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Chapter 40

The vehicle drove smoothly on the already martial law road.

Before Bai Chen’s ass was hot, Deanna had already handed over a copy of the information to Eight Chen’s hand.

“Although there is no video data, this is already the intelligence we have collected for you as much as possible, and there are the battle moves and habits of the King of Swords on it, but I don’t know if it will help you.”

“I have a heart.”

Bai Chen smiled, and the resulting document began to read.

Looking at the serious look of the teenager, Deanna was also extremely worried in her heart.

The time has come.

Now the Bronze Black Cross, the fate of herself and the disciple Liliana has been maintained in the body of the Young King.

If he loses this battle, the saddest thing will definitely be the magic association of their early allegiance.

Even if the King of Swords didn’t care about anything, the other magic societies would never let go of the opportunity to fall into the stone after failure.

And, from a woman’s point of view.

She also didn’t want to have a problem with a teenager who had had an in-depth communication with her.

Not to mention their mood, Bai Chen did not have feelings of nervousness or worry after adjusting his mentality.

However, what should be serious must be serious.

Strategic contempt and tactical attention are the lessons left by the ancestors.

Even if the battle between the god killers has left the mortal realm, it still can’t get around the physique, skill, experience, and state.

Needless to say, the physique and state are all god killers, and there will be no obvious difference.

The only gap is experience and skill.

In terms of experience, Bai Chen was completely inferior.

And the skill is also the king of the sword dominant.

Bai Chen knew that if he just used the swordplay he had trained in the past two days to deal with Tony, the end would undoubtedly be very miserable.

“All knights’ swordplay can be mastered in the longest month, and in the shortest half a month, they will be able to master it, and they can also be fused into their own skills, not the kind of half-bucket of water that is pieced together…”

Even Bai Chen couldn’t help but sigh that Tony was the son of destiny.

If you don’t have a chat group to do Goldfinger, just look at luck, all the god killers in this world are the kind that open and hang to the limit.

Take Mrs. Aisha.

She was originally just the most ordinary low-caste servant in India, and had not learned any fighting skills, let alone spells or the like.

And Mrs. Aisha, on the other hand, killed a god of disobedience in a very coincidental way one day on a trip.

This coincidence is as ridiculous as encountering a strong brown bear in the wild, and when it rushes at you, you accidentally crash to death.

“Master, is the King of Swords really powerful?”

Liliana asked in a low voice.

Deanna did not speak, and Bai Chen answered in her place.

“He’s not a tough problem, he’s a very special kind.”

He played a famous meme, but unfortunately no one could pick it up.

“Salvatore is a rare swordsmanship wizard who traveled and practiced before he became a god killer, and he was able to outperform knights who used spells by relying on swordplay alone.”

Deanna said.

“That… Isn’t it a big loss for the king to fight with him? ”

Liliana’s face was worried.

It’s a loss.

Bai Chen also had to admit this.

Only…

“The God Killer does not rely on experience and skill to determine who the winner is.”

Bai Chen said lightly.

Such a gentle voice inadvertently smooths out the oppressive atmosphere in the car.

“Just like Schrödinger’s theorem, the cat inside will be in a state of both dead and alive until you open the box, and the battle between the godkillers is the same, and the future is unpredictable until the real result is reached.”

During the conversation, Bai Chen looked out the window.

Ignoring the barrier between the soundproof glass and the atmosphere, he could clearly feel that the godkillers of the same race were inviting him.

……

“It’s too slow.”

The breeze swayed under the shade of the trees.

Dressed in a crimson and ornate dress, bright blond hair like a dazzling crown maiden holding her arms and whispering softly.

“What a punctual king.”

She has a delicate face like a princess who came out of a fairy tale.

The beautiful face is childish, but it is mixed with a bit of heroism and pride.

“Don’t say more, Erica, I’m just coming as an entourage today.”

At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a silver helmet and a tall posture next to the girl whispered a warning.

He was the commander-in-chief of the Red Bronze and Black Cross, Paul Brontri.

The girl next to him is his niece, one of the only two prodigies in Italy, Erica Brontri.

“Got it, uncle.”

Erica replied.

Then he looked not far away, a young blonde man standing by the side of the road waiting.