, and his equipment can be said to be luxurious, but the magical weapon, the Sword in the Lake, will be the key to Arthur's defeat.
The halo on Arthur's wrist was originally transformed from the ring he was wearing. Although the material was precious, it could not resist the power of ebony.
Cracks appeared on the halo, but Arthur had already woken up at this time. It only took him three breaths of time to be mentally contaminated by Joet Brown.
The filth in Joet Brown's soul was cleared away by the wind, just like a bone scraper scraping off a layer of it on his hand.
He had a splitting headache, his mind was blurry, and even his body was somewhat out of control.
"What did you do?!"
Arthur noticed the crack on the bracelet and immediately roared.
Because of the tearing of his soul, Jobtran half-knelt on the ground, and raised his head with difficulty to look at Arthur.
"Your sword doesn't work anymore."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword in the lake in Arthur's hand glowed.
It was a blazing white light, the complete opposite of the dark and evil light from before.
The halo on Arthur's hand shattered, turned back into the shape of a ring, and fell to the ground.
The ring, stripped of all its potency, was reduced to slag, all its priceless gems and metals now worthless dust.
The blazing white light, like the flames of the sun, burned from the sword body to the hilt, the divine weapon that Arthur was trying hard to grasp and master.
This is the counterattack of the Sword in the Lake!
It does not allow evil people to control itself, not even the descendants who inherit the name of Arthur!
"Ahh! Stop it!!!"
Arthur roared, and the wind patterns that Jobtran saw in his soul appeared on his body.
That suit of armor, the armor that Arthur was so proud of, was resisting the wind from Arthur's body.
“Legend has it that the scabbard of the Sword in the Lake was lost, and you found it.
Now, you lose to it."
Although Jobartron was in pain, he still managed a smile.
"Sword in the Lake, let's go."