Facing the persistent attack of the mercenary man, Benjamin shook his head helplessly.
What a hothead.
There was no other way, the sword was swung in front of him again, he could only control the water vapor, use them to slightly slow down the opponent's swing of the sword, push himself, and dodge again, dodging the blow like a shadow. .
With a clang, the mercenary's sword fell into the air and hit the ground. But at this moment, Benjamin had already flashed to a completely different position.
The audience's jaw almost dropped when they saw it.
"The master's skills are actually so powerful?" Will huddled among the crowd of onlookers. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but take a deep breath and said to himself.
Obviously, even though he knew that Benjamin was a mage, he did not see any trace of magic in this beautiful dodge.
Even Will, the insider, couldn't figure it out, let alone the other viewers.
It was as if they had seen a monster.
Originally, this kind of look wrapped in a cloak was rare here. Everyone is here to fight to the death. No matter who fights whom, in the end they will be covered in wounds? It is better to wear a suit of armor honestly. This is the wisest choice.
Coupled with the fact that Benjamin is not a strong figure, the audience just thinks that he is an ignorant, stupid boy who is full of pretentiousness and wants to pretend to be a ghost even if he doesn't even care about his life.
However, after those two moments just now, Benjamin really became mysterious in their eyes.
In their opinion, the skills of this cloaked weirdo were simply too weird to be true. Every time he moved, there was a sudden change from extremely slow to extremely fast, making it difficult for their eyes to keep up with the rhythm. Because of this, they couldn't even see clearly how Benjamin moved. They just saw him swaying strangely and then passing the blow.
Is this... an action that humans can do
After much deliberation, most viewers still attributed the problem to the potion. But even so, their expressions were still very stunned.
There are people who drink magic potions to compete in the ring, but most of those who can stand on it are poor and desperate people. How can you have enough money to buy good magic potions
Besides, potions don’t mean everything. It only improves people's physical quality, but how to control the improved body is a very deep knowledge. It's not like giving someone a bottle of master-level magic potion and that person will become an invincible master. How could it be such a whimsical thing
Because of this, they even began to think that this cloaked weirdo was some kind of master assassin who had never been born before. For some reason, he came to play with the children in their arena.
In short, many people have expressed regret on their faces.
"Damn it, some banker must have invited us to eat small fish like us." A spectator looked at the contrasting betting areas and almost regretted it. "Why didn't I try to bet on his side?" Where’s the bet?”
Regardless, the bet has been made. Most of the audience could only look at the two people on the stage with mixed emotions, and even the fanatical shouts from before were much quieter.
On stage, the battle continues.
The mercenary man also realized that something was wrong, but he had already stood up and drank a bottle of violent potion beforehand, which meant that he had no way out and could only fight hard.
The first two missed shots gave him a very bad feeling. If it were normal, he would adjust his condition and find another opportunity. But now, the violent potion made him feel dizzy, and the blood all over his body was hot. He felt that he was unable to think, but this feeling of being out of control made him extremely excited.
Therefore, he chose to continue attacking without thinking, using a crazy offensive to try to redeem his poor touch.
The third sword, the fourth sword... He didn't know how many swords he had swung, and he even forgot why he was standing on this stage. But every time he swung the sword with all his strength, it could only fly through the air. The feeling of the sword missing was really uncomfortable.
However, the more uncomfortable he became, the fiercer he roared and the more frantically he swung his sword.
With one sword strike after another, he felt his blood getting hotter and hotter, and every pore was filled with an unparalleled sense of confidence, but in his mind it became colder and colder, and more and more empty.
He didn't know how much time had passed.
Gradually, he even had a very strange feeling. When he swung the sword, it felt so heavy, as if he was splitting a piece of sea water with the sword. The steps he took became more and more laborious, as if he was walking on a torturous snowfield.
But...he obviously drank the magic potion, why did he feel like he was slowly exhausted
In his own opinion, he felt that he had taken fake medicine. In the eyes of the audience, he became less and less confident as he fought, and even lost the will to wield the sword.
In Benjamin's view, everything was very simple. He gradually increased the resistance of the water vapor to the mercenary man, making the opponent's movements seem a little slower than the last time every time he launched an attack.
As a result, his dodge became more and more calm in the process.
In fact, he only swung his sword more than ten times, but his opponent's speed had been slowed down by half under his silent control. In addition, Benjamin has gradually adapted to the cooperation with water vapor, and the timing is almost the same. He can attack without having to dodge blindly.
Therefore, after dodging the mercenary's next sword, he walked around behind his opponent, held the sword in both hands, and struck out with one strike!
There was a muffled sound.
The various shouts coming from the crowd also stopped at this moment.
Deathly silence.
I saw that the rusty sword in Benjamin's hand had penetrated the chest of the mercenary man. The tip of the sword, with blood on it, came out from the mercenary man's heart, paused for a while, and then slowly took it back.
The big mercenary man could no longer move at this moment.
That body as strong as a mountain slowly fell down after Benjamin put away his sword, adding a new mark to the bloody arena.
he died.
Everyone looked at the scene on the ring with astonished expressions.
The buzz of discussion gradually started to spread again after the soft sound of falling to the ground.
"Hey... did you see it?"
"Good, fast action."
"I won! I actually won! I just thought the odds were high, so I bet a little..."
Benjamin, on the other hand, dragged the sword, turned around, and walked off the ring without saying a word. The spectators surrounding him stepped aside one after another and stared at the guy wearing a mask and cloak with a slightly frightened look.
They didn't look back until Benjamin was far away. Afterwards, most people showed expressions of regret and annoyance, while a very small number of people looked at the betting area and shouted with joy.
Will in the crowd also trembled. He originally planned to sneak away, but when he looked at Benjamin's back, he suddenly took a deep breath and followed him.
"S-Sir." He trotted over and said cautiously, "You are really awesome!"
Benjamin didn't answer.
Since someone was always paying attention to him, he shook Will off and pretended not to recognize him. He didn't even say a word until he returned to the lounge.
It was only when he returned to the room where he was alone that he breathed a sigh of relief, threw away the long sword in his hand, rubbed his sore arms, and showed a helpless smile.
There was no way, it wasn't that he was trying to be cool, it was just that he was a little embarrassed in the final situation.
Although there is the help of water vapor, the sword that ends the opponent is not as easy as it looks. The mercenary wore thick leather armor, and his body was extremely strong. Benjamin had no natural supernatural power. When the tip of the sword penetrated, he felt pain in the bones of his hand, and he almost couldn't hold the sword.
But at that time, he would definitely not put away his sword. Therefore, the power of the water vapor, coupled with the strength he exerted through gritted teeth, finally allowed the sword to penetrate the chest of the mercenary man, ending the battle.
After the battle, his arms were so sore that he couldn't use much strength. Therefore, he had no choice but to put on this appearance and return to the lounge coldly and quickly.
Before the staff came to find him, he used his mind to summon a healing water ball to heal his hands, and then slowly took off his mask.
At this time, the staff member also opened the door and walked in slowly with a smile that was half flattering and half frightened.