Chapter 111

Bill didn't know, Dickron knew all too well, but he couldn't resist Starbuck's trash talk.

Because it wasn't those insulting words that really made him angry, he had long been used to hearing them from childhood.

What really made him angry, and even panicked, was that his heart was shaken, and he somewhat agreed with Starbuck's words.

He is just taciturn, and he is not a fool. Although he doesn't say some things, he keeps them all in his heart.

If he lost his current force and became a useless person, how would Bill treat himself?

Just having a beginning in his mind, Di Kelong didn't dare to continue thinking about it.

Bill's cold-blooded side, he has seen too much, there is no need for Starbuck to describe it to him, because many times, as Starbuck said, he is acting as the executioner.

I have never thought about it like this before, and I feel at ease after everything.

But when this idea appeared, it was like a shadow, lingering in my heart and rolling over and over.

The great knights charge on foot, they are comparable to war horses, let alone the champion knights, it is no exaggeration to describe it as a whirlwind.

The eyes of ordinary people can hardly keep up with the swinging speed of his legs, and the feet are like springs. Although it is not possible to step on the pit with every step, it is inevitable to bring up dust.

It's a long story, but in fact the cheers from the audience haven't completely died down. The two champion knights have already played against each other for more than a dozen draws.

The distance between the two got closer, then further away, and then closer again. In just ten seconds, they circled the arena twice.

As champion knights, there are still differences in physical fitness between the two, which is directly related to body shape and individual genetic quality.

In terms of size, the tall and burly Starbuck is superior in terms of strength and physique, which is determined by the well-developed muscle groups. At their level, they can basically squeeze out their own potential and rarely appear It was the reversal situation of ordinary people, fat and strong being overwhelmed by an inconspicuous little man in the field of strength.

The slightly thinner Di Kelong has an advantage in speed, not to mention the small air resistance, the completely different types of armor on the two of them also marked the route they took, and his bloody armor sacrificed part of the weight And protection, in exchange for faster speed.

Di Kelong's speed is slightly faster than Stabuck's.

But the arena is not a track and field arena, and the competition is not just about speed.

Even if Di Kelong possessed amazing archery skills, once he opened his bow and shot an arrow, his speed would slow down involuntarily. The size of the arena is limited, and once Starbuck's prediction is correct, his path will be directly blocked.

In more than ten seconds, Di Kelong was within three meters of Stabuck three times. Each time, Stabuck only had time to unleash a sword, and each time was a series of dangers.

If you describe the great knight's swordsmanship as amazing.

Then the swordsmanship of the champion knight is miraculous.

If it is a great knight's swordsmanship, it is called an art.

The swordsmanship of the champion knight can be called the treasure of art, the best of the best.

If you really want to describe the champion knight's swordsmanship, it's still those three words - fast, accurate, and ruthless.

When these three words reach an extreme at the same time, the degree of horror is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

The two of them didn't have a fixed routine at all, they all reacted on the spot.

The exclamation in the audience never stopped from the beginning to the end, one wave after another, one wave higher than the other, dazzled and dizzy, everyone sighed, just for these ten seconds, this one silver coin ticket Value for money.

No matter how many arrows there are, there will always be a time when they run out.

It took less than two minutes for Di Kelong to shoot three pots of arrows, causing little damage to Starbuck, and it was hard to say that he could even consume his physical strength. After all, he was also moving at high speed during the whole process.

Di Kelong threw away his longbow and drew his double knives.

Every gladiator is an all-rounder. I dare not say that he is proficient in all eighteen weapons, but he is familiar with every weapon, which is inevitable.

There is a kind of gladiator fight called life and death game. In this kind of fight, the gladiator does not wear any weapons and armor to play. There are some weapons scattered in the field. Which weapon can be grabbed depends on luck. Many times It is a very lucky thing to have a weapon, how can I be qualified to pick and choose.

Di Kelong, who was born as a slave gladiator, is naturally the best among them. The bow and arrow are only the long-range attack methods he is good at, and the melee combat is not necessarily bad.

Starbuck did not take advantage of the situation to attack, but stood far away, and the cynicism never stopped.

"I've told you a long time ago that your archery skills are at best for dealing with those who are not in class. It's useless to meet really good players. For example, like me, the sword is the fastest way to tell the winner. !"

"I know you still have the last unrealistic fantasy in your heart, why don't we do an experiment today and let you see their real faces."

"I'm not interested in anything you say!" Di Kelong said coldly.

If someone can easily defeat him with words, Di Kelong is not qualified to go to where he is today, and has long been a part of the corpse pit.

The three pots of arrows shot into the air, and although it didn't cause any damage to Starbuck, part of the rage in his heart was vented, and part of his sanity returned.

This time, he made up his mind that no matter what Starbuck said, he would adopt the principle of not listening or believing, and according to the original plan, he would win this year's gladiatorial championship, and wait until the end of the game to discuss the rest.

Because any decision made now is blind, who knows if Starbuck's calculations are hidden in it.

Years of fighting has indeed made the two feel sympathetic to each other, but this is only in terms of force. For both sides, at least for Di Kelong, he disagrees with many of Starbuck's lifestyles.

In terms of character, I can't even talk about understanding. How could he embark on the road of rebellion because of the other party's righteous remarks?

Not before entering the arena, and even less on the arena.

"Since you are still awake, I will wake you up!"

Starbuck is also not the kind to give up easily. He firmly believes in his own judgment and strategy. When he sees the ugly faces of these cold-blooded animals, Di Kelong will join him sooner or later.

"kill!"

"kill!"

The two roared at the same time, charged towards each other, and launched the most intense frontal collision.

clank!

This is the sound of swords clashing.

touch!

This is the sound of physical collision.

Laymen watch the excitement, while insiders watch the doorway.

Laymen are dazzled and excited to see them one by one. They only feel that the speed is so fast and the power is so great, but they have no idea about the specific speed and power. Six seconds is almost the same, the existence they can only look up to in this life.

But in the eyes of an insider like Xiao En, it is completely different. They can easily measure how fast and how powerful the opponent is.

One by one, they were dripping with cold sweat, because they couldn't help substituting themselves into it, and found that the other party's casual move could kill them.

Before this, Xiao En had always thought that it was nonsense for masters to fight for hundreds of rounds. It was all fiction. In reality, close combat usually ends within one or two strokes.

Now it seems.

Purely my own ignorance.

When two evenly matched champion knights meet, the impossible becomes possible.

Both of their anticipation and perception reached a peak, which made it difficult to kill with one blow, because when the sword passed by, the opponent's weapon was already waiting there.

From the eyes of others, the two sides seemed to have practiced countless times, ping-pong-pong, and the fight was extremely gorgeous, like a fake fight, but this is just a layman's opinion.

Anyone with a little ability can see that the two sides are not only fighting for real, but also in danger. Both of them are walking a tightrope. If there is a slight mistake, even if it is just a slight touch, even the physique of a champion knight can only die. Report there.

Sean also fully realized the importance of a good armor. Even if the two were champion knights, they couldn't achieve 100% protection. Many times they realized it, but they didn't have time to react.

This time reflects the difference between veterans and recruits.

The recruits scrambled and made things worse.

Veterans will consciously move their bodies in a small range, and use the closest and hardest armor to meet the impact. If there is no such thing, they will also avoid the fatal point.

The two champion knights are undoubtedly the veterans among the veterans, their combat experience far exceeds that of ordinary people, and even their armors are carefully designed.

The armor on Starbuck's arms and legs has obviously been specially thickened, like a shield that he carries with him, complementing the relatively inflexible half-handed sword. Dixon has one-third of the attack, by They guard down.

Di Kelong vividly demonstrated the origin of his name. Those short knives, which were three points shorter, two points wider, and one point thicker than normal long knives, were like two poisonous snakes in his hands. With the snake letter, following his nimble steps, he circled around Starbuck like a bloody storm.

If Starbuck accidentally parries, there will be a hole in his body.

"open!"

One of Dixon's short knives inserted into the hollow design of Starbuck's half-handed sword, and the other short knife pecked at Starbuck's hands. If he wanted to keep the half-handed sword, Starbuck had to pay a heavy price.

"drink!"

The champion knight is the champion knight, with superhuman adaptability, his body suddenly half-turned, and the half-handed sword also rotated 180 degrees. winch fly.

This was not over, he took a hard blow with his left arm armor, gathered his right hand into a fist, and hit Di Kelong's arm that was still holding a dagger.

Di Kelong's reaction could not be described as unpleasant, his arm shrank reflexively, and he didn't let it hit firmly, otherwise, this punch would have crippled his arm.

But the numbness was swept away, and the dagger couldn't hold it anymore, and flew out of his hand.

"you lose!"

Di Kelong said with a cold expression.

A throwing spear was at Starbuck's throat, and at the other end was Dickron's rock-steady hand.

Just when Starbuck turned around, although he completely let go of Di Kelong's double knives, there was a gap in his back. Although it was fleeting, it was enough for Di Kelong to do a lot of things.

Like punching him in the back, or pulling out his spear.

Di Kelong chose the latter, because he knew how difficult Starbuck was to deal with. Even if he punched hard, it might not end the battle. It would be different if he had a weapon in his hand.

"Congratulations, you have become the king of gladiators again, but do you think this is meaningful?"

Starbuck looked calm, neither disappointed nor frustrated, not even the venomous tongue at the beginning.

"Look around, what do you see? Don't worry, I won't use such a cheap trick."

It took a few seconds for the entire arena to react, and there was a burst of boiling.

The speed at which the two decided the winner was so fast that many people didn't realize it, followed by a burst of fanatical shouting.

"Blood Storm!"

"Blood Storm!"

"Blood Storm!"

"Dick Long!"

"Dick Long!"

"Dick Long!"

"Punishment!"

"Punishment!"

"Punishment!"

At the beginning, there were both those who cheered Dixon's name and those who cheered his nickname.

But in the end it turned into a unified shout of "execution".

Executions in the arena have recently become a norm. Many spectators shouted instinctively at first, but later they shouted from their hearts. Many people danced with excitement and their faces were red.

They have seen many executions, but they have never seen the execution of a champion knight.

Not to mention the champion knight, even the great knight is not common. It was very rare for Starbuck to kill the Valesta butcher before.

The one who was most excited was Bill, who had white beard and hair. In just ten minutes, it was like riding a roller coaster. He experienced the ups and downs of life. Even though he was deep in the city, he couldn't bear it anymore. He stood up and shouted hoarsely. .

"Di Kelong, what are you waiting for? Execution! Execution! Execution! Kill him, kill this despicable guy, kill this bastard, do it! I order you to kill this bastard!"

Obviously, the old slave owner hated Starbuck to death. Although he didn't know what the two said, but the blood storm appeared strange, he must be playing tricks in it.

Starbuck, who was clamored to be executed, looked as usual, as if he had expected the situation before him.

On the contrary, the executioner Di Kelong's face was pale, obviously the situation in front of him was completely beyond his expectation.

"Go for it! What are you waiting for? As I said before, they are not cheering for us, but for themselves. They don't care who is the winner. Our lives are worthless in their eyes. If You fell here today, and they will do the same."

"Wake up, how far are you going to deceive yourself? Are you willing to be their slave forever? Be their executioner forever, and wait until one day you miss and be executed in the arena? What about your dreams?"

"I don't believe it, they won't do that!" Di Kelong shook his head again and again.

"If you don't believe me, I'll prove it to you."

Starbuck yelled violently, and his body turned a little bit abruptly. Taking advantage of the moment when Di Kelong lost his mind, he passed the spear point and slammed into Di Kelong's arms, knocking him to the ground.

The spear changed hands, and it became Starbuck pointing the spear at Dixon. Although he avoided the vital point, the sharp edge of the spear still cut a big gash on Starbuck's neck, and blood flowed out, Starbuck didn't seem to notice.

The roles were reversed in an instant, and the audience in the arena was silent for a while, followed by waves of calls for execution.

Starbuck is right, except for a few people, most of them don't care who the winner is, they are just a group of spectators.

And those who watch the excitement usually have a common psychology, that is, it is not too big a problem.

Although they are not necessarily as extreme as Starbuck said, they are all a group of cold-blooded monsters.

But in the arena, a place where human nature is distorted, many people's thoughts and consciousness are controlled by other people, and the evil suppressed in their hearts is completely released.

After leaving the arena, they may regret it, but what they are showing now is the most fanatical and craziest side.