Chapter 483: Outsmarting
Talos held a sword in one hand, but when passing by a certain warrior, he conveniently took a power ax from the opponent's waist.
With sword in one hand and ax in the other, Talos's stance surprised his duelists.
"It seems you plan to do this."
Nodding, Ulminsk also drew the second sword.
This is how the duel began.
Ulminsk adhered to the concept of always striking first, and launched the fastest and fiercest assault at the beginning, causing Talos to retreat continuously for a while.
Bang——!
Ten seconds later, Talos crossed his two weapons to block the opponent's chop for the third time.
After that, he used his ax to block the opponent's left-hand sword aside, and then used his own sword to deliver another futile blow against Ulminsk's thick armor.
But the opponent was very flexible, and with a twist he removed the force of the sword, allowing the blade to slide away from the ceramic steel layer, leaving nothing but a scratch.
Talos cursed, and just as he was about to pursue him, the opponent's sword had already shot out from the side.
He could only retreat, but Ulminsk suddenly kicked out, causing a crack in his chest and making him almost fall down as if struck by lightning.
Before he could take a breath, the power armor flashing with deadly lightning had already struck, crackling as the energy was released into the air.
Taros wielded both weapons and slammed the opponent's sword, lowering it.
The colliding energy positions roared with sparks of anger. When Ulminsk raised his left sword high and prepared to penetrate Talos' helmet, the battle ax suddenly swung upwards and jammed the opponent's sword hilt.
Taros's intentions were finally realized.
The Night Lord pulled the ax backwards and snatched the sword away from the grasp of the swordsman of the Third Legion.
The two backed away again.
Talos still wielded the two weapons, stepping on the sword that fell on the ground with one foot, while Ulminsk held the sword with both hands.
"You've done well, Think Tank, but that's it for now"
"I kind of think I'm going to win."
The Prophet smiled behind his visor.
“What do you think?”
The two warriors began to circle around each other, both looking for an opportunity in their opponent, a weakness that could be exploited.
Suddenly, Ulminsk swung his sword, drew an arc, and attacked downwards.
Talos deflected the sword and immediately launched a counterattack.
With the instantaneous alternation of attack and defense, both sides of the battle are testing the physical strength of their opponents.
This time, Talos rushed over and swung his ax at Ulminsk's lower wall, trying to catch him off guard.
The swordsman easily blocked the blow, then turned from defense to offense and slashed towards Talos' abdomen.
The prophet reluctantly took the move, but at the same time his body lost balance.
Ulminsk quickly caught on to this mistake and punched Talos' helmet with the metal gauntlet, knocking him to the ground.
But the swordsman did not pursue the victory. He stopped the attack and allowed Talos to stand up again.
Blood dripped from Talos's nose and slipped out of the grille.
“That’s all, swordsman.”
The two collided again, their weapons clashing, sword hilts and ax handles locked together.
Ulminsk pressed his body over and said to Talos with his face in his face.
"The words you just said are as stupid as you yourself."
The voice of the swordsman of the Third Legion was full of anger.
“You are so pathetic.”
Talos pushed Ulminsk away and swung his battle ax forward, but his opponent easily deflected the attack.
After that, Ulminsk launched a counterattack at a dizzying speed. Each attack was faster and more powerful than the last, and Talos could not tolerate a moment's delay.
The prophet began to retreat step by step. He was unable to parry the attack of the swordsmen of the third legion like a furious storm. "By the way, Faith Freddy and his recon team, how did you catch them?"
While the two warriors were fighting to the death, Huron suddenly He said to Soshyan across the duel, his tone was very relaxed, as if he already knew the result.
"The maliciousness of your move is really unique."
Knowing what "that move" the other party was referring to, Soshyan showed a mocking smile.
"Remember, among the methods I used against traitors like you, they are only the lightest of the bunch, Huron."
This time, the tone of the Black Heart King It no longer sounds pleasant.
“Really?”
"Yes, you will see it later."
On the field, Talos finally could no longer hold on. He lost his balance and fell to one knee. He could only barely resist another attack on him. A blow comes.
But his half-parrying posture only partially resisted the attack. When the swordsman's blade hit his forearm, the prophet roared in pain, and the stench from the burned flesh immediately penetrated the surrounding warriors. in the nostrils.
Although his arm was saved, Talos' power ax fell off
The last blow, the most violent blow, hit Talos and fell to the ground.
The swordsman then kicked the "think tank director" to the ground with a humiliating kick.
Taros almost dropped his sword, and when he stood up, he managed to strike back with an impromptu blow, but the swordsman blocked it easily.
Then Talos stepped back, retreating some distance away from his opponent.
“Can you be more cowardly, a lackey of the false emperor?”
Ulminsk has already begun to mentally plan how to torture his opponent in order to undermine the morale of the Astral Knights.
He felt victory, just like countless times in the past, but this time the opponent seemed a bit weak, not even worthy of taking the opponent's head as a trophy
"No matter how coward I am, at least I will not sacrifice myself. His asshole was betrayed to a tyrant, and everyone knows that Huron is a damn **! He only likes little boys and sissies!”
Talos’ words really angered Ulminsk this time.
He rushed towards Talos with a fatal charge, and the sword in his hand drew an arc that could not be caught by the naked eye.
“You bastard!”
But he didn't notice the cunning light in Talos's eyes.
The prophet has predicted his actions and knows that the swordsman will reveal a small flaw in his rage.
He used cowardly actions to cover up his next tactics. The moment the opponent pounced, he found the gap in his preview, bypassed the swordsman's angry blow, and pierced through left his unprotected flank.
“You————”
Ulminsk did not expect this at all. This sword made him completely lose his balance.
Talos launched a second thrust, spinning his sword into the belly of the fallen Third Legion warrior, silently enjoying the shock of the other warriors.
They no longer looked forward to their brother's victory, but watched him vomit his own blood all over the deck.
Ulminsk twitched and blood spurted out of his mouth. He used his last strength to turn around and looked at Talos with arrogant but desperate eyes.
“Why.”
As he said that, the swordsman fell to his knees first, and then threw himself forward.
Talos bent down and stared into his foe's eyes, imitating his final attack, a taunt that made the Red Corsairs roar low.
Huron's claws clenched even more tightly.
"You are too stupid and foolish, but I am very merciful. The traitor repent of your sins and curse the tyrant. You will be saved and I may not kill you."
"I don't regret anything!"
The swordsman said, coughing blood.
Talos grinned, lowered his sword, and harvested the head.
The team of Star Knights suddenly burst into enthusiastic cheers, and Huron's face turned livid.
(End of this chapter)