Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 9 Desert Wind Sword Art
Bloody arena.

With the opening of the fence gate, Thorn, who was standing on the arena half-closed, stared at the direction of the source of the sound.

There were only the last two games left, and he didn't dare to be careless.

Although the gladiatorial fights in the arena are basically conducted by two people of roughly equal strength.

For the crushing battle, it is not what these pastime nobles want to see.

Because only the wonderful and bloody fights such as fighting back with blood, fighting back when dying, dying together, and overcoming adversity can arouse their heart-piercing cheers and arouse their madness.

Just like the last duel between the orc sword master and the drow swordsmanship master, it was originally thought to be a close battle.

The long swords in the hands of both sides can fight back and forth non-stop, but the result is beyond everyone's expectations.

If it wasn't for the goblin wizard to intervene forcibly with spells, who knows how long the two of them will stare at death.

Even if the two sides started fighting, they were instantly killed by the hidden violent ability of the orc sword master.

After all, Juggernaut itself is not a profession known for its gorgeous skills.

But the so-called strength is only superficial, and you can't tell how deep the opponent is hiding.

For Thorn, who has experienced 98 consecutive victories, it can be said to have a deep understanding.

Not only did he meet an unremarkable kobold who turned out to be a hidden dragon vein warlock, he also met an ogre nearly 3 meters tall who just entered the field and lay on the ground crying.

So you should never pray for your own good luck, you can only believe in your own strength.

Bang bang bang!
A sound of dull footsteps reached Thorne's ears. Even without looking at him, Thorne roughly guessed the opponent's size with the keenness of the half-elf race.

From the steady pace of the opponent, Thorne judged that the opponent was a skill-type agile profession, and this kind of opponent was the most difficult for Thorne.

Because he relies on his own flexible attack method to win, if he encounters an opponent whose speed is comparable to his own, he will have no advantage at all. What he is fighting for is the real comprehensive strength and on-the-spot performance ability of both parties.

So he tightened the weapon in his hand, and slowly approached the edge of the field, keeping a safe distance from the opponent.

It's a troll!
Seeing the opponent's ugly appearance, Thorne recognized him at a glance.

But seeing the troll's attire, Thorn's face became more serious.

Trolls are fearsome carnivorous humanoids of the wilderness with voracious appetites.

It often acts alone, and its favorite thing to do is to hide near human villages and small settlements, hunting all civilians until there is no one left.

The average adult troll stands about 2.7 meters tall and weighs about 500 pounds.

But the troll in front of him is only about 2 meters tall, which is definitely not caused by the opponent's malnutrition.

When a normal troll walks upright, his upper body looks a little hunched because of his drooping shoulders, which makes their walking steps very irregular, and their arms will swing from side to side when running.

But the troll in front of him had a very straight waist, and his ugly and irregular limbs appeared reasonable.

Under the gray linen clothes is covered with green-gray skin like rubber, in the eyes covered by long iron-gray hair, the cunning of human nature is far more than the wildness of animal nature.

This is a troll raised by humans, and Thorne roughly guessed the origin of this troll.

Judging from the other party's demeanor and temperament, it is not a player.

When players meet each other, Thorne will have a feeling that is difficult to explain, just like recognizing the orc sword master at a glance.

The weapon in this troll's hand is not a heavy mace or mace, but two light scimitars shining with cold light.

It shows that the opponent likes to rely on skillful attacks to win.

But what Thorne really cared about was the troll's terrible regenerative ability. Breaking the troll's bones or cutting his bast only annoyed him, making his outbreak more ferocious.

The troll's wounds heal very quickly. Even if the hands, feet or even the head are cut off, those dismembered parts will still maintain life, and the wound will grow back.

Only acid and fire can stop the troll's regeneration.

When the two finished their preparations, under the expectant eyes of many nobles in the audience seats.

"start!"

The goblin wizard standing on the floating disk gave a cold shout and left quickly.

Holding two scimitars, the troll quickly ran towards Thorne's position.

What a great speed!

Thorn's eyes shrank when he saw the troll approaching him at an extremely fast speed.

He took a deep breath, tightened the weapons in both hands, and prepared to face him head-on.

Clang!Clang!
The two figures collided, and the long sword in Thorne's right hand quickly blocked the troll's scimitar slashing at his head, while the troll's other scimitar slashing towards his abdomen was parried by the short sword in Thorne's left hand live.

Both of them have dual-weapon combat expertise, and they didn't get much benefit from this attack.

However, as soon as the weapons of the two sides came into contact, Thorne immediately felt the numbness from his arms, and understood that his power was suppressed by the troll.

So with the help of the troll's impact force, he kicked the troll in the abdomen, and jumped back, and the two sides opened the distance again.

The troll got the upper hand, roared, and chased Thorne again.

His attacks seemed haphazard, but each time he slashed deadly at Thorne.

Through the first contact between the two sides, Thorne had roughly judged the troll's strength, so he didn't dare to take the opponent's attack hard.

Instead, relying on the blessing of his two specialties of flexible movement and dodge, he quickly turned around and narrowly escaped the strong wind from the troll's scimitar.

Thorn was slightly shocked in his heart, and then rolled on the spot, avoiding the troll's other scimitar again.

As Thorn, who has a rolling level of 15 or above and has mastered the rolling attack specialty, his rolling action this time is not just for avoiding attacks.

Thorne, who was lying on the ground, suddenly plunged into the ground with his short left dagger, tightly grasping the hilt for strength, and then the long sword in his right hand flashed a cold light, and instantly hit the unresponsive troll's leg, causing blood to splatter immediately.

But it's a pity that the long sword in Thorne's hand is not a high-quality product, and coupled with the attack lying on the ground, his lethality is not as impressive as imagined.

In this counterattack, the troll just let out a cry of pain, and then endured the pain, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and the two scimitars slashed at Thorne who was lying on the ground at the same time.

This is the troll's favorite tactic, trading injuries for injuries!
Feeling the strong wind brought by the scimitar, Thorne naturally would not resist such a condescending attack. He quickly drew out the short sword inserted into the ground, and a lazy donkey rolled.

The ground was directly cut into two gullies by the troll's scimitar.

After pulling away from the troll, Thorne turned his legs upwards, and with his flexible body coordination ability, he got up instantly.

Then he saw the troll not far away, and the wound on his leg was healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a moment of effort, the troll's wound just now was intact, leaving no trace.

Looking at the troll not far away, Thorne did not act rashly. The troll is a humanoid creature with strong recovery ability. As long as you dare to take the initiative to attack, he will take it hard without dodging or evading, and then quickly counterattack.

So in order to save his energy, Thorne didn't dare to take the risk, because the troll's attack speed was also very fast, and he couldn't guarantee that he could avoid the opponent's attack every time as he did just now.

Don't think that he has a slight upper hand in the attack just now, and there is a possibility of victory. The troll can resist with its own strong recovery ability.

But as long as Thorn was hit by the scimitar once, even if he was not killed immediately with his half-elf race's fragile body, he would still be unable to avoid the opponent's next counterattack.

In other words, this nimble troll has completely suppressed his advantage, and it will be very unfavorable for him to drag it to the end.

It seems that if you want to kill the opponent without injury, you can only use that move, Thorne looked at the very troublesome troll in front of him and thought to himself.

His goal today is to complete the challenge of winning 100 consecutive victories, so he is destined to save most of his physical strength in this game, and not consume too much or get injured.

Otherwise, the next match will be even more difficult. If he fails, his hard work for the past month will be in vain, and he will lose his life because of it.

After all, only the victor in the arena can walk out alive.

Ah!
With a roar, the troll swung two scimitars and rushed towards Thorne again!
At this time, Thorne's face was very serious. Looking at the swift figure of the troll, the dagger in his left hand began to tremble slightly.

Clang!
The scimitar and the long sword collided again, sparking a faint spark and making an ear-piercing sound, followed by a gap where the scimitar and the long sword collapsed at the same time.

At the moment when the weapons of the two sides collided, the dagger in Thorne's left hand was suddenly wrapped in flames.

——Desert Wind Sect (strike): Flame Star!

Thorne threw the dagger in his left hand at the troll's face, and the flames wrapped around the dagger burst into dazzling flashes instantly!

The troll who was caught off guard only felt a dazzling white light suddenly appear in front of him, his eyes were stinging, and his eyes were suddenly white, as if he was in a thick fog.

Seeing that the blow was successful, the troll had been blinded by the strong light at this time, Thorne immediately dodged and appeared behind the troll.

Then he clenched the long sword tightly with both hands, only to see the long sword tremble slightly, and suddenly burst into burning flames.

——Desert Wind Sect (Enhanced Skill): Red Lotus Sword!

go to hell!
Thorne gave a loud shout, and then jumped up with his legs.

puff!

I saw the flaming long sword in his hand flashing bright red light in the arena surrounded by night. With the help of a condescending and powerful impact, he chopped off the head of the troll in a panic.

A stench of burning paste and smoke emanated from the troll's neck.

Seeing the direction in which the troll's head was rolling, Thorne immediately chased after it, then stared indifferently at the still roaring troll's head, which had not lost its vitality, and crushed it with one foot!
The troll's head was crushed by Thorne, and the neck after being attacked by fire damage also lost his powerful regeneration ability.

The headless troll in front of him, who could only helplessly swing the scimitar, was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered in front of Thorne, without any threat.

(End of this chapter)