Wizard: I brought the wrong system

Chapter 446 The Third Round of the Battle

The old mercenary's toes lightly touched the ground, and his body leaned against the ground sideways. While rolling continuously, he used his inertia to draw out a bottle of glass potion from his waist.

However, at the critical moment when he was holding the potion tightly and was about to throw it, he was surprised to find that Yarrow had retreated to his previous position again.

"There was a stalemate in the first round, so I have the upper hand in the second round?" Yarrow asked calmly.

The old mercenary got up slowly and remained silent.

"Then, the next round is the third round, you are ready..."

Yarrow took a deep breath, and now it's time to show off his muscles!

The second level of Magic Fighting Technique - Feng Zhanyu!

The metal boots under his feet shone with dazzling light, and mysterious runes quickly wrapped his whole body like chains.

The leather armor burned like a flame, releasing bursts of gloomy light, condensing into a set of pitch-black energy armor.

Absorbing the energy of chaos, the chains of the magic pattern became thicker and thicker, interlaced with each other, and outlined into strange feathers. Countless feathers were continuously superimposed in the energy armor, and combined to form a beautiful black fire phoenix.

The black flame phoenix made a high-pitched whistling sound, spread its wings and hovered in the energy armor, as if it had become a real life, the black flames continued to surge, rubbing and colliding with Yarrow's body, bursting out tiny electric lights.

sizzle...

"The stench of the abyss?"

The old mercenary's expression became extremely serious. He threw away the steel sword in his hand without hesitation, and quickly drew out the other long sword on his back.

Judging from the appearance alone, this sword is quite similar to the previous steel sword. The only difference is that the blade exudes a more dazzling luster, exuding a solemn and sacred atmosphere, which seems to be coated with a layer of mysterious silver.

"Are you ready?"

Yarrow's voice was still very steady, his eyes were clear, and the changes around him seemed to have nothing to do with him.

The old mercenary's heart sank.

——An abyss warlock with reason?This is an enemy that has never been encountered before!

Yarrow also found that the old mercenary was genuinely hostile, and he didn't do much nonsense to explain it.

The goal of a demon hunter is to hunt monsters, which naturally includes stowaways from the abyss.

However, Yarrow, who had activated the Magic Fighting Technique, was confident that he could directly crush the old mercenary who had raised real hostility.

After defeating him, it's not too late to explain to him!

"The third round - start!"

With Yarrow's order, a pothole exploded in the ground, and his figure disappeared immediately!

"The devil retreats!"

The old mercenary shouted angrily, and the silver-plated broadsword suddenly burst into divine light!

sizzle...

The sound of intense electric arcs had just reached the old mercenary's ears, and a long cross sword was already approaching!

"So fast!"

The old mercenary secretly exclaimed in his heart, and quickly responded, his arm muscles suddenly twisted, and the silver sword emitting a holy white light immediately greeted him.

Clang——!

When the swords clashed, fiery sparks erupted, and the two sharp swords stalemate in mid-air for a moment.

The strength of the old mercenary is stronger than imagined, and it has definitely surpassed the official knight!

"Chirp—!"

Yarrow's eyes were still calm, but the black flame and fire phoenix was screaming angrily. The strange feathers shone with a deep and faint light, and the long cross sword moved towards the old mercenary's body uncontrollably.

"Drink!"

The old mercenary's face turned crimson red at a speed visible to the naked eye, the veins in his arms were bulging, and the silver sword in his hand emitted a stronger light.

——But still unable to stop the cross sword!

Suddenly, the old mercenary's footsteps staggered, and he suddenly turned sideways.

The silver sword, which is no longer suppressed, is like a taut spring, and it is quickly provoked with lightning speed.

The blade tore through the air, making a piercing sound!

But at this moment, Yarrow's figure seemed to have turned into a ghost, and he retreated suddenly, and in a situation that was completely in line with common sense, ignoring the inertia of retreating, he suddenly rushed forward again.

Instant body technique - two instant body!

In just an instant, Yarrow missed the silver sword's attack.

The cross sword is as fast as lightning!

"Snapped!"

"Uh...cough cough!"

The old mercenary who was rolling and dodging didn't wait to get up, and coughed repeatedly while clutching his throat.

After coughing a few times, he let go of his hand and looked around.

—No blood on hands!

Not injured?

He froze for a moment, then collapsed into a 'big' shape, sleeping on the muddy grass, gasping for breath greedily.

"Hahaha……"

Yarrow stood in the previous position again, looked at the embarrassed old mercenary, and said calmly:

"You have died once now, do you still have the strength? I can continue to give you opportunities."

The old mercenary lazily raised one hand, waving it as if he were holding a white chess piece.

"you win."

The old mercenary said with difficulty while panting, "I admit...ahem...you are very strong...I am not your opponent."

Yarrow smiled slightly, withdrew his magic attack, walked slowly to the old mercenary, and stretched out a hand:

"We are not enemies, I hope...you understand that."

If you still don't understand, I'll fight until you understand.

The old mercenary gasped, finally nodded, and stood up with Yarrow's hand.

At this time, the otter who was nervously watching the battle ran over quickly, crawled under the feet of the old mercenary and yelled 'ahhh', as if worried about the situation of the old mercenary.

The old mercenary rubbed the otter's head, breathed slowly, and did not speak.

Yarrow handed over the steel sword that was discarded on the ground beside him.

The old mercenary took the steel sword and said hesitantly, "You...are not an abyss warlock?"

"of course not!"

Yarrow answered emphatically.

The old mercenary nodded, not sure if he believed it or not, but silently staggered the scabbard, put the steel sword on his back, and put the silver-plated sword in the scabbard at his waist.

Yarrow pretended not to know and asked: "I have fought you three times, but I still don't know your name, how should I call you?"

"Anabe."

Yarrow thought of the self-introduction of the young demon hunter before, and added with a smile: "Manticore school, demon hunter, Anabe?"

"Not all demon hunters are from the Manticore School. I am from the Manticore School...I used to be, I have left the Manticore School a few years ago, and now I am a free mercenary, a poor vagabond."

Anabe didn't even bother to hide his identity as a witcher—a previous identity as a witcher.

Yarrow didn't refute, but asked: "So, how many tramps like you who used to be Manticore school are there?"

"What do you mean?"

Anabe turned his head and glanced at Yarrow. The messy beard on his face covered his expression. Judging from his eyes, it seemed that he really didn't understand what Yarrow meant.

"San Ferlando Empire, Ferlando Wizard Family." Yarrow pointed out two key words.

Earlier, Yarrow knew that there were senior apprentices stationed in the San Ferrando Empire, but he didn't understand why no powerful wizard apprentices came forward to stop him from cleaning up the skeletons in his earl's territory...