Angelina's fierce straight stab was blocked by Woz in his chest. At this time, the half-sword in his hand was no longer a wooden sword, but became dark all over, with a vague metallic luster.

As Angelina retreated, Woz slowly lowered his arms, and the sword seemed to have mercury rolling, "growing" down the sword body. After a while, a brand new metal iron sword finally took shape.

Elemental conversion, metal shaping! Woz is a mage after all, and the mage who uses spells is the one who truly becomes serious.

He looked up at the stubborn girl in front of him and smiled and said, "I have been waiting for you for a long time, Angelina. I admit your strength, so..." His eyes suddenly became sharp, and his whole body was as sharp as a sword that was unsheathed, "Are you ready? Are you awakened to the face of a crushing defeat!"

The girl didn't speak, but the great sword raised in her hand undoubtedly showed her determination.

Woz made his way, and he took the initiative in this duel for the first time.

Around the venue, the barriers set up by more than a dozen senior witch hunters jointly shocked violently at this moment, shaking.

Except for Angelina, no one knows how terrible Woz is, who is serious at this time. Angelina can already hunt the commander of thousands of men, and has faced the commander of ten thousand men and even the commander-level demon more than once.

But compared to the man in front of you...

Angelina raised the "Rakshasa" and felt the heavy power coming from the sword body. How strong are you!

She knew very well that she would fail, but this was not a reason for her to retreat.

It was finally recognized by Woz, and Angelina was determined to fight hard.

The unique shrill sound of "Rakshasa" sounded again. The two swords collided and resounded through the sky.

This collision completely destroyed the surrounding barriers - they were originally driven out temporarily, and the strength was difficult to guarantee. The sword wind overflowed from the battlefield was flowing wildly, rolling up gravel and shooting outwards. If you accidentally get a piece of it, it will be at least the result of bloodshed.

A few pieces of gravel were flying towards Wu Ye, who exclaimed and quickly wanted to pull out the staff from his waist. He had been chatting with the newcomer just now, so he was not ready to cast the spell. Otherwise, with Wu Ye's joining, the barrier would not have collapsed so easily.

At this moment, Wu Ye's eyes darkened, and then he heard a few dull sounds. It turned out that Ling Yu, who was standing beside her, blocked the gravel with his handbag.

——Is that handbag originally a weapon? No wonder he always carried it with him.

The boy used his handbag as a blocking weapon. When he waved, he blocked all the stones flying towards him, and also helped the fat Simon block two. However, the latter's huge book seemed to have a shield-like effect, and did not receive substantial damage.

As for other witch hunters or new interns, they also used their own methods to resist this small fright.

"Thank you..." Wu Ye thanked, but when he saw Ling Yu still had an indifferent and plain expression, he felt a little discouraged.

Such an old-fashioned child is so unlovely! It always makes Wu Ye feel as if he is facing those seniors.

The "ding Ding Dangdang" sound broke out in a dense way, and the battle between the two did not receive any impact. Instead, they entered a state of white heat, and they could hardly see their movements clearly. They only felt that there were two balls of phantoms intertwined and constantly colliding.

"How about it," Wu Ye asked Ling Yu provocatively, "Can you still say that the ending has been decided long ago?"

The gears in the boy's hand were spinning fast, making a "crack" sound as dense. He kept his eyes open and said in a voice that seemed to be muttering to himself: "Of course, Woz will definitely win! His overall strength is stronger, and Angelina is still one line behind him in terms of swordsmanship, but this line is a difference..."

Wu Ye raised his eyebrows and wanted to refute it. It was not that she didn't support Woz, but she just subconsciously wanted to oppose this boy.

Ling Yu ignored it, he stretched out his hand and leaned forward, then seemed to have touched a layer of barrier: "Don't you feel it yet? Woz has used spells! At the same time as the duel, he has already set the range himself... limiting the aftermath of the battle to this area."

Wu Ye was shocked. Sure enough, no gravel flew out after that moment!

This child actually discovered Woz's realm earlier than him?

Ling Yu continued: "But the effect of the spell is limited to this. He still relies on pure swordsmanship in the duel with Angelina - in fact, he has won. Woz, his swordsmanship is among the top five in the world!"

Wu Ye curled his lips and said, "You don't have to be so humble. Just say that Woz is the best."

Ling Yu shook his head: "It's impossible, he can't be the strongest swordsman."

"Hey, how dare you be sure?"

"Because he is a mage, it is impossible to use only swordsman in real battles. So no matter what, Woz cannot become the strongest swordsman."

Wu Ye curled his lips again and asked back: "Who do you think is the strongest swordsman?"

“…’The Pearl in the Night’, Xu Zipiao.”

Angelina knelt on one knee, holding the hilt of the "Rakshasa" with both hands to support herself. Her expression was still firm, but her arms trembled uncontrollably.

So tired, endless fatigue covered the girl's whole body. Angelina felt that she had never been so tired in her life, and even the last time she chased a thousand-mile leader was not like this.

A few strands of hair were stained with sweat on her cheeks, and more beads of sweat dripped down her round chin. There was silence around her, only her rapid breathing and the sound of sweat dripping.

Angelina knew very well that she was definitely ugly at this moment. She had lost more than once.

She tried hard to get up again and again, and challenged Woz again. She knew very well how embarrassed and even ugly she looked like. The new interns always regarded her as a goddess, and now she might be surprised?

I feel like a child who can't afford to lose, and I know that I'm not strong enough but I still don't want to give up.

Woz's strength is still so desperate. But I am also the Ghost Sword Queen, the Queen of the Sword! How could I give up like this?

Angelina raised her sword again and walked towards her opponent staggeringly.

Moreover, this is the first time that Woz has gotten serious and fought with me! Work hard and fight again!

Angelina turned her head and used her shoulders to push away the hair that was blocking her eyes. When she raised her head, she found that Woz had come to her.

"Enough, Angelina, you have shown your strength." Woz's voice was as peaceful as ever, as if the fierce battle just now had no effect on him.

No praise or criticism, impartiality, as if commenting on an objective fact, Woz expressed his comment on Angelina.

Anyone who is familiar with Woz knows that in terms of strength, Woz never praises anyone - if there is, it must be just a politeness. Woz doesn't, or he doesn't want to belittle anyone. As for how to understand his evaluation, it needs to be experienced by the parties involved.

Obviously, Angelina would never be satisfied with such a review, she could do better.

Rakshasa caused a tide again...

The suffocating sound of metal collision finally stopped, and the great sword "Rakshasa" sank back into the ground - Angelina could no longer hold it.

The girl looked at her hands with a little blank expression on her face, as if she couldn't believe that she would throw the sword in her hand.

It was not that she had given up, but that she simply took off her strength. The fierce battle exhausted Angelina's all her strength. No matter how powerful she was, she was still a seventeen-year-old girl, and her physical strength was always her biggest weakness.

She couldn't even keep standing normally and staggered forward and fell.

Woz threw away the sword in his hand and held the girl in time.

Her whole body was soaked in sweat, and her body temperature was a little scary. Woz could feel the muscles on the girl's arms twitching wildly, as if she had not calmed down from the intense exercise just now.

This girl is really trying hard.

Woz looked at her with some heartache, thought for a while and said, "You deserve it to be the trump card of the demon camp."

This time, it was undoubtedly certain. A light flashed in the girl's eyes, and her pretty face that had been tense finally showed a smile.

One is definitely enough. It was not until this moment that Angelina thought she was finally qualified to be called the ace of the evil camp!
Chapter completed!