Fortunately, Locke didn't know what the orc warrior Croof was thinking.

Let him go to Fenglan plane to practice hard for fifty years, which is enough to give Locke a headache. If it is two hundred to five hundred years, Locke may go crazy.

He is only in his 180s this year.

The tornado has grown to its extreme under Locke's deliberate control. Being at the center of the storm and feeling the rich wind element power around it, Locke suddenly felt like he was in an underground wind tunnel in the Fenglan plane.

In terms of wind strength, this tornado already has the ability to threaten the lives of ordinary third-level creatures.

It was also at this time that the giant tornado was like a standing funnel. The wind element blade at the bottom of the funnel was the sharpest, and the powerful part suddenly hit Prince Kahn, who was as defensive as an iron hedgehog, and had no dead corners!

"Whether you can win depends on this move." The scarlet bloody eyes under the bone armor were coldly looking at Prince Kahn below.

Carne, wearing a crown thorn armor, holding a heavy sword of rolling thunder, and in a state of madness in iron blood, also understood that the next time was to decide which winner of the two sides.

"Roar!" After the heavy lion roar, Kahn's hand holding the heavy sword of the thunder tightened.

With the blessing of the true meaning of iron blood, countless blood-colored energy gathered from Prince Kahn's body with his right hand.

To be precise, it is the heavy sword gathered in his right hand.

The blood-colored light contained in the Rolling Thunder Sword became deeper.

Facing Locke's last blow, the Lion Prince seemed to be planning to use the power bonus brought by the iron-blooded madness to collide head-on.

This is indeed in line with the temperament of the Rhine lions.

After being blackened by Locke for a long time, Prince Kahn was already full of anger.

Although the most rational way is to temporarily avoid Locke's last blow to preserve his strength.

In this case, Prince Kahn, who survived this move, will easily win the competition.

But how could the arrogant royal lions choose this kind of "coward" approach?

From the aspects that the enemy is proud of, defeating the opponent with pure power is the true nature of the orcs.

"Blood Blade Slash!" The huge blood-colored blade was thrown out from Prince Kahn's heavy thunder sword.

This move also consumed almost two-thirds of Kahn's remaining strength.

The collision of the storm and the blood blade caused the Imperial Guard's schoolyard to suffer ruthless ravages and baptisms again.

The ground was lifted up, and a huge stone mill of five meters in diameter rolled into the sky under the traction of the storm.

The orc samurai who were watching near the school grounds had obviously retreated again and again, but they still had the illusion that they were about to be blown down by this huge force.

"The situation is a bit out of control, this is not possible! The Imperial Guard can be regarded as my Kroof's territory, so I have to control it a little." The Tago tiger warrior who had been standing there murmured, as if the energy impact around him had not affected him.

A touch of blood-colored energy was produced on Kluff's body surface, which was a manifestation that only after he practiced iron blood to the extreme.

Kroof's blood-colored energy quickly took action, and a faint energy shield was shrouded around the school ground.

While Croof took action, there was another person on the school field who also took action.

A black dark elemental magic, passing away in the blink of an eye

The storm became calm and the blood blade disappeared. At this time, two level 3 creatures showed abnormal weakness and fatigue on the school ground.

Prince Kahn looked miserable at this time. Not only was the crown thorn armor he wore was completely scrapped, but the wounds everywhere in his body were also very eye-catching and terrifying.

If such injuries are placed on magicians or orc priests, they will definitely be a serious injury if they are not dead.

But when it comes to Prince Kahn, a third-level orc warrior, he is just a moderate injury.

These wounds look scary, but in fact, Kahn can recover as much as he did after one or two weeks of cultivation.

Compared with Kahn, Locke, who suddenly appeared in front of him, would be much luckier.

At least he didn't have many obvious scars on his body at this time.

After the dark element shield flashes for a few seconds, it gradually turns into bits of elemental power and disappears into invisible.

Before completely dissipating, the most striking thing about this dark element shield is a huge dent in the center.

Obviously, the culprit that caused such a dent was the blood blade released by Kahn.

But what made all the orcs even more unbelievable was how this mere dark element shield blocked Prince Kahn's blood blade attack.

Although the power of Rock Storm is weakened first, it can block Prince Kahn's bloody power. The strength of this dark element shield has attracted the attention of all orcs.

At the declining angle of the Imperial Guards' Academy, a magician wrapped in a black robe stood quietly.

Many orcs present were not unfamiliar with the magician, because they had just cooperated with the magician to extract two tubes of their own blood in exchange for generous rewards.

"I was defeated. Prince Kahn, you are indeed a strong opponent." Locke sighed and said actively.

If Asar had not had the sudden intervention of his actions, his ending would have been much worse than this prince.

There is no ten fighting spirit left on his body. In that crisis situation, Locke, who even had no time to take out the magic scroll, was the only result of being severely injured by the Blood Blade.

Locke's acceptance of defeat made Kahn roll his eyes. He thought it was just an ordinary competition, but even Prince Kahn himself did not expect that it would eventually develop into this situation.

Both sides unchanged their transformations, Locke recovered to a physique of 1.8 meters, while Prince Kahn recovered to three meters.

"Give it!" After returning to its original appearance, Prince Kahn first took off his crown thorn armor with heartache, and then extended his lion claws to Locke.

Resisting his smile, Locke handed over the two third-level biological crystal nuclei that he promised to Prince Kahn in this battle.

After buying two crystal cores, Prince Kahn's face looked a little better.

For this extra money, he was injured and his armor was destroyed. Prince Kahn really regretted agreeing to the human knight's competition.

With the feeling of weakness coming from his body, Locke walked towards Ashar on the edge of the arena.

"Thank you, otherwise I might have to lie in Shabak's hotel for a while," Locke said to Ashal.

A sticky orange potion was thrown to Locke by Ashal. Locke is no stranger to this potion. It was the concentrated potion he hated when he was seriously injured in the Fenglan plane.

The strange smell of the concentrated potion made Locke frown.

However, after taking it, the feeling of warmth and strength coming back from the belly still made Locke temporarily forget the unpleasantness brought by his taste buds.
Chapter completed!