Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Chapter 57 55. Psychic power? Psychic!

Endurance, Duel Cage.

Now.

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The bright white light shone on the duel cage, reflecting a hazy white halo in the dark duel hall.

The two people on the stage stood still and prepared their postures.

The sickle and the sword face each other.

"Buzz——"

Domingo, a veteran from Terra, stabbed directly with his long sword, and hit Haznir directly on the stage with the sword's light without mercy.

Haznier started to defend, but as if he had already predicted Haznier's next step, Domingo suddenly increased his speed and broke into the defense from Haznier's side. The sword flashed out. In just a moment, Haznier Red bloodshot veins appeared on Znir's arms and neck!

It's just a trick!

If Domingo had held a fully bladed long sword, Haznir might not be able to stand on the duel stage like he is now.

The outcome is decided!

Haznir glanced at the veteran Domingo unwillingly and angrily, but the burning scratches on his shoulders and neck were like chains, reminding him that he had already become a defeated enemy.

He jumped off the stage in silence.

On the stage, Domingo stood there like a stubborn stone with no intention of leaving.

On the Barbarus side of the audience, some were silent, some were dissatisfied, there were crowds of people, there was some confusion and noise, but no one dared to come on stage for a duel.

Haznir is usually among the top three winners in the duel cage. These people in the audience have all been defeated by Haznir more or less, and they know that they are not as good as them.

But Vox, the only one left who could defeat Haznir, suddenly disappeared. He who usually watched the fight in the duel cage was not here for some reason.

The veterans of Terra remained silent. Even if some veterans did not approve of Domingo's behavior, all they could do at the moment was wait.

The tall body of the original body remained motionless, like a withered bone, the smoke was lingering, and the smell of poisonous gas quietly penetrated everyone's nostrils.

The face covered by the hood, gas mask, and smoke made it difficult to see the original body's mood at the moment.

Mortarion was waiting too.

The atmosphere was somewhat stalemate, and the little commotion that had just started among the Barbarus crowd gradually calmed down, and silence once again enveloped the entire hall.

Veteran Domingo stood proudly and silently on the stage, like a stone knight guarding a treasure, waiting for the challenger who arrived without permission.

Footsteps broke the silence.

Calastiphon stepped out slowly and walked to the stage silently. He glanced at the weapon rack and pulled out the sickle that the two Barbarians had just used.

Typhon walked to Domingo's position, raised his sickle, and took a stance.

Veteran Domingo also raised his sword again and looked at Typhon opposite with a calm face.

The primarch remained motionless.

"Buzz——"

The duel begins!

Domingo continued his strategy, using the same move to stab with a long sword, trying to defeat the incompetent recruit on the opposite side in the shortest possible time.

He is not afraid of Carastyphon's moves based on the ideas from the previous game. Most duels on the battlefield are often about crushing strength and speed. Combat skills are reserved for those enemies who are evenly matched!

As for these new recruits who have not completed a whole Terran year since the transformation surgery, unless they are extremely talented, their current training intensity is simply not comparable to these battle-hardened veterans.

However, there was no fear or contempt on Calastyphon's face. He directly used his sickle to block the thrust of the sword, and then increased his speed to block Domingo's second blow.

The whole process was smooth and smooth, unlike the two recruits just now!

Domingo was a little surprised. Normally, he didn't notice Typhon on the other side of Barbarus's duel cage. Calastyphon was not a frequent visitor to the duel cage.

This is a stumbling block that appears halfway——

But this does not affect the outcome of this battle at all!

Domingo did not retreat, but directly used the momentum of his sprint to fight against Calastiphon. His sword was as flexible as a twisted snake in an attempt to pierce Calastiphon's defense.

In comparison, the long and wide attack range of the scythe pales in an instant. The scythe, which is not suitable for close defense, cannot exert its best effect at all. Calastiphon can only use the scythe pole to continuously block Domingo's attacks. Attacking, the sickle became more and more cumbersome under the thrust of the long sword.

Calastiphon tried to distance himself, but Domingo did not give him this chance at all. He clung to Calastiphon without giving him any chance to retreat and attack again.

Compared to Terra veteran Collina, who was on the field, Domingo appeared more aggressive, with a sharp aura that oppressed the recruits on the opposite side!

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that if this offensive continues for a few more breaths, Carastiphon will be the loser!

But Calastiphon did not appear panicked, and still struggled to hold the sickle to block Domingo's attack.

Oh, you arrogant brat.

Domingo took his time and continued to maintain the rhythm of the attack. The already fast attack speed was still slowly increasing——

Finally, there is a flaw!

Domingo lowered his sword, then raised his uppercut, giving up his own defense, and the sword tip went straight towards the heart of Calastiphon!

Under the senses of both sides dueling to the extreme, time seemed to slow down. Domingo clearly saw the cold light flashing slowly on the sword, and——

An imperceptible touch of frost suddenly appeared on the sword! ! !

What? ! ! !

Domingo's eyes suddenly shrank, and the veteran's instinct made him want to subconsciously defend himself, but by now, it was too late. The thrusting sword could not be easily recovered.

Domingo felt the pressure around him suddenly increase! His movements also stagnated, and he raised his eyes to look at Karastyphon opposite. There was an imperceptible smile on the corner of the recruit's mouth.

This guy is a psyker! ! !

Although Domingo immediately adjusted his posture, in a fierce battle, a short moment was enough to determine life or death. Calastiphon immediately grabbed Domingo's flaw, slashed the sickle from under his body, and directly avoided his arms, Getting into Domingo's chest——

The outcome is decided!

The moment Calastiphon's scythe tip touched Domingo, both parties stopped moving together.

Domingo's sword was still an inch away from Karas, but Karas's scythe actually touched Domingo's chest.

The annoying cold air quickly faded away, and it seemed that except for the two people on the field, the rest of the spectators were unaware of the psychic fluctuation just now.

Domingo's pupils trembled, and he wanted to open his mouth to say something, but when he raised his eyes and saw Calastyphon's face——

There was no trace of luck or joy on that face, but an expression of seriousness and respect!

This guy disguises himself well!

Wait, this recruit’s moves just now are very similar to the moves used by the Death Guard Think Tank? !

how come?

Domingo felt quite puzzled, but on the duel stage, his failure was already certain, and he could not stay for long, so he had to jump off the stage and hide in the crowd.

There was a commotion in the Terran crowd.

Carastiphon stood there, not seeming to intend to continue fighting like the previous ones, but instead turned around and walked towards the weapons platform.

Seeing this victory, Barbarus' side burst into cheers again.

The original body continued to maintain a still posture, but the incense burner on Mortarion's body lightly bumped, and the clear but weak sound was quickly drowned in the noise of the crowd.

Karas, Karas, my friend, is this what you want?

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