Black sails

Chapter 553 CLXXXVII. Amatras

A large and colorful celestial body hung horizontally in the night sky, and under the reflection of multiple bright moons, the light intensity was still abundant in the wilderness in the heart of Muron at night.

There were too many people watching. This kind of intense one-on-one duel was harder to find than Teacher Gillian's video works. The key was the reversal.

After talking with Fafna, Li Site pushed aside one pirate after another and came to the front line of the two people's battle.

In the ring surrounded by the crowd, although Magnus was still unscathed, he was no longer as comfortable as he was at the beginning. On the other hand, Archer was ragged and chopped like a tramp, but his liver had metabolized all the alcohol and he was not shaking much.

As soon as Li Site arrived, he saw Archer being knocked down again.

But Magnus's breath was disordered, and his eyes were bigger than copper bells!

He had completely confirmed that the man in front of him was indeed a reckless man who had not received any systematic training more than an hour ago. All his moves were based on his feelings, relying purely on muscle memory and instinctive reaction.

But what exactly is going on?

Magnus felt... he was fighting himself!

"I have seen your moves clearly. Come on. I am ready now. The previous ones don't count. Only this round will work."

Archer said shamelessly.

Everyone was stunned. Isn't this too shameless? Completely forgetting that he had been beaten for more than an hour!

"Okay..."

Magnus was ready, kneeling at his shoulders, straddling the horse and sinking, with strength from the ground, holding the blade with a reverse grip, and carefully watching Archer's every move.

Grandpa's right arm was drooping down. He also held the knife with his left hand and held the blade with a reverse grip. The red temperature state has not been lifted. If he doesn't stand up this cripple today, how can he survive in the future?

Magnus' throat rolled. He was not imitating himself. It felt like... fighting against his own mirror image.

Archer did not use his right arm to stabilize his center of gravity, and even surpassed it. His body was completely relaxed. The King of Fighters 97 ran away from Yagami, generally known as Little Archer, with his back bent in an extremely weird posture.

"The market is open! This time I bet on A Lao Ye to win, five silver coins."

"Don't be defeated by the villain, big brother with a broken hand."

"This time we should really be able to turn defeat into victory."

Some people saw with their own eyes that Archer became more powerful every second. He was really a fucking 999-level sword. He was the kind of genius who only needed others to demonstrate Tai Shuang 985's various sword-rolling flowers, familiarize himself with the buttons, and he could succeed in one go and use it in actual combat.

The current situation seems to be that a fool who just finished the novice tutorial practiced in the knife room for an hour and couldn't beat Kled directly.

Walman was sweating. Strictly speaking, this was the first time he saw Archer sparring with others. He didn't have the time before. He was not interested in fighting. Old Weitou, who was so stubborn, had the idea of ​​accepting disciples before. It can be seen that he was extraordinary, but Master Zeon was nothing but drinking and playing.

"I'm really afraid that you will shout out Amatras, Master!"

Ren had never been convinced by anyone, but now he really was convinced. The blind steel was adapted, the experience value doubled, the divine power could not hide tears, and Kakashi was useless.

The wilderness was swept by a gust of wind.

It was about to explode.

Like a gust of wind sweeping away fallen leaves, Archer still kicked the cripple's good leg fiercely, and attacked Magnus's unguarded right arm fiercely, without any defense at all. The weird hunched attack posture was like a tiger leaping and rushing. Master said nothing, just slashing wildly.

The sound of the knife whistled, and the sparks were like waterfalls.

There is nothing in the world that cannot be solved by a sword. The only thing to consider is whether the sword is fast enough.

Magnus was carrying too much weight, and he was carrying a mountain on his shoulders when he swung his sword.

And Archer was too light, and his mass seemed to be negative. It seemed that the universe could not bear the stench of this man and tried its best to exclude him.

Now it has reached a speed that ordinary people cannot see clearly with their naked eyes.

It is impossible to tell which one of Magnus and Archer's swords is faster, but it can only be seen that they both want to be faster than the other.

The airflow that was shaken out in circles overwhelmed the surrounding bushes, and the onlookers also stepped back a few steps.

The sound of metal clashing was deafening and dizzy. During the fight, the positions were constantly exchanged, and the sword techniques were all winding and tricky, coming and going without a trace, as fast as ghosts and phantoms.

Magnus's steps were like the wind, and the blade was like a dragon and snake swimming, fast and fierce, cutting tendons and bones with a single cut. Now it is a bit out of the scope of sparring. With more than 20 years of skills, can Archer block it?

The same despair!

Magnus experienced it twice in a short period of time. The first time came from the insurmountable deputy chief of the Old Alan Violence Agency, and now... from an unknown rogue pirate.

There were insects chirping in the grass within a radius of hundreds of meters, but it suddenly fell into a dead silence. The insects seemed to sense the instant death reaction as if their natural enemies were coming, and entered a stress-induced suspended animation.

Because he was always beaten, the alcohol withdrawal reaction was completely eliminated under the red temperature. After more than ten years, he entered the ZONE flow state, and his face was not red and his ears were swollen.

Archer's weird offensive posture was stimulated to the highest in the white-hot situation. The crazy forward dive that almost fell to the ground seemed to be walking wildly on the ground. The flying sword flow had to be chopped out of shit. At the same time, he learned from Magnus that he had no center of gravity and only relied on the inertia to return the knife. The knife was spinning, and Magnus's knife was directly scrapped in a second, and dozens of gaps were cut in an instant. The last sharp upward dragon.

A deafening bang.

The knife flew five or six meters high in the air, and finally stuck vertically into the soil.

Magnus's palms were numb, and he stared at Archer in a daze.

The master's red temperature state was finally lifted.

"Fuck you, go and give me a whole bottle of wine."

Archer had to open the champagne. He had always used his status to order others around, and he was used to it. Suddenly, a group of pirates who knew the way directly brought a bottle of wine.

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Magnus wanted to say something, "Please let me..."

Before Archer could say the words to be a teacher.

Shadi couldn't hold it anymore. It was too unreasonable! Is this right? A dog pirate who drinks too much and drops pearls every day, now you tell me that you are a rare genius?

"We'll talk later. You're awesome, Archer."

Zahak's saber was broken when he hit Joshua. Shadi came to the battle circle with his scimitar, ready to fight Archer.

Sakai Chiyo, who had traveled thousands of miles to chase her husband, told Shadi not to go up, fearing that Shadi would smell like a drunkard.

I'm a 3D person who is hated by everyone but dogs, but that doesn't mean I'm not a god of war.

He was killed instantly.

"Tonic, if you keep fighting, the master will really release Amaterasu, and Susanoo will be used!"

Ryan admonished Shadi.

"Haha, you're no match for me, you're too ugly."

Archer looked at his appearance against the blade. He was so damn handsome. He grinned and looked at his teeth. His wine-stained cavities were also so unique.

He does look like the spitting man in the hard-core cowboy movies of the 1960s, but because he smells too bad, he speaks in a vulgar way, which doesn't leave a good impression at all.

"You know qigong, so it's not strange that I use some magic."

I saw Archer instantly cast fire elemental magic, although it was only the lowest level of fire tongue magic, but...

It was too fucking explosive!

I often see Yan Jinger using arcane magic, and I think about it when I'm drunk. I look at some A books about arcane in Micah's drawer. These Liu Bei's descriptions of magic are quite professional, because they are all copied from the serious textbooks in the college.

It really made him understand the most basic things.

"Fuck you! If you are so awesome, what did you do every day before!"

Li Site was dumbfounded.