Kapitel 19: Consequences of not wearing a helmet
"Remnant Shadow Sword!"
White Falcon used his skill again. The long sword in his hand dragged out a trail of shadows and attacked Galen.
As a profession that practiced both mental and physical strength, the Magic Swordsman's greatest characteristic was its balance.
Balance was the greatest characteristic of this profession.
However, like White Falcon, he used two advanced skills at the same time and pressed into a fierce attack.
The double depletion of physical and mental strength also placed a great burden on her body.
The stormy attack was still blocked by Galen.
However, White Falcon could clearly feel that her opponent's speed had slowed down, and her shield's stance had also become very reluctant.
This made the heart of White Falcon, who had consumed most of his mental energy, shake, and new strength surged out of his already somewhat exhausted body once again.
"As long as there are ten more swords, no, seven more swords, the stacking of the frost effect will make this guy completely lose his mobility!"
The White Falcon thought in his mind when he suddenly felt a wave of heat coming over him.
Although this heat wave was blazing, it was as if it was an illusion, and did not have a substantial effect on White Falcon.
Only when White Falcon looked at Galen, his heart sank to the bottom.
The frost that had originally climbed onto the shield had completely melted away, and Galen's movements had returned to his normal initial speed.
"Warm up is over, now it's my turn to counterattack."
Galen copied the shield and used the kite-shaped long shield as an iron plate for knocking people out.
With a "Dang" sound, he sent the White Falcon flying.
Although the White Falcon, who had excellent protective gear all over his body, didn't receive too much damage from this blow, the lousy appearance as he flew out backwards still caused an uproar outside the arena.
"Holy shit, is this real? The White Falcon was actually smashed away?!"
"The White Falcon should be out of stamina, don't look at that round of offense he just did that was fierce and eager, but the consumption of physical energy is equally great."
"Haha, if the White Falcon is planted here, that would be interesting. A superior adventurer, a magical swordsman who was hailed as a genius, to be countered by an intermediate shield guard on the field of play, just thinking about it makes me feel relieved."
White Falcon stood up with his pestle and sword, and two more blushes appeared on his originally fair face.
It was unknown whether it was caused by excessive physical exertion.
Or was it the fact that being smashed by Galen made her feel shame and humiliation.
Unforgivable! Must kill this guy!
The White Falcon originally wanted to wash away the shame of yesterday's embarrassment.
Only then did she step into the ring, intending to take revenge on Galen in public.
But now, the White Falcon not only did not have the pleasure of successful revenge, the shame and humiliation on the contrary, more and more exacerbated.
Galen looked at White Falcon's murderous eyes and said, "Killing spirit is good, but unfortunately you do not have this strength."
Galen removed the small round shield at his waist.
With a fierce step forward, a hunting wind-breaking sound erupted between the swinging arms, and the small round shield rotated and flew out, whistling and crashing towards the White Falcon.
Facing this level of attack, White Falcon didn't even raise her sword to block.
She only put her arm in front of her, the excellent quality arm armor was enough to block this attack.
Unexpectedly for White Falcon, the small round shield deflected its course before it could get really close.
Seemingly because Galen's throwing maneuver went wrong, the round shield flew around White Falcon towards the back.
The White Falcon sneered, "Hmph, it seems like you really aren't good at attacking ... uh!"
The words were forcibly interrupted, and the White Falcon's mockery froze on his face.
The small round shield that went and came back struck her hard on the back of her head, and the slamming effect triggered, smashing the talented adventurer straight to the ground.
Galen sneered, "Tsk, tsk, it looks like something will really go wrong without a helmet."
The magic crystal hovering over the ring emitted a burst of red light.
This indicated that someone in the ring had lost consciousness, or was completely incapacitated, and the match was over.
"Won? That Galen guy actually did win!"
"Although it sounds a bit magical, you all saw it, that Galen's defense is really strong!"
"If White Falcon hadn't been in such a hurry to win, and used his skills to slowly wear down that shield guard, it wouldn't have been a big problem."
"There's no point in saying this now! White Falcon's loss is a loss, and his genius title can be removed."
In the ring.
Seeing that White Falcon hadn't come to his senses for half a day, Galen was a little worried that he hadn't been smashed to death by himself.
He was about to walk over to check, when a cold wind wrapped in snowflakes suddenly appeared in the arena.
The wind and snow dispersed, and a woman with a plump body and delicate, beautiful appearance appeared beside the White Falcon.
"Master level skill?"
Although Galen had never seen a true master level skill.
However, in his former adventures, he had seen transcendent magical beasts with corresponding abilities.
White Falcon's teacher, Head Snow Eagle, picked up his unconscious disciple in a horizontal hug.
This made the White Falcon's already slender and white neck more and more beautiful and moving.
Head Snow Eagle's beautiful eyes turned to Galen, scrutinized him for a moment, and said indifferently, "You're good, I'll remember you."
Gaelen had always been a polite person.
He nodded and responded, "You are also good."
Head Snow Eagle narrowed his eyes, and the snow-white cloak draped over his body was windless.
In the end, this beautiful woman, who was over thirty years old, still did not make a move.
She picked up the White Falcon horizontally, like a noblewoman embracing a cat, and left on foot without any apparent strain.
"With the previous skill, it looks like I can't bring anyone along to teleport. To take the initiative to reveal her bottom just after meeting, this lady really doesn't see any outsiders."
Galen looked at the other party's direction of departure and thought silently.
At this time, some people in the audience had already started to shout out Galen's name.
Galen's victory wasn't just as simple as winning with weakness.
It was more of a solo adventurer, a heavy-handed revolt against the three big adventure groups and against monopolistic behavior.
Cheap equipment, plain skills.
Many of the lower and intermediate level adventurers could see their own shadows in Galen.
It gave them a sense of immersion and spontaneously felt joy and exhilaration for Galen's victory.
"Galen! Galen!"
"Galen! Galen!"
In the audience, a lady wearing mage robes and possessing long burgundy hair looked into the field with a complicated expression.
Her moist and brightly colored lips gently opened, and she followed the crowd to silently pronounce the name "Galen".
In her beautiful eyes, there was both the surprise of meeting an old friend, but also the disappointment of a change in the world, things are different.
The one hundred and six bracelet on her snow-white wrist glowed.
Her match was about to begin.
...
Galen returned to the Adventurer's Guild after the match.
He first updated the advancement information on his bracelet.
Then he came to the quest release area.
Unsurprisingly, there was no message under his quest bar.
The skill scrolls of the basic domains were supposed to be scarce because they were too niche.
In this era of transcendent power, the skills that humans could master on their own were really not worth being recorded in scrolls anymore.
As for the stomach pouch of the lava mad lizard, it was a rare material that far exceeded the intermediate skill scrolls.
Having endured the ravages of the White Falcon's blade, Galen's zither-shaped shield, again, had to be repaired at a cost.
On top of that, the third round of the tournament required appearing in a three-person squad.
There weren't many solo adventurers who could make it through the second round of the tournament in the first place.
Gaelen, who was aiming to win the championship and obtain the rewards, would also have to hurry up and find teammates.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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Rangliste 
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Stein