Warhammer: I don't want to be a stinky can! ! !

Chapter 57 55. Psychic power?Psionics!
Endurance, dueling cage.

just now.
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The bright white light hit the dueling cage, reflecting a hazy white halo in the dark duel hall.

The two people on the stage stood still and prepared.

The sickle and the longsword are opposite.

"Om-"

Domingo, a veteran from Terra, stabbed directly with his long sword, and the merciless sword light hit Haznir directly on the stage.

Haznir started his sickle to defend, but it seemed that he had already predicted Haznir's next move. Domingo suddenly accelerated and pierced the defense from Haznir's side. Red bloodshots appeared on Zinir's arms and neck!
Just a trick!
Had Domingo held a full-bladed long sword, Haznir would probably not be able to stand on the dueling platform like he is now.

Victory and defeat!

Haznir glanced at the veteran Domingo reluctantly and resentfully, but the burn-like scratches on his shoulders and neck reminded him like chains that he had long been defeated.

He jumped off the stage in silence.

On the stage, Domingo stood there like a rock, showing no intention of leaving.

On the other side of the Babarus people under the stage, some were silent, some were dissatisfied, the crowd was crowded, there was a little confusion and noise, but no one dared to come to the stage for a duel.

Haznir is the top three winners in the duel cage on weekdays. These people in the audience have been defeated by Haznir more or less, and they know they are not as good.

But Vox, the only one left who could defeat Haznir, suddenly disappeared, and he, who used to watch the battle in the duel cage, was not here for some reason.

The Terra veterans remained silent. Even if some veterans disagreed with Domingo's behavior, all they could do at the moment was wait.

The tall body of the Primarch remained motionless, like dry bones, the smoke was lingering, and the smell of poisonous gas quietly pierced everyone's nostrils.

The face covered by the hood, the gas mask, and the smoke made it impossible to see the primarch's mood at the moment.

Mortarion was waiting too.

The atmosphere was a bit stalemate, and the commotion that had just started in the Babarus crowd gradually quieted down, and silence once again enveloped the entire hall.

Veteran Domingo stood proudly and silently on the stage, like a stone knight guarding a treasure, waiting for the challenger who came without authorization.

Footsteps broke the silence.

Calastephon stepped out slowly, and walked onto the stage silently. He glanced at the weapon rack, and drew out the scythe that the two previous Barbarusians had used just now.

Typhon walked up to Domingo's counterpoint, raised his sickle, and took a stance.

Veteran Domingo also raised his sword again, looking calmly at Typhon opposite him.

The primarch remained motionless.

"Om-"

The duel begins!
Domingo continued his playing strategy, stabbing with a long sword directly with the same move, trying to defeat the ignorant recruit on the opposite side in the shortest time.

He was not afraid of Kalastifone's dismantling of moves based on the ideas of the previous battle. Most duels on the battlefield were often crushed by strength and speed, and combat skills were reserved for those evenly matched enemies!

And these new recruits who have not completed the transformation operation for a whole year, unless they are very talented, otherwise, with their current training intensity, they are simply not as good as these battle-tested veterans.

However, Calastephon showed no fear or contempt on his face, he directly blocked the long sword thrust with his scythe, and speeded up to block Domingo's second blow.

The whole process was smooth and smooth, unlike the two recruits just now!

Domingo was a little surprised. On weekdays, he didn't notice Typhon on the Barbarus dueling cage, and Carastifone was not a frequent visitor to the dueling cage.

This is a stumbling block that came out halfway——

But this does not affect the outcome of this battle in the slightest!

Domingo didn't retreat, and directly used the momentum of sprinting to fight with Calastephon close to his body. The long sword was like a snake trying to stab through Calastephon's defense flexibly.

In contrast, the long and wide attack range of the scythe instantly became pale and powerless, and the scythe, which is not suitable for close-range defense, could not play its best effect at all. Kalastifone could only use the scythe to continuously block Domingo's attacks. Attacking, the sickle became more and more cumbersome under the thrust of the long sword.

Karastifone tried to distance himself, but Domingo didn't give him this chance at all, he clung to Karastifone tightly, and didn't give him a chance to retreat and attack again.

Compared with Corina, a Terra veteran who played, Domingo looked more aggressive, and his fierce aura firmly oppressed the recruits on the opposite side!
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that if such an offensive continues for a few breaths, Kalastiphon will be the one to lose!
But Calastephon didn't seem to panic, and he was still struggling to block Domingo's attack with his sickle.

Oh, arrogant brat.

Domingo was unhurried, and continued to maintain the rhythm of the attack. The already fast attack speed was still slowly increasing——

Finally, there is a flaw!

Domingo went down with a long sword, and then hooked back, giving up his own defense, and the tip of the sword went straight to the heart of Karastifon!

Under the senses of the two sides dueling to the extreme, time seemed to slow down, and Domingo clearly saw the cold light flashing slowly across the sword, and——

An imperceptible streak of frost suddenly appeared on the sword! ! !
what? ! ! !

Domingo's eyes shrank suddenly, and the veteran's intuition made him want to subconsciously return to defense, but the matter had come to this point, it was too late, and the stabbing long sword could not be retracted easily.

Domingo felt the pressure around him suddenly increase!His movements were also stagnant, and he raised his eyes to look at Karastyphon opposite, and there was an imperceptible smile on the corner of the recruit's mouth.

This guy is a psyker! ! !
Although Domingo immediately adjusted his posture, in a fierce battle, a short moment is enough to determine life and death. Carastifone immediately seized the opening of Domingo, and the scythe came from under his body, avoiding his arms directly, into Domingo's chest—

Victory and defeat!

The moment Calastephon's sickle tip touched Domingo, both sides stopped moving.

Domingo's long sword was still an inch away from Callas, but Callas' sickle actually touched Domingo's chest.

The annoying cold air also quickly faded away, it seemed that except for the two on the field, the rest of the spectators were unaware of the spiritual energy fluctuation just now.

Domingo's pupils trembled, and he wanted to open his mouth to say something, but when he looked up and saw the face of Kalastifon——

There was no rejoicing or joy on that face, but a serious and respectful expression!

This guy puts on a good camouflage!

Wait, the move of this recruit just now is very similar to the move used by the Death Guard think tank? !

how come?
Domingo was quite puzzled, but on the duel stage, his failure was a certainty, and he had no choice but to jump off the stage and hide in the crowd.

There was a commotion in the Terra crowd.

Calastephon stood there, not like the previous ones, intending to continue fighting, but turned around and walked towards the weapon platform.

Seeing this victory, Babarus burst into cheers again.

The primarch continued to maintain a still posture, but the censer on Mortarion bumped lightly, and the clear but weak sound was quickly drowned in the noise of the crowd.

Callas, callas, my friend, is this what you want?
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