In the arena, the roar of wild beasts echoed, full of vitality and hunger.

Scar first entered the field, holding a sword and shield in his hand to the center of the arena. The gate of the opposite entrance and exit has not been opened yet. This is the usual practice. The attacks of wild beasts are always unpredictable. It is common to wander for a long time and refuse to play. It is common to rush over as soon as you meet. It is also common to end the battle before the audience is ready.

Scar waited quietly on the field for a few minutes, and the gate at the entrance and exit opposite finally rose up.

Before he could see the beast, its low roar rang throughout the audience. The desert leopard slowly walked out of the gate and walked towards the center of the venue.

It was a huge beast with a fur color exactly the same as the sand in the desert. This is probably the origin of its name. It is the kind of natural predator that can be seen at a glance. The strong muscles under the fur are bulging high, the huge lower end of the forelimbs are exposed, and the green eyes are embedded in the huge head, shining in the sun.

Its long tail was straight and facing the scar. Its long sharp teeth poked out from its upper jaw and buckled in an arc against its powerful jaw.

He looks like a leopard, but much larger than a leopard. His forelimbs are thicker and his hind legs are shorter. It is obviously not the kind of beast suitable for long-distance running. However, any carnivore who is not good at running has one characteristic, that is, its short-term explosive power is stronger, its destructive power is greater, and it can subdue and kill prey that is much larger than their size. The slam of its claws will have nightmarish lethal power, which is definitely beyond the reach of human bodies.

The desert leopard stopped and looked over with his eyes. The scar did not retreat and directly met its gaze.

Its eyes are big, with green eyes, dark pupils, and a distracted look, which makes people instinctively think that it is drifting. But carnivorous animals will never drift.

Then Scar realized that he had made a mistake that he shouldn't have looked at the beast.

The desert leopard's eyes were extremely sharp, full of indescribable deterrence. It was naked and straightforward to announce to Scar that he was just a small prey. This gaze evoked fear from the hearts of humans, telling him that their race was just a natural weak person who was hunted and pursued. No matter how deep this fear was hidden, no matter how small this fear was, it was pulled out under the might of this gaze and permeated to the surface of consciousness.

In an instant, Scar's mind became blank, and the idea of ​​throwing his weapon and turning around and running away occupied his entire ideological space. He would never have beaten this terrible beast in such a battle. Fear made his feet tremble slightly, and his hands could hardly hold the shield and sword. Although his reason was trying his best to resist and told him that he could never retreat, let alone throw his weapon and escape, his instinctive fear almost won.

Just a little bit away.

The coldness of death came from the Vampire Sword, spreading upwards along his arms and reaching his heart. The indescribable stinging pain that penetrated his bone marrow suddenly regained his body.

Scar took a step back. But this was just a step back out of caution, not a runaway or abstain.

Although he knew very well that no matter what action he did, the desert leopard would eventually pounce on him, he decided not to stimulate the other party for the time being.

He suddenly realized that his hands were already covered in sweat at some point. Whether it was a shield or a sword, the metal stained with sweat was smooth. This touch made the stomach feel like it was tied.

Gods in the Star Realm! Don’t let me make a mistake at this time. Scar prayed secretly in his heart. This is the first time he has prayed to God in the arena in such a long time.

The narrow green eyes wandered, their eyes were scattered, and they were shining with an unpredictable light. No matter what these eyes wanted to do, its original goal: to shock the opponent, and thus win without fighting, has failed.

The desert leopard jumped up and rushed towards the scar.

The attack was swift but too monotonous. The distance between them was too far. Scar used a shield to protect his body and flashed through this.

The iron sheet on the surface of the shield sounded a tiny-inspiring metal friction sound. Scar saw four more scratches on the shield. Usually, only a dagger or dagger can create such marks with all the force.

The desert leopard let out a low growl, as if he wanted to express something. Then it turned its body and rushed over for the second time.

What it wants to say is no longer important.

In an instant, Scar stabbed the ferocious beast's throat with a sharp sword, but the desert leopard was much more agile than it seemed. It flashed through the sword and slammed Scar's shield with a front paw.

This grab directly cut the metal layer on the surface of the shield. It was so powerful that it staggered away with a scar, and almost lost its balance.

The Desert Leopard rushed up for the third time. This time, Scar did not dare to block the attack, but used a very skillful force-release method to block the attack with a shield.

If this power is caught on the front, it will directly separate the thighs, arms and body.

Suddenly, Scar found that he should thank those coaches, especially Shag. If he came on the court in armor at this moment, he would definitely die faster. He would never dodge so easily in armor, and even if the armor could block the claws, it would definitely not be able to block the force that could break the bones.

The desert leopard immediately gave up Scar's stupid idea. Its tail swept over and hit Scar's calves. The power of this blow would never be worse than the one swinged by a master of whip. The crisp sound of the broken bones sounded, and the severe pain came. Scar staggered and found that his legs could no longer support his body, so he could only kneel down halfway.

The desert leopard pounced on from the front.

It is not stupid at all. It is not intended to attack with its claws at all, but just a simple impact. Use its body to knock down this human who has lost its balance, and then it can do whatever it wants.

Scar raised the shield. But the shield had no effect on this kind of thrust. The desert leopard hit the shield head-on, knocked the scar down directly, and then pressed it under the body.

It pounced on its prey. Now, between it and its prey, there was only the last barrier of the shield. Its claws pressed on this annoying obstacle, trying to tear it apart or tear it apart, and then tear it apart the flesh and blood on its prey. This victory that was about to reach its mouth but was only a slight difference made it crazy. The huge claws grabbed the shield one by one, and each cut the metal surface of the shield and cut deep into the oak.

The scar was pressed down below, and the low roar of the desert leopard seemed to be recalling in his ears, and his huge weight was too heavy to break free. The carnivorous breathing filled his nasal cavity.

Scar raised his right hand and stabbed the ferocious beast pressing against him with a sword. The touch from his hand told him that the blade had passed through the thick fur, deep into flesh and blood. Because his vision was blocked, he could not tell where it had stabbed. It probably hit the neck and shoulders. Because the Desert Leopard made a roar of fear in his throat, and he bent his hind legs.

The blood of the desert leopard flowed down the blade and above the hilt of the sword, feeling warm and sticky.

Under the mixture of physical pain and bloodthirsty desire, the desert leopard burst out with new power. The iron covered on the shield could not withstand so many blows, and finally fell off, was lifted up by the sharp claws, and threw them aside. More blows fell on the shield, and oak fragments flew everywhere. It roared and screamed, and used its sharp teeth and claws to attack the already unstripped shield.

During the life and death, Scar also used his strength to feed himself. His muscles were bulging high, exerting every strength, trying his best to penetrate the sword deep, hoping to give its key organs a color.

The Desert Leopard kicked one of the hind legs forward, and the sharp claw immediately tore the coarse cloth pants, leaving a huge wound on Scar's legs. But now, Scar can't feel any pain, and his only idea was to stab the long sword deeper into Scar's body.

A crack appeared behind the shield, which was that the sharp claws had tear the thick shield, and the tip of the claws pierced a row of transparent holes on the shield. But Scar could feel that the desert leopard's movements became slower and slower, and its blows became less and less powerful. Even the huge weight it pressed on Scar was gradually reducing.

Because it can no longer maintain its previous posture, it begins to tilt to the side.

Scar took this opportunity and turned over, but instead pressed the beast under the shield. This posture made it very uncomfortable. It struggled hard, but its power had decayed very much and could not break free. Scar knelt on the ground and persevered in pushing the sword into its body. The ferocious beast let out a terrible scream, and its sound was filled with the pain of dying.

As usual, the sound did not comfort Scar.

He maintained this position, not sure how long it took. It was not until he finally made sure that the beast under the shield had been completely stiff and could not move. He loosened the shield's grip, unbuttoned the belt, and then wanted to stand up, and then realized that he could not do this.

One of his legs was bloody and flesh, while the other one was simply twisted into a strange arc that was beyond normal range.

There was silence in the arena, and no audience made a sound. Perhaps they were shocked by this thrilling battle, or Scar's own ears had lost their effect.

His hand released the sword. The sword had pierced into the beast's body too deep to pull it out. This time the magic sword played a big role. If it were an ordinary sword, it should not be pierced so deeply.

"I survived!" He suddenly raised his hands and shouted silently towards the sky.

He lowered his hands and looked around. His vision began to blur and the whole world was shaking.

What's going on? Is there an earthquake?

Scar was drowsy and suddenly had such an idea.
Chapter completed!