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Chapter 40

The vehicle drove smoothly on the road that had been under martial law.

Before Bai Chen's ass was hot, Deanna had already handed over a document to Ba Chen.

"Although there is no video data, this is the information we have collected for you as much as possible. It contains the fighting tactics and habits of the King of Swords, etc. I just don't know if it will help you."

"Have a heart."

Bai Chen smiled, and as a result, the document began to read.

Looking at the serious look of the young man, Diana was also very uneasy.

It's finally here.

Now the bronze black cross, the fate of himself and his beloved disciple Liliana has been maintained on the body of the young king.

If he loses in this battle, the saddest thing will definitely be the magic associations who pledged allegiance in advance.

Even if the King of Swords doesn't care, the other magic associations will never let go of the chance to fall into trouble after a failure.

And, from a woman's point of view.

She also doesn't want to have anything to do with the boy she has had in-depth communication with.

Not to mention their mood, Bai Chen did not feel nervous or worried after adjusting his mentality.

However, it has to be taken seriously.

Strategically despised, tactically valued, this is the experience left by our ancestors.

Even if the battle between godslayers has left the realm of mortals, there is still no way around physique, skill, experience and state.

Needless to say about physique and state, everyone is a godslayer, and there will be no obvious difference.

The only difference is experience and skill.

In terms of experience, Bai Chen is a complete disadvantage.

And skill is also the king of swords.

Bai Chen knew that if he just used the swordsmanship he had trained in the past two days to deal with Tony, he would undoubtedly end badly.

"All knights can master swordsmanship in one month at the longest, and they will learn it proficiently in half a month at the shortest, and they can also incorporate their own skills. It's not the kind of half-bucket of water that is put together..."

Even Bai Chen can't help but sigh that Tony is the son of destiny.

If you don't have a chat group to do Gold Finger, if you just look at luck, all the godslayers in this world are the ones who have hung up to the limit.

Take Lady Elsa, for example.

She was originally just the most ordinary Indian low-caste servant, and had never learned any combat skills, let alone spells and the like.

And Mrs. Aisha killed a god of disobedience in a very coincidental way on one day when she was traveling.

This kind of coincidence is just as ridiculous as encountering a strong brown bear in the wild, and when it rushes towards you, you accidentally kill yourself.

"Master, is the King of Swords really powerful?"

Liliana asked quietly.

Deanna didn't speak, and Bai Chen answered in her place.

"It's not a question of whether he is serious or not, but a very special kind."

He played a well-known meme, but unfortunately no one could pick it up.

"Salvatore is a rare swordsmanship wizard. Before he became a godslayer, he traveled and practiced. By relying on swordsmanship alone, he was able to outperform knights who used spells."

Deanna said.

"Then... Isn't it a great loss for Wang to fight him?"

Liliana looked worried.

It really sucks.

Bai Chen also had to admit this.

only...

"Godslayer is not an existence that can judge who is the winner by relying on experience and skill."

Bai Chen said lightly.

Such a gentle voice inadvertently calmed the depressed atmosphere in the car.

"Just like Schrödinger's theorem, until you open the box, the cat inside will be in a state of being both dead and alive, and the battle between godslayers is the same. The future is impossible until there is a real result. predicted."

While speaking, Bai Chen looked out the window.

Ignoring the barrier between the soundproof glass and the atmosphere, he could clearly feel that the godslayer of his family was inviting him.

......

"too slow."

Under the shade of a tree swaying in the breeze.

Wearing a deep red and gorgeous dress, the girl with bright blond hair like a dazzling crown muttered softly with her arms folded.

"What an unpunctual king."

She has the delicate face of a princess who came out of a fairy tale.

The beautiful face is still childish, but it is also mixed with a bit of heroism and arrogance.

"Don't talk too much, Erica, I am just here as an entourage today."

At this time, a tall and straight middle-aged man in a silver helmet beside the girl warned in a low voice.

His bronze and black cross coach, Paul Browntree.

The girl next to him is his niece and one of the only prodigies in Italy, Erica Blanchard.

"Got it, my uncle."

Erica replied.

Then he looked at a blond young man standing by the road not far away. *