The second person who traveled through time and space and became a pig

"Why, you want to use such a poor fighting spirit to deal with me? What a pity! It is of no use to me."

Old Scar looked at the opponent in front of him calmly, and his tone was calm as if he had long been accustomed to such scenes. In fact, I was not completely sure that I could defeat the opponent, but when I faced a challenge of this level, a sense of confidence would naturally surge in my heart.

This confidence does not come from the absolute advantage of my own strength, but from years of experience and accumulation. In the process of countless confrontations with various opponents, Lao Ba gradually understood a truth: a truly strong person must not only have extraordinary skills, but also have a firm and calm heart.

At this moment, Lao Ba stood here, facing the seemingly powerful enemy in front of him, without any fear in his heart.

He knows his own strengths and the tricks his opponent may have hidden. However, it is this understanding of himself and his opponent that makes him full of confidence.

I narrowed my eyes slightly, carefully observing my opponent's every move, trying to find his flaws. At the same time, I adjusted my breathing, gathered all my strength, and prepared to attack at any time. The air around me seemed to become heavy because of my concentration, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Hearing these disdainful words, the third prince on the opposite side was stunned for a moment, then he chuckled.

"Haha, you are quite interesting. How dare you say that fighting spirit has no effect on you? If it were the High Priest, I'm afraid that with just one blow, the broken hammer in your hand would be smashed to pieces! Your so-called fighting spirit is ineffective, but in the eyes of the High Priest, it's just a mantis trying to stop a chariot."

His voice was full of disdain and ridicule, as if he was protesting to Old Scar. However, I was not angered by his words, but instead a strong fighting spirit surged in my heart. I held the hammer tightly in my hand, feeling the power coming from it, and stared forward with a firm gaze, not flinching.

Facing the provocation of the Third Prince, Old Scar knew that he could not take it lightly. Although his strength was indeed strong, Old Scar also had his own beliefs and persistence. Old Scar believed that as long as I stayed calm and exerted my true strength, I would be able to defeat him.

Old Scar took a deep breath, adjusted his state, and prepared for the next more intense battle. He knew that this battle would be very difficult, but he was fully prepared. No matter what difficulties and challenges he encountered, he would not give up easily. Because I understand that only by defeating the enemy in front of me can I move towards a broader world.

"You're not going to attack? Are you scared? Hahahahaha... I'm coming!" The ninth leader of the Lionmen, Old Scar, shouted provocatively. His voice was deafening, as if it would shake the whole world. His eyes were full of contempt and disdain, as if he didn't take his opponent seriously at all.

He held the sledgehammer tightly in his hand and without hesitation smashed it hard at the enemy in front of him, the third prince of the tiger man.

The sledgehammer drew a sharp arc in the air, with unparalleled power, and went straight towards the third prince.

However, surprisingly, this time the hammer still did not condense any fighting spirit, it was just like an ordinary piece of iron.

But at this moment, the arm muscles of Lao Ba, the leader of the nine lion men, suddenly tensed up, like a bowstring stretched to the extreme, full of power.

The sledgehammer in his hand was like an arrow shot from a bow, rushing forward with astonishing speed and power.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and everyone's eyes were focused on this thrilling scene.

The route of the hammer was not fancy at all, it was like a bolt of lightning that smashed straight towards the third prince of the Lakers.

The third prince of the Lakers was shocked when he saw this. He certainly could not choose to confront it head-on, so he resolutely decided to adopt a flexible movement strategy to deal with this thundering blow.

He just flashed and dodged the attack of the hammer with a speed that ordinary people could hardly imagine.

However, the power of the hammer was too great. Although the third prince of the Lakers tried his best to avoid it, he was still shaken by the strong wind it created.

There was a dull "bang" sound, and the iron hammer of Lao Ba, the ninth commander of the Lion Men, hit the ground.

In an instant, smoke and dust filled the air, and a deep gully appeared on the originally flat ground.

This scene shocked everyone. They opened their eyes wide, unable to believe what was happening before their eyes.

The third prince of the Lakers quickly got up from the ground, looked at Old Scar vigilantly, and prepared for the next round of attack.

It was incredible for the third tiger prince that the lion man on the opposite side could actually reach this level. It could be seen that the enemy on the opposite side was also a diligent and hard-trained person.

No matter what the other side does, the battle continues and intensifies!

The third prince glanced sharply at the hammer that hit the ground, then swung the dagger in his hand forward without hesitation, and pounced towards the lion man Old Scar like an arrow.

The dagger in his hand was flashing with dazzling golden light, as if it contained endless power.

This golden light shot out as fast as lightning, and hit Lao Ba's chest directly. Although Lao Ba was wearing solid iron armor, the defensive ability of the armor was extremely limited in the face of such a powerful fighting spirit attack.

At this moment, a surge of blue fighting spirit suddenly emerged from the iron armor, sweeping over like a surging sea wave.

When the short knife scratched the surface of the fighting spirit, it made a sharp and piercing friction sound, as if it was going to tear the entire space apart.

However, under the powerful protective effect of fighting spirit, the short knife could not break through its defense line at all, let alone hurt Lao Ba.

After the violent collision, the dagger was bounced away and out of Lao Ba's body. Lao Ba looked down and was surprised. He never expected that the seemingly not very strong tiger man would move so quickly and fiercely.

At this point, Lao Ba knew that he could no longer keep it a secret. If he was careless, he would be defeated by this fierce opponent. Facing such a strong enemy, he had to go all out and use all his skills.

Lao Ba's sword finally recovered and swept out one by one, attacking the third prince of the tiger man who had just passed by.

Feeling the strong wind coming from behind him, the third tiger prince did not dare to slack off at all. He pushed the ground with his feet suddenly, and the whole person flew up from the ground like a light kite. Then he did a beautiful kite flip, his movements were smooth and seamless, and he landed steadily behind the eighth brother again.

This move not only cleverly avoided Old Scar's fierce attack, but also created a great opportunity for himself to attack. The third tiger prince held a short knife in his hand, with a determined light flashing in his eyes. He did not hesitate to slash at Old Scar's back.

However, at the moment when the third tiger prince jumped up, Old Scar had accurately predicted that his landing point was right behind him. So, the big knife in Old Eight's hand did not stop, and it spun backwards with unparalleled momentum.

At this moment, the third tiger prince behind him had already swung a fatal knife, and Old Scar's knife also swept back with the force of thunder. This seemed to be a fierce battle like reincarnation, with both sides attacking and defending, closely intertwined, and every confrontation was full of thrills and excitement.

In this life-and-death contest, no one is willing to leave room for maneuver, and no one will be merciful. This is an extremely cruel battle, and only the winner can survive. Every moment determines life and death, and if you are not careful, you may become the soul of the opponent's knife.

At this moment, the competition is not only about speed, but also about psychological quality. Whoever can stay calm at the critical moment and dare to face the test of life and death will be able to take the initiative in the battle. As long as you are not afraid and your moves are fast enough, you can completely defeat the enemy and achieve the final victory.

Seeing the big knife flashing with cold light in Lao Ba's hand attacking again, the third tiger prince couldn't help but take a breath, but he did not stop his actions and continued to slash at Lao Ba fiercely.

The same was true for Old Scar. He also noticed that the attack of the Third Tiger Prince was very close to him, but he still gritted his teeth and tried his best to push the fighting spirit in his body, allowing it to continuously flow into the big sword and provide it with more powerful power.

The two men's eyes met. At this moment, they were competing not only in strength, but also in endurance!

The dagger chopped towards Lao Ba at an astonishing speed. With a crisp "click" sound, the hard armor on Lao Ba's body was split into two halves!

However, at this thrilling moment, Lao Ba's body suddenly flashed with a dazzling fighting spirit light, like a burning flame.

This ray of fighting spirit appeared in time, blocking the broken knife that had already cut into the skin. Although a little blood seeped out, it did not cause much impact on the battle for this powerful third-level warrior.

Old Scar's sword also chopped over, but it was still slower than the Third Prince's sword. However, at this time the Third Prince was in the middle of a battle with the fighting spirit outside of Old Scar's body, and he did not dare to stop.

The broadsword swept out and directly chopped the body of the third prince of the Lakers. The third prince was wearing leather armor on his body. Although the texture was much better than ordinary leather armor, it was obviously impossible for you to block the attack of the broadsword. The leather armor was easily cut open the moment it came into contact with the broadsword.

In an instant, a stream of bright red blood spurted out from the abdomen of the third tiger prince. At the same time, a powerful fighting spirit emerged from his body, trying to block the attack of the big knife and prevent it from further invading his body.

In fact, it was not that the Third Tiger Prince was unwilling to release his fighting spirit in advance, but after experiencing a fierce battle, there was very little fighting spirit left in his body.

Lao Ba and Mengzi quickly drew back their swords and swung them at the third tiger prince again without hesitation.

Once they gain an advantage in a battle, any strong person will not easily let go of this opportunity, and will do their best to pursue the victory and strive to defeat the opponent in one fell swoop. Similarly, Lao Ba also adopted this strategy.

Although there is no fighting spirit attached to the surface of the broadsword, its length, weight, and the power generated when wielded by a third-level warrior are enough to give the broadsword an attack power equivalent to fighting spirit.

The tiger man's third prince, who was injured in the abdomen, moved much slower than before. At this moment, the broadsword suddenly chopped down! The tiger man's third prince didn't even have time to dodge, so he could only grit his teeth, bite the bullet, and raise the short sword in his hand to meet it.

When the short knife collided with Old Scar's broadsword, a huge force like a tidal wave instantly spread through his arm and throughout his body. The Third Prince felt as if he was lifting a thousand-pound mountain, and this mountain was constantly adding weight to the burden. Every second, he was under indescribable pressure, and this feeling was terrible!

His legs began to tremble and his knees gradually bent, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted. Sweat flowed from his forehead like a spring, soaking his clothes. He stared at the enemy in front of him with wide eyes, and swore in his heart: I must not fall down!

"How about it, little tiger man, this feels good, right, hahahaha?" Although he was chatting and laughing, Lao Ba didn't feel too good either. He almost used up all his strength, but the tiger man in front of him still didn't lose his fighting spirit because of his big knife, but still insisted on resisting him.

"Haha, I fought two rounds, but you just came up. Now you have a slight advantage in fighting spirit, but this is not a real victory over me!"

Although the Third Prince only has the strength to resist now, he cannot let the opponent feel comfortable. This is what he learned from Tian Ye. Only by constantly provoking the opponent on the battlefield can one have a chance to win.

"If you lose, you lose. Why are you still looking for excuses? Does anyone care how many battles you fought on the battlefield? This is a battlefield, okay? This is not playing house."

Old Scar obviously disagreed with the tiger man's statement. There was no such thing as equality on the battlefield. Whoever defeated the opponent was the winner. If you lost, there was no need to say anything.

"Failure? It seems to be a draw. Do you still have strength?" Suddenly, the third prince of the tiger man asked back.

"You little tiger man, it seems that you really won't cry until you see the coffin. I will let you know the difference between you and me."

Old Scar exerted his strength again, and gathered all the energy in his body on the sword. Immediately, a gravity was applied to the arm of the ancient third prince, and the third prince's arm was bent even more. The great pressure made the third prince of Hulin bear the huge force, causing the whole body and the whole arm to ache, and the bones were creaking. Maybe it would break in the next second.

In a pure power contest, the people on top still have many advantages. The planet itself has charm, and this is the advantage. The advantage lies on the side of the poet Lao Ba, and the tiger man's third prince is obviously at a disadvantage.

Looking at the painful expression of the third prince of the tiger man, Lao Scar smiled slightly. Although he had used almost all of his fighting spirit on the sword, this also resulted in the third prince of the tiger man having no ability to fight back.

"How is it? Little Tiger, do you still have the strength to speak?"