The next second, without any delay, the figure of Archduke Perfitt moved.

He charged head-on, roared and swung his giant ax, slashing at King Nun.

"boom!"

The two giant axes collided together without any fancy!

The dull sound of metal impact tortured everyone's ears.

Thales looked at the two people present in shock.

Perfit gritted his teeth tightly, and the blade of his giant ax was stuck on the top of King Nun's giant ax - sinking diagonally between an ax blade and the sharp edge at the top.

"The impulsive rookie." King Nun calmly turned sideways, grasping the connection between the ax handle and the ax blade with his left hand, and grasping the far end of the ax handle with his right hand, using the head of the ax to resist Perfit's slash like a gun.

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The old king resisted the opponent's axe, with a cold tone:

"On the battlefield, if your weapon is jammed, your head will fall to the ground long ago."

When the two were wrestling, King Nun pushed the opponent's giant ax away with all his strength.

"You know, this isn't a good idea, old man." Perfit took a step back solemnly, withdrew his axe, and moved to look for an opportunity to strike next.

"This is not a battlefield, it's a duel," the young Grand Duke walked around the old king, turning his steps with an indifferent expression: "There are no white-blade guards around you... to protect your noble head!"

Like a seasoned warrior, King Nun turned around as Perfitt moved, with the tip of his ax always facing the enemy.

"just you and me!"

As he spoke, Perfitt's second blow came again!

This time, Perfitt's giant ax opened an arc, slashed hard from the side, and hit King Nun's waist.

"Cang!" The sound of metal collision sounded again!

King Nun turned the ax handle in time, held the ax in his left hand, and once again withstood Perfit's horizontal blow.

"Yes, it's just you and me," King Nun gritted his teeth and pushed away the enemy's ax blade, gasping slightly: "This is much more exciting than the battlefield."

Thales asked in a low voice in confusion: "Are they all so skilled in swinging ax blades?"

"Your Majesty is not a little kid who has never touched a weapon." The Fallen Starman looked serious, and he did not forget to stab Thales while explaining.

"As the king of Exeter, he once stood at the thirty-eight outposts in the far north and personally fought against the invasion of orcs from the north of the glacier. The skull of 'Slayer of Humans' Sheela Darklei is still high

Hang it at the first lookout point to intimidate the glacier orcs."

"He also marched out of the Golden Corridor and broke through the elven defense line in the White Mountains to the west. He moved his troops forward to overwhelm Camas, the white elves and the Free Alliance."

Fallen Star's eyes revealed a sparkle: "He is the first northern monarch to capture Broken Dragon Fortress and cross the border between Exeter and Star in three hundred years."

"When it comes to combat experience, he will not lose to any experienced warrior in the White Blade Guards."

Putilai raised his eyebrows, and Thales stuck out his tongue.

In the duel field, Perfitt swung his giant ax again and collided with King Nun's weapon in the air!

"Bang!" The ax blades collided, sparks flying.

King Nun seemed to be a little overwhelmed. He gritted his teeth and held the giant ax, his arms shaking slightly.

"Are you tired?" Perfit seized the opportunity for King Nun to breathe, roared angrily, and shook his arms violently:

"Old man!"

King Nun was pushed back a step.

While he was still adjusting his body shape, Perfitt swung the ax blade again and pursued him!

"clang!"

King Nun once again blocked the enemy's fierce attack - from the beginning to now, he has been passively defending.

But this time, the enemy's attack did not end so easily.

A force surged into Perfit's arms, his eyes were on fire, and like a warrior whose eyes were red with blood, he roared and struck the king's left leg with another axe!

In Thales' fluctuating vision, Perfit was filled with bright light, concentrated on his arms, and flashing continuously.

"The power of ending." Seeing his king in danger, Nicolai remained calm and explained briefly: "The unique combo ax technique of Fengzhao City has given birth to at least three kinds of ending power."

The old king roared, using all his strength to pull back the giant axe, and knocked away Perfitt's giant axe. The two ax blades sparked in the air!

"Keng!"

The king was able to stop the opponent's ax blade.

But unlike before, with this blow, the old king failed to lock the opponent's axe.

Perfit has no intention of stopping!

His ax made a loop in the air, making a fierce sound of wind under the owner's crazy expression, and pursued the king's head again.

King Nun gasped, struggled to adjust his posture, raised the heavy ax handle to his side, and blocked Perfit's pursuit.

"Bang!" A huge noise came, and Thales subconsciously reached out to cover his ears.

But under the blessing of the power of termination, Perfit was not stuck on the ax blade like the previous times.

He reacted quickly and reversed the axe.

Instantly slip out of Nunn's block!

The next moment, the young Grand Duke pursed his lips, pushed with both hands, and thrust out the sharp ax tip.

Stab your opponent!

Facing the enemy's surprise attack, King Nun was so out of his depth that he had no time to take back his heavy axe.

He could only watch helplessly as the tip of the ax stabbed him in the face.

Until the tip of the ax pierced his left cheek!

"Ah!" King Nun roared unwillingly.

At that moment, Thales felt his heart skip a beat.

At the critical moment, King Nuen suddenly turned sideways!

"laugh!"

The tip of the ax grazed the king's face, bringing out blood!

It also caused a burst of exclamations in the hall.

With a terrible scar from his cheekbone to the side of his left ear, King Nun narrowly avoided the fatal ax tip!

Blood fell to the ground.

The king immediately gritted his teeth, summoned all his strength, swung his ax horizontally, and forced Perfit back.

This was also Nunn's first counterattack.

Perfit flexibly took three steps back to avoid the king's axe, and at the same time left the opponent's attack range.

Like many people in the hall, Thales exhaled and patted his chest to relieve his nervous mood.

"Perhaps you have forgotten one thing?" Thales turned around and said worriedly: "The old man...King Nuen is already seventy years old after all!"

"As the king of Exeter, a duel is a test that he must go through," Nicolai said without moving his eyes and slightly opening his lips: "It doesn't matter what age you are."

"Every Northland man must undergo rigorous combat training in service, and every Lord Exeter is even more so, and even awakens the power of termination," Putilai explained to Thales, who had a strange look on his face:

"The national conditions are like this, and the people's customs dictate this."

"God," Thales rolled his eyes fiercely and shrugged helplessly: "I was born in the stars instead of Exeter. I am so lucky."

Hearing this, the meteorite man smiled indifferently: "It's the same old saying..."

"Welcome to Northland."

Thales shook his head and turned his gaze back to the field.

Putilai's expression changed and he looked at Thales's back.

Is it a kind of luck to be born among the stars?

Putilai sighed silently: It's too early to speak, little prince.

"Hahaha," the young Grand Duke looked at the king with blood on his face and gasping for breath with satisfaction, gritting his teeth and grinning: "How many rounds has this been, old man?"

"Are you already dying?"

"Nonsense, little brat," King Nun put his ax on the ground, wiped away the blood on his face with his left hand, and replied without any sign of weakness: "I just warmed up my body."

"You are seventy years old," Perfit used words to weaken the king's momentum and prepare for the next wave of attack: "Not only have your muscles become atrophied, but your finishing power has also deteriorated, right?"

"Hehe," King Nuen took a breath and smacked his lips ferociously: "Little brat, how many battles have you fought before you dare to say this in front of me?"

Perfitt began to laugh strangely: "Yes, I still remember twelve years ago, when my grandfather was still alive, you summoned the army of seven archdukes and marched south to the stars with unprecedented pride."

As he spoke, Perfit struck out with an ax without any warning.
To be continued...