Grandmaster Hunter of Age of Mythology

In this special environment, this test is inevitable, as if it is a test deliberately arranged by fate.

Therefore, in order to cleverly conceal his strength, he deliberately chose the heavy sword, which he was relatively not proficient in.

This heavy sword is a weapon specially made for training. It is not sharpened and safety is the primary consideration.

The weight of this sword was about 20 jin, and it was just a piece of thick iron. Compared with the sharp swords used to kill enemies on the battlefield, it was far inferior in weight and quality of material.

When Kashin picked up the sword, his first impression was that it was too light. For him, who was used to fighting with all kinds of heavy and sophisticated weapons, this heavy sword was as light as a child's toy.

He quickly got used to the weight of the sword and swung it around a few times, his movements free and easy...

Every swing was accompanied by a unique sense of rhythm, as if what he was wielding was not a simple training heavy sword, but a peerless magical weapon that was in tune with his mind and was as easy as his own arm.

Then, he pointed at the most burly knight with his hand, seemingly nonchalantly. This gesture was extremely natural, as if he was randomly selecting an opponent, but it contained an indescribable aura.

The chosen knight was burly and looked strong, and should be a very powerful figure in the knight team. However, facing Kashin's seemingly unintentional finger, he involuntarily took two steps back, as if he was pushed by an invisible powerful force.

His steps were a little hurried, and his eyes revealed surprise and a hint of fear.

When their eyes met, a strong murderous intent inadvertently revealed in Kashin's eyes.

It was an aura that had been precipitated through countless life-and-death battles. Every time he faced a life-and-death moment, every fierce battle with a powerful enemy, it was like a sharp carving knife, engraving this murderous aura deeply into the depths of his soul.

This murderous aura emanated from his eyes at this moment like an invisible force, as if it had materialized and rushed straight into the depths of the opponent's soul.

The knight suddenly felt his legs trembling involuntarily, just like a weak lamb suddenly facing a ferocious wolf, his body instinctively reacting with fear.

The opposing knight clearly felt the tremendous pressure from Kashin, but he was a trained knight after all, with certain combat qualities and willpower.

So, he tried to adjust his state and dispel the fear in his heart. He took a deep breath, straightened his chest, and wanted to regain his courage and determination to fight.

However, even though he kept encouraging himself in his heart, he always felt as if he was shrouded by a mysterious force, as if he was possessed by an evil spirit, and his heart was inexplicably filled with fear.

This fear was not simple terror, but an uneasiness deep in his bones, as if he was not facing an opponent, but the god of death from the dark abyss.

However, in such a particular occasion, with so many people watching around him, he had no choice but to choose weapons helplessly.

At this time, there was a person sitting in a comfortable position on the balcony watching the game. She was the princess. She was like a delicate flower blooming on a high platform, beautiful and noble. The balcony where she was located was in an excellent position, and she could have a panoramic view of the scene in the training ground.

Her slender fingers gracefully picked a grape, gently put it into her mouth, slightly opened her rosy lips, and chewed the grape gently, enjoying the sweet and sour taste.

At this moment, the maid respectfully brought the wine, and she slowly took the wine glass, which reflected a charming light in the sun. She gently shook the wine glass, and the red wine slowly swirled inside the glass wall, emitting a charming aroma.

There was a hint of anticipation in her eyes, like a lazy cat waiting for an upcoming wonderful show. She was eager to watch the excitement of a wonderful warrior battle, a visual feast full of power and skill collision.

As for Kashin, he placed his heavy sword on the ground, and the heavy sword pierced the ground with a slight dull sound.

Afterwards, he closed his eyes and rested like an old monk who was indifferent to the world, as if all the noise around him had nothing to do with him.

He stood there, as if in a world of his own, with only a thin linen cloth on his body that fluttered gently in the breeze, forming a sharp contrast with the tense atmosphere around him.

At this moment, Kashin had no intention of competing. In his opinion, since he was in such an environment that followed the law of the jungle, he might as well act according to the rules of knightly gladiatorial combat and kill one to establish his authority first.

His idea is simple and direct. In this place where the strong prey on the weak, only by showing absolute strength can one win respect and ensure one's own survival and development.

The other knight felt extremely insulted when he saw that Kashin still had his eyes closed and seemed to not take him seriously at all.

He roared, and the sound echoed over the training ground like thunder, as if he wanted to release all the anger and fighting spirit in his heart through this roar.

Then, he raised the lance high in his hand, pushed the ground hard with his legs, and rushed towards Kashin like an angry rhinoceros.

He was extremely fast, his lance flashing coldly in the sun, and stabbed directly at Kashin's lower abdomen. This strike gathered all his strength, and he intended to use this swift and direct method to intimidate Kashin, or simply defeat him directly.

However, Kashin remained motionless, like a towering mountain, standing still, unmoved by the howling wind.

His calmness made people feel awe, as if he had already seen through all the other party's moves and was fully confident in how to deal with them.

Kashin did not move until the sharp lance was about to pierce his lower abdomen.

He held the huge sword tightly with both hands and blocked it with a thunderous force. When the sword and the gun collided, there was a deafening metal collision sound, as if the whole training ground was shaking.

The opposing knight felt the powerful force contained in Kashin's block. The force rushed towards him like a surging tide, and his body shook violently as if struck by lightning.

This force caused his blood and energy to reverse, and his originally rosy face instantly turned pale. His facial features were also instantly deformed due to the strong impact inside his body, and he looked extremely painful.

In this extremely short moment, Kashin's movements were smooth and he quickly changed from blocking to attack.

The heavy training sword in his hand smashed towards the opponent with tremendous force, and that force was completely supported by his strong physique and superb fighting skills.

The heavy sword smashed fiercely on the opponent's armor, and the solid armor was deformed and dented under Kashin's heavy blow. The burly knight was like a rag doll, and was directly blown away more than ten meters by this powerful impact.

This scene stunned everyone present. They had never imagined that the knight who seemed to have the advantage could be so vulnerable.

As the knight was knocked away, the heavy spear in his hand fell out of his hand...