Chapter 107 Attacked

In his heart, Crown hoped that Del would be able to advance to the extraordinary level in one go, and he had great confidence in his advancement.

This is the first person in the camp to accept the trial. If he succeeds in one go, it will surely give more confidence to those who come after him.

Although he had been polluted, it was a blessing in disguise and his physical fitness became stronger. His will was very firm and even though he was severely eroded by pollution, he still did not completely lose his mind.

If he cannot advance to the extraordinary level, it will be even less likely for other trainees in the camp to advance.

Del was wearing a set of brown leather armor, which was dull and badly worn with the vicissitudes of time.

He didn't say anything, took the potion with both hands, and drank it with his head tilted back.

Clown saw that Del's face quickly turned deep red, his blue veins bulged slightly, his eyes began to turn red like a rabbit, and the veins on the back of his exposed hands were exposed like a twisted centipede.

The two men did not start fighting right away, but warmed up with each other for a while.

When Del's forehead was already covered with sweat, Crown pulled out an unsharpened two-handed heavy sword for training from the weapon rack with one hand and waved at the other party.

Del's weapons are two forging hammers. He said he is very comfortable with them and even asked Nick for advice on how to use the hammer.

He roared, rushed over, then lifted his feet off the ground, jumped high, and smashed down with his two hammers.

Damn, you are so arrogant. Do potions have such a big impact on people's sanity? You, an ordinary person, want to attack a second-level extraordinary person? ! Crown knew that many ingredients in potions would make the user fall into a state of excitement and madness, but he did not feel any obvious loss of sanity after taking the promotion potion.

The medicines they take are different, but the principles are the same.

Judging from Del's reaction, the potion's effect on sanity was greater than he had expected.

He vaguely understood in his heart that perhaps it was because of his long-term visualization of the Golden Light Spell that the component in the potion that affected the sanity was suppressed. At the same time, he did not fall into madness, but instead made it much more difficult for him to advance.

He took a half step forward and swung his heavy sword to meet Del's weapon.

"Boom!"

A dull crash was heard, and Del flew back again.

"Keep your feet on the ground and don't try these empty tricks. I will definitely dodge your attacks in the air," Crown pointed out the opponent's problem.

Del charged again and the two men fought.

Crown adjusted his state according to the opponent's strength and attack frequency, ensuring that he could put maximum pressure on him without crushing him.

He held the large two-handed heavy sword in one hand, and the weight of the sword seemed to have no effect on him as he flew it up and down, leaving his opponent with no power to defend himself.

Del's attack was completely suppressed. No matter how powerful his attack was, it was firmly caught by his opponent.

He knew in his heart how big the real gap between him and the other party was.

At this moment, instead of feeling retreat or powerlessness, his desire to fight became even stronger.

Because he saw how beautiful the scenery was on the road ahead.

If I had such strong power when attacked by wild beasts, I would definitely be able to protect my loved ones!

Del's eyes seemed to be burning with flames, and he attacked frantically like a madman.

Time passed, half an hour passed, his physical strength decreased a lot, and the rhythm of his attack slowed down.

Another ten minutes passed, and Del's physical strength was almost exhausted. The heavy sword hit his body many times, making him feel that his bones were about to fall apart. He felt that the weapon was as heavy as a mountain.

Breathing heavily, he did not stop his attack and moved forward bravely.

The redness in his eyes gradually faded away, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Klauen felt a weak airflow bursting out from Del's body, and the weapon in his hand was hit by the opponent. The unexpected force almost knocked his weapon away.

Some time ago, the opponent's attacks had actually begun to become weak, but now they have become more powerful than when the fight began.

He smiled, as if he saw a flower blooming from a bud right before his eyes.

Success, a feeling of joy rose from his heart, there was one more strong laborer in the camp!

Clown was about to call a halt to the fight, but he heard the other side howling wildly and rushing over.

Del's face was filled with excitement and confidence. He swung his hands alternately, and for a moment his opponent was beaten back step by step. It seemed that he would be driven out of the training ground.

Klauen chuckled and quickly took two steps back to avoid the opponent's strongest attack point. Then he immediately stepped forward and clenched the heavy sword with both hands.

"Bang!"

Del flew a beautiful arc from one end of the training ground to midfield, then rolled to the edge of the other end.

"Okay," he shouted, and his facial features suddenly distorted into something terrifying.

"Are you hungry?" Clown shouted, pointing to the restaurant with a smile: "Go quickly, the food has been prepared long ago."

Del immediately turned around and rushed out.

"Pa pa pa"

Amid the whistling wind, the applause was loud like a tide.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Good job, Del."

"Brother, please take care of the brothers from now on."

The men who were watching the fight were also very excited. They understood that one of their companions had advanced to become a transcendent, which was something they had never dared to think about before. If they trained hard, they might become the next transcendent.

"What's going on?"

It was the priest's voice. Clown turned around and saw Nick and Geralt walking side by side, both with some displeasure on their faces.

He sensed the time: three seventeen.

"Why are you back so early? What happened?"

Normally, the team that goes out usually returns to the camp around five o'clock, when the sun has not set and the gray fog has not appeared.

"Go back and tell me why you are so happy." Nick walked forward and glanced at everyone on the training ground with some confusion.

"Wait a moment," Crown put the two-handed sword back into the weapon rack, rubbed his sore arm, and followed the two men to the priest's room.

After fighting for so long with a two-handed weapon and constantly engaging in head-on confrontation with Del, he felt a little overwhelmed.

. . . .

"We were ambushed by that group of bird monsters," Nick put away his flail and pounded the table next to him.

"Those little goblins grow very fast. In just a few days, they have grown a lot. Moreover, they know how to make a feint to the east and attack in the west. Four lumberjacks were killed, and we only killed three." Geralt's face looked very gloomy.

He paused and said in a cold voice: "The leader's legs have grown again."

Klauen's eyes suddenly narrowed. As far as he knew, the only monsters that had the ability to regenerate severed limbs were trolls and leopards.

"Based on my understanding of monsters, those evil birds will keep harassing us and may even attack our camp." Geralt's expression was very serious. "It would be best if we could find their nest."

"Their nest should be deep in the forest. I guess it's at the foot of the Andes. Even if we can find the nest, they can just fly away and come back after we leave.

As you can see, they have been avoiding us and only attacking ordinary people."

Nick gritted his teeth and gave a bitter smile. He felt helpless and angry because he had no strength to use.

He turned around and asked, "What were you doing just now? Why are you so happy?"

(End of this chapter)