I take the witch with me to conquer the world

Fang Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to drive out the noisy thoughts in his mind. But he knew that he didn't have much time, and it was already a miracle that he could maintain vital signs. How could a commander waste time? Waving the standard saber, he was in front of Fang Sheng in an instant!

So fast! Fang Sheng's pupils widened. He was unable to notice the man's figure. He could only rely on his body's instinct to swing out the sword, and happened to block the opponent's sharp blow.

"Cang!" The sound of metal collision resounded through the arena, and many gladiators heard it, looking at the commander with greedy eyes like a gourmet who has been hungry for three days when he sees a delicacy! But when they saw Fang Sheng dueling with the commander, they withdrew their gaze. The Skull Lord's soul-deep blessing not only gave them strength, but also changed their way of thinking.

They will not disturb the fight between these two powerful warriors, and they will not allow anyone to disturb this fair duel!

Fang Sheng felt the tremendous power coming from the big sword, his expression changed slightly, and he could feel his right hand was numb.

This is the second time he has experienced Ste's unique magic in person. The current situation is the same as the last time he faced the extraordinary person guarding the arena. At that time, he was seriously injured by himself, and then relied on this thing to turn himself back. kill. The legion commander who has greater power in front of him and whose magic power is directly condensed into armor is obviously stronger. Will he be killed by this magic again?

Fang Sheng felt a little numb. Every time the Stern in his memory exploded, even at that time, he had to spend a lot of effort to deal with it. Can he really deal with him in this situation?

The commander would not give Fang Sheng time to think. He drew his sword and retreated. After getting used to his current strength, he immediately attacked. This time, he didn't hold back his strength and used all his strength to slash forward.

Fang Sheng hurriedly swung his sword to resist the commander's blade with great difficulty. His hands were numb from the force, and the sword covered in blood almost came out of his hands.

The commander was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the big sword in the opponent's hand was so tough, but this didn't stop him from continuing to chop with the sword.

Fang Sheng, who was fully prepared this time, just took the move with some difficulty, and then looked at the bright red magic power escaping from the opponent's sword. His eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly, as if he couldn't be beaten?

In order to verify his conjecture, during the difficult parry, he threw a blood dagger with his free hand. The dagger intersected with the magic armor and instantly sank into the armor like a hot knife cutting through butter. But the crisp sound that came immediately after made Fang Sheng helpless. It seemed that his demon-breaking protection could only deal with the magic armor outside...

At this moment, the commander also noticed the dagger piercing the armor and glanced at Fang Sheng in surprise. Then he casually removed the magic armor on his body, revealing his extremely strong but bloody body.

Originally, he used the magic armor to be careful of capsizing in the gutter, but now it seems that the other party has the ability to break the magic, and his own armor has no effect at all. He might as well not use it at all, and he can still have an extra amount of magic power. share.

It's a pity that Ste's magic can't heal the wounds on his body, it can only make the flesh very hard. But from the current point of view, it was enough. He thought that except for the crude sword in his hand, the other party should not be able to hurt him.

The spectators outside the field watched the fight between the two and shouted loudly: "Lord DeWitt! Crush this guy in front of you! Use powerful moves to crush this guy!"

The audience chanted, and Fang Sheng's magic light cannon completely ignited the atmosphere on the field. They roared, wanting DeWitt to also use such a move, and they would never lose to this group of gladiators.

At this moment, the closed door of the arena was quietly opened, but no one noticed. Everyone's eyes were drawn to the battle between Fang Sheng and DeWitt in the center of the field. They could see that the gladiator was being beaten by their dear Lord DeWitt.

When they saw Fang Sheng staggering and almost falling to the ground, the cheers and shouts of the audience gathered into a noisy sea. They blushed and shouted loudly: "Come on, Lord Dewitt! This gladiator can't hold it anymore." "

A dull sound suddenly sounded, along with a clanging sound. The audience's attention was drawn to it, and then a breathtaking pressure appeared! The gladiators and soldiers in the field also looked over.

A group of heavily armed soldiers appeared in the corridor of the arena. Their black and red armors were so eye-catching that the audience recognized the origins of this pair of soldiers at a glance.

Someone murmured to themselves: "Isn't this the garrison? Why are they here?"

The nobles in the private room were also a little confused. These garrisons were just mortal armies. What was the use of participating in the gladiator riot? The nobles are well aware of the gap between extraordinary beings and ordinary people. No matter how many these garrisons are, it is useless. At most, they can make this group of gladiators who are deeply involved in killing have a good time.

"Lord City Lord, is this your order?" the middle-aged noble asked with a puzzled look. Only City Lord Angus can mobilize Clarklan's garrison. Their appearance here now can only be due to Angus's order.

But... Angus couldn't possibly not know that these mortal garrisons would cause minimal harm to the extraordinary ones.

Angus smiled slightly, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said with a smile: "Please be patient, please read on." Then he smiled back at Ulysses beside him and said bluntly: "Mr. Ulysses , what do you think?”

Ulysses felt this insignificant pressure, compared the situations of the two sides in his mind, nodded slightly and said: "It's acceptable."

Angus smiled slightly. He had already received the answer he wanted. Then he spread his hands and said to the nobles whose eyes were full of distrust: "Everyone, Mr. Ulysses has already given the answer. I think You can rest assured.”

Seeing Ulysses nodding, the nobles had no choice but to suppress their doubts and read on quietly. Although there were some extraordinary beings among the nobles present, this private room was so well made that some evil pressure could not enter the private room at all, let alone put pressure on the nobles.

The middle-aged noble who had posted previously frowned slightly. It was not that he did not believe in the authenticity of Ulysses' words. He just felt that the Lord of the City in front of him seemed a little strange. Lord Angus in the past wouldn't be as...exaggerated as he is now?