Pirates: Green Bull Marshal

divclassread2 In the field, as Vincent instantly shaved his head behind Ogden and kicked out a light blue crescent-shaped air blade, the whole atmosphere suddenly became high.

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The blue and white shirt, together with the bronze-colored back muscles inside, were immediately torn apart, and hot blood splashed out.

"Humph"

Ogden's sharp-edged face twitched in pain, veins popped out on his forehead, and he stumbled forward two steps involuntarily.

It's not that he didn't use the iron block to defend himself just now, but the iron block is not invincible, especially when he was hit by Lan Jia at such a close distance.

At least his current strength cannot prevent him.

"Lan Feet"

But Vincent behind him saw that Ogden hadn't fallen to the ground, so he used his left leg to throw out a sharp kick again. At this time, the latter had just stood firm.

It has to be said that once the Lan Jiao is mastered, it will have powerful lethality in battles of the same level.

The key is that it not only has almost no forward shake, but also can release continuously.

Vincent's current body is still unable to use the same leg to perform multiple times in a short period of time. After all, it is not easy to roll up a vacuum with a leg.

But he can completely change his legs, so that he can kick out at least two air blades in a row.

He didn't believe that Ogden could withstand two attacks from Lan Kou.

In fact, he was right, at such a short distance, Ogden, whose body was not sensitive enough, couldn't dodge at all.

Therefore, Major General DeWitt, who had been watching the battle on the side, took action directly and appeared behind Ogden instantly with a punch and blew up the air blade.

But it also represents a victory for Vincent.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I didn't expect this boy Vincent to have mastered the Lanjiao, and he can release it twice quickly. It's amazing," the blond colonel said with a smile.

"He's really talented at that."

"Next is Gumir and Miles. I think this group is worth looking forward to. After all, both sides are good at using weapons."

"But it's also more dangerous. An accident may happen if you're not careful."

"Hey, what danger is there to be afraid of in the navy, and there is Rear Admiral DeWitt watching."

On the field, as Ogden was taken away by the medical squad, Vincent walked to the sideline with a face full of joy, and Gumier and Miles confronted each other.

One of them has a pair of swords hanging on his waist, and the other has a long sword on his back. It can be seen that both of them are swordsmen.

"Swordsmanship, I've always wanted to learn it..." Vidal watched with envy as the two men handsomely drew their swords and got ready.

"It's not a good thing to learn too much and not master enough." Lieutenant General Cornell said while looking at the field calmly.

"You should focus on fruit ability and physical skills, and you really don't have the talent for swordsmanship."

He himself is a powerful swordsman, and he knows how bad his son is in this regard.

It's not that it's very bad, it can only be said that it's very ordinary, which is far from his performance in other aspects.

Vidal was not angry, but sighed regretfully, and then focused his attention on the battle that had already begun.

Miles, who was holding a single sword, squatted down slightly, shook his feet suddenly, and let out an air explosion, disappearing in place with a loud roar.

At the same moment, Gumir, who was holding two knives, also disappeared.

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Three ordinary long knives collided in the center. Although there was no exaggerated shock wave, the sharp momentum confrontation between the two was equally eye-catching.

The two turned into fuzzy figures moving at high speed, and fought fiercely in the spacious open space. The light of knives and the sound of piercing the air continued to flash, and the sound of clanging iron was connected together.

Wherever they go, there will be one or two hideous scars on the smooth ground. It has to be said that the swordsman's fight is too destructive.

This is still a battle between two non-swordsmen who have not even mastered flying and slashing. Otherwise, all kinds of volleying sword energy would be everywhere at this moment.

Judging from the scene alone, it was several times more exciting than the previous battle of Vincent and the others, which also made the countless marines watching the battle shout and cheer one after another.

"They are much better than Vincent before." Vidal said softly: "Just in terms of proficiency in shaving, they are no worse than Vincent."

"This is normal. An excellent swordsman must attach great importance to speed training." Lieutenant General Cornell nodded.

"If strength is really the criterion for selection, it is indeed difficult for Vincent to compete with them, but since we have chosen the format of the competition, we must follow the rules."

"Sometimes, luck is also a part of strength." Vidal sighed.

"And can't losers still challenge you?" Cornell cheekily joked.

"Haha." Vidal just smiled. Although he felt sorry for the talent, he was not so bad as to give up the spot.

Of course, if the opponent really has the ability to defeat him, that's another matter.

The outcome of this kind of battle between ordinary swordsmen often comes quickly. It may only take about 20 minutes before Gumir knocks Miles' long sword away and places the two swords on his neck.

"Winner, Gumil" Major General DeWitt raised his hand and announced loudly, causing a large crowd to cheer excitedly.

"It's your turn next, Vidal." Lieutenant General Cornell looked proudly at his son who stood up from his seat.

"Well, I'm looking forward to it too."

Vidal, who was a full three and a half meters tall, wore a white navy hat and walked slowly to the field under everyone's gaze.

His clothes were the same as before, dark green shirt, black trousers and brown leather shoes, looking very neat and clean.

Coupled with the gentle smile on his face all the time, it gives people a friendly feeling that is easy to get along with, but the strong muscles bulging under the shirt will not appear weak and easy to bully.

"Grandma, grandma, look, it's daddy," little Enel, who was sitting in Ms. Enid's arms on the stage, pointed at Vidal off the court and shouted in joy.

"Yeah, I see, I see, don't worry, Vidal is very strong." Enid smiled softly.

"I know, I saw my father defeat God and all his armies on Sky Island with my own eyes." Little Enel looked at Vidal proudly.

On the court, Vidal arrived at his position, looked at Miles and Ogden calmly, and glanced at Gumir and Vincent who were eager to try without hiding their eyes.

"Who comes first?"

As the losers, Miles and Ogden looked at each other. One of them had just experienced a fierce fight, and the other had a bandage on his body.

To be honest, no one wants to be the first to go up.

At this time, Vincent suddenly took a step forward and asked: "Major General DeWitt, can I first experience the strength of Sergeant Vidal?"

"By the way, give Miles and the others some more time to recover."

Major General DeWitt looked at Vidal, who nodded politely and replied: "I think Lieutenant Vincent's proposal is very good."

"That being the case, then it's up to Vincent and Vidal," Major General DeWitt announced decisively.

After a while, only the two sides of the battle were left in the field. Vidal stood on the right side, looking down at Vincent because of his huge height advantage.

"Please."

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