The duel is finally about to begin.

When Zhao Feng thought of this, he was excited. In his heart, he should be a warlike person. He had been looking forward to this battle for a long time.

This duel attracted attention.

Under the ring, at least a few thousand people stood, surrounding the entire ring. They held the stubs that had been placed in their bets and kept cheering for the people they bets.

Looking at this scene, Zhao Feng felt very familiar. He remembered that he was now like a black market boxer in the movie, fighting life and death with his opponents. Next to him was a group of gamblers who were focusing on betting.

"You must win if you beat him to death!"

"Kill, I've placed a heavy bet, you must win!"

"Call it, fight quickly, stop being slow!"

Everyone was shouting in the audience. The eyes of these people were filled with a fanatical atmosphere, which made the scene immersed in a hot and boiling atmosphere.

Compared to Zhao Feng's calmness, Cicele from the Mercenary Guild was not very adaptable. Cicele was relatively slender, wearing a white dress, looking handsome and handsome, with long hair tied behind his head, and his golden and handsome face, which looked very beautiful. His fingers were slender and powerful, holding a long sword, and looking chic.

Although Cicel is already a master of silver, he still feels uncomfortable with the duel under such a high-profile view. In his opinion, duel is a sacred thing, how can it be linked to money? Looking at the crazy gamblers, the expression on his handsome face gradually became a little disgusted.

"It's so noisy!" Cicel held the sword in his hand and said coldly: "Why do you want to play a gambling game? What's the use of making money if you're going to die."

"How do you know that I must be dead? Besides, it's just an ordinary duel, there is no need to involve life and death." Zhao Feng was not afraid of Cicele at all. He was not inferior to this silver master in momentum, but was very calm. Bernice's cruel special training for him these days has improved his level very quickly.

Cicel said: "Although the people in the guild told me to let you go so that I can avoid making trouble. But I don't think so. My sword is a killing sword, and I have never had the habit of letting people go."

"Okay, I'm willing to learn it." Zhao Feng also took out a long sword of his own, stood silently on the side, and secretly gathering momentum.

Hearing Cicel's words, he was not afraid or afraid.

"The soldiers come to block the enemy, and the water comes to the earth. Even if I die, I will die vigorously." After getting on the ring, Zhao Feng's momentum had long gone forward.

Bernese looked at Zhao Feng with attention in the audience, a little nervous. She could see that the Cicele in front of her was not an embroidered pillow, but really had some skills. Fighting with him with life and death requires great courage and confidence. If you are a little careless, you will easily lose your life.

"You must win." Bernice held the dagger in her hand tightly and looked at the scene with attention, deciding that if Zhao Feng was in danger, she would go up and protect his safety immediately.

This duel attracted the attention of many people. In the best viewing position in the audience, a VIP seat was set up, and there were some well-known figures sitting inside.

Hans, the lord of Sunset City, as well as some nobles from the imperial capital, as well as some leaders of the Mercenary Guild, gathered here to pay attention to the duel.

Although neither Zhao Feng nor Cicele did, everyone could feel a strong momentum and a tense atmosphere that was breathless.

"kill!"

After Zhao Feng confronted Cicele for a minute, Cicele, who had a slightly less patient, rushed towards Zhao Feng immediately, intending to resolve the battle as soon as possible.

Before the duel, Cicele also did some homework. After inquiring, he knew that Zhao Feng's level was average, at most it was just the level of a bronze warrior, which was even worse than that of a silver warrior.

Although Zhao Feng was in Sunset City at this time, Cicel knew that he was just a superficial scenery and nothing particularly good about it.

Cicel's eyes showed cold murderous intent, and he suddenly waved the long sword in his hand. A green fighting spirit shot out from the sword and attacked Zhao Feng's vital points.

Seeing this scene, the Mercenary Guild and a group of playboys from the imperial capital burst into loud cheers. The Lord of Sunset City and some others showed a worried expression.

Zhao Feng was not nervous at all, and was not affected by the green fighting spirit in front of him. Instead, he smiled even more, and the sword in his hand also emitted a fighting spirit.

"Four-colored fighting spirit!"

Compared to Cicel's green fighting spirit, Zhao Feng's fighting spirit is much more complex in color, but in terms of momentum, it is not inferior to the other party's fighting spirit.

"Bang!"

The two fighting spirits intersected and made a huge sound, causing the temporary wooden ring to shake.

"good!"

This time, the ones who called out the most were naturally the closest people of Zhao Feng, such as Victor and Bernice. The one who was most excited was Bernice, who did not look as cold as usual.

Cicele was surprised. He originally thought that Zhao Feng was just a fancy air, and no matter how powerful he was, he was as good as a bronze warrior. However, he did not expect that Zhao Feng's fighting spirit was so powerful that he was comparable to him.

"kill!"

Cicel was aroused by the ferocity in his heart, roared, defended the vital points on his body with a fighting shield, and then held the long sword and fought with Zhao Feng at close range.

Zhao Feng was also not afraid of such a fight. The long sword in his hand emitted several fighting spirits again, colliding towards Cicel, intersecting with his fighting spirit shield again, making a loud noise.

The wind roared, and the sword energy was terrifying.

These two people were evenly matched on the stage, and there was no way to tell which one had the upper hand.

The playboys from the imperial capital all showed horror. They had already known Cicel's reputation very clearly in the imperial capital and knew his level. For this reason, they bought Cicel all this time to win.

"A waste duel with a silver warrior, you don't have to think about it, you know what to buy." Hearing the man who was stupid and had a lot of money, these people all smiled confidently and placed a heavy bet to buy Cicel to win.

However, the waste seemed to be quite powerful in front of me. Several times, Zhao Feng's fighting spirit almost hurt Cicele, which made these guys extremely nervous.

You know, these people almost invested their entire wealth. If Cicel lost, all their private money would be ruined.
Chapter completed!