Chapter 746 597 Chapeuto Holiday (V) (Same as Above)

The atmosphere became crazy in an instant. The anger of both sides completely broke through the framework of the rules. The pirates and the sea guards collided quickly on the field like uncontrolled beasts. The sound came one after another, and the air was filled with the harsh sound of wood hitting and the tragic roar.

The pirates howled and waved their wooden long swords and short swords, their faces full of ferocity and anger. Their attacks were fierce and undisguised. Every swing was accompanied by explosive power, slashing at the exposed parts of the sea guards. The sea guards responded just as quickly. They raised their wooden shields high, and the wooden spears, or long sticks, drew trajectories in the air and quickly counterattacked. Although the power of wooden weapons is far less than that of iron weapons, they can still produce a painful striking effect.

A female sea guard contestant raised her wooden giant sword, or more accurately, a big stick. In a brief moment of handover, she slashed at the neck of a pirate, and the stick smashed down with the sound of wind. The pirate tried to block, but the stick still hit the connection between the neck and shoulder accurately.

If the stick was replaced with a real giant sword at this moment, this blow would not only remove half of the arm, but at least make the opponent withdraw from the battle. Unfortunately, she was holding a stick instead of a giant sword, but the power of the stick should not be ignored. Fortunately, the pirate's throat guard blocked the blow and the spine was not broken.

At the moment of the impact, several sounds rang out, the violent collision of the stick hitting the throat guard, the sound of the pirate's shoulder blade breaking, and the pirate's wailing. The skin under the throat guard turned blue and purple in an instant. The pirate who was hit dropped the weapon tightly held in his right hand and wailed while covering his shoulder.

The female sea guard who completed the attack did not stop, and quickly loosened the handle, and the wooden stick flew out of her hand and hit the chest of another pirate. However, there was no sound of the wooden stick hitting the target. Another pirate swung his short knife and hit the wooden stick accurately. At the moment of the collision, the pirate was pushed back by the huge force, but he adjusted his pace and rushed forward again.

The female sea guard did not pause at all. She did not even look at whether the wooden stick hit the opponent, because the pirate who was hit in the neck by her roared and rushed towards her again. The pirate was overwhelmed by anger and pain and rushed towards her hysterically. She adjusted her pace and punched the pirate in the face. The fist hit the pirate's face heavily, making a crisp sound. The pirate suddenly lost his balance and fell to the side. A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his eyes were instantly empty.

However, her crazy offensive seemed to be unstoppable. At this moment, she was completely ignited by madness. She howled and rushed towards the staggering pirate, knocking the pirate to the ground. Her fist hit the pirate's cheek like a blacksmith. Every blow was powerful, causing the pirate's head to shake violently. With each blow, the sound of the fist hitting seemed to come from deep in the bones, deafening.

The pirate's eyes gradually lost focus, his nose began to bleed, and every part of his face was hit hard, pain and anger intertwined.

But the female sea guard did not stop. With anger and madness in her eyes, she became more ferocious, pressing the pirate to the ground and swinging her fists like a beast.

However, the pirate, who had sufficient combat experience, did not resist without resistance. For a moment, he regained some consciousness. Although he was unrecognizable and bleeding, he still tried his best to swing the wooden dagger that had been alternating before the second attack.

The dagger was shaped like a small wooden stick, without a blade or a sharp tip, and could not cause a fatal stab at all, but the dagger was still a barely usable weapon. He aimed at the female sea guard's chin and swung it violently.

The female sea guard, who was hit in the chin, froze instantly. At that moment, the pain spread from the chin to the whole body, as if a heavy hammer hit her nerves. Although it was not a fatal attack, the huge impact still made her feel dizzy and temporarily lost her balance. Her head suddenly tilted back, her whole body paused slightly, and a trace of confusion appeared in her eyes.

At this moment, the pirate seized the opportunity. He dropped the wooden stick in his hand and grabbed the female sea guard's chin with his right hand. He wanted to use his left hand, but his left hand was no longer strong. He wanted to grab the female sea guard's neck, but the female sea guard also wore a throat protector on her neck. Fortunately, the female sea guard had not fully recovered consciousness when he launched a counterattack. The attack and defense switched. He roared like a beast and pushed the female sea guard away, then staggered and climbed on the female sea guard.

He endured the severe pain and used his left shoulder to support the female sea guard's body. His right hand reached inside the female sea guard's throat protector. His fingers twisted hard, trying to strangle the female sea guard's throat with his hands. However, at this time, the female sea guard recovered, howling and twisting her body, while scratching his right hand with her left hand. He wanted to pull his hand back because he guessed what the female sea guard was going to do, but he couldn't pull his hand back. He tried to hit the female pirate's head with his helmet, but the female sea guard's attack continued.

With a crisp fracture sound, he screamed in pain, and the female sea guard's right hand grasped his little finger and broke it. However, the female sea guard's attack did not stop at breaking the finger, she also bit the pirate's face with her mouth.

The next second, a voice sounded in the pirate's mind, and the voice was like an order. His expression became empty and dull, and the resistance stopped. His hands separated unconsciously. Similarly, the female sea guard beside him also stopped resisting, the mouth biting the meat loosened, and her eyes became empty.

The fight between the pirate and the female sea guard was just a scene. Meanwhile, the other contestants were still fighting, fighting desperately.

A pirate swung and pounced on a sea guard's chest, but the sea guard reacted very quickly and quickly raised his shield to block. The forces of the two collided, and the wooden shield made a loud noise, almost numb the sea guard's arm. But the sea guard still insisted, pushed the pirate away with force, turned around and swung the wooden sword to counterattack, hitting the pirate's chest, and the force of the hit made the pirate step back painfully.

Then, the sea guard gave up his weapon and shield, pounced on the pirate, and pressed the pirate to the ground. He was crazy and hit the pirate's head with his head, and the pirate who was overwhelmed by him also fought back desperately.

A sea guard was thrown down by the pirate, and the pirate pressed his shoulder hard, but he quickly backhanded a punch and hit the pirate in the face, and the pirate was beaten back. He took the opportunity to kick the pirate away with his foot, trying to press the pirate under him by rolling, but the pirate rolled again. In this way, the two of them kept rolling, rolling, and rolling out of the circle until the pirate was kicked hard by the referee and stopped rolling.

Watching all this, Bainie glanced at Selire and Seonlan who were speechless, shaking their heads and sighing, and then couldn't help laughing again. He thought of his childhood in the Black Tower. At first, they also fought in a formal manner, and then like now, they became street thugs, entangled with each other, fighting on instinct, and competing to see who was more ruthless.

Telankar howled and waved his fists vigorously. His shouting and waving his fists seemed to intensify the atmosphere on the field. Although the battle was not gorgeous or elegant at all, it had a primitive purity, and his emotions were completely affected by the heat of the battle. Every roar seemed to be able to penetrate the air, and his fists waved, as if he wanted to pass the power of this battle to every pirate, so that the pirates could punch Triton a few more times for him.

Cheers from the stands rose and fell, mixed with shouts, shouts and excited calls, full of hysteria, as if the whole Chapeyuto was shaking with every move of the fight.

However, just as the audience was completely immersed in this frenetic atmosphere, a crisp whistle sounded. The whistle sounded like thunder, splitting the violent and passionate field, making everyone suddenly quiet down.

The fist that was about to hit stopped, the rolling stopped, the roar and curse stopped. At this moment, the air seemed to solidify, all the sounds disappeared instantly, and all the movements stopped instantly, as if the whole world was dominated by this whistle.

"What happened?"

"Why did it stop?"

"Fight! Fight!"

"Keep fighting, why did it stop?"

Telankar's fist stopped in the air, stunned for a moment, he noticed that the game seemed to be suspended? The referees were quickly gathering in the center of the field. He frowned slightly, and had a strange premonition in his heart, as if the fight was really over?

"You violated the rules. The winner has been decided. Do you have any questions?" Franais walked quickly to the center, his steps steady and decisive. When the fixed referee pulled the entangled pirate and the captain of the Sea Guard apart, when the two captains came to their senses, his eyes were directly locked on the captain of the Sea Guard, and his voice was calm but could not be ignored.

"I... I..." The captain of the Sea Guard obviously had not fully recovered. His expression was a little confused. He blinked his eyes, and his consciousness gradually returned to reality. He responded with a trembling voice slightly slow.

"How did I violate the rules?" The next second, as his reason recovered, his anger began to emerge, and then he asked back in a harsh voice unwillingly.

"I understand your feelings, but don't be like this, be decent, okay?" Franais's expression did not change at all, but became softer, like comforting a wounded child, he said calmly.

"Recall the rules carefully." The captain of the Sea Guard did not calm down because of his comfort, but his face became more ugly, but he did not give him time to vent. Seeing that the captain of the Sea Guard was still confused, he sighed slightly and continued: "The captain can only command, not block, dodge, or fight, and can only move within the venue. Think carefully, as the captain, what did you do just now?"

The captain's expression instantly turned into astonishment, and his eyes became empty. His mouth kept opening and closing, as if he wanted to defend himself and say something to refute, but no matter how hard he tried, the words were always stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it. His eyes began to change dramatically, from empty to angry, then to confused, and then to regret and unwillingness, but these emotions were replaced by a deep sense of guilt in an instant.

"I...I..." He tried to speak again, but this time his voice seemed even weaker and dim. He lowered his head, his eyes began to wander around, and finally fixed on his team members. The expressions of those team members who were still standing or lying on the ground were either blank, painful, or fell to the ground and covered their faces.

He instinctively wanted to speak, to defend himself, to explain that he just wanted to protect his teammates and try his best to win the game. However, at this moment, his heart was bound by an invisible shackle, and he could no longer say any words of defense.

His hands unconsciously clenched, loosened, and clenched again, as if he wanted to grab something, but couldn't. His breathing became rapid, and fine beads of sweat began to seep out of his forehead. The inner conflict almost made him collapse. He raised his head, his eyes were a little dazed, and finally he just looked at his team members quietly with a helpless and regretful look, as if he was silently apologizing, and as if he was saying goodbye to himself.

"I'm sorry..." He finally whispered, almost gritting his teeth with guilt, like an apology from the deepest part of his heart.

"Do you want to see what you did before?" Franais didn't say anything else. There was no mercy or ridicule in his eyes, only deep calmness and rationality, until the pirate captain laughed. His expression changed and became stern, and he pointed at the pirate captain and shouted.

The pirate captain's face suddenly became ugly, his smile was stiff, and his mouth opened, as if he wanted to explain, but he was speechless. The eyes of the superior were as cold as a knife, with a kind of pressure that could not be ignored, directly locking his mind. It felt as if the person standing in front of him was not a person, but a black ark rushing straight at him, silent and powerful, and irresistible.

A trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, and he tried to refute, but his tongue seemed to be nailed, and he couldn't make a sound when he opened his mouth. The fear bound his throat like an iron chain, making him unable to say the words that originally jumped into his heart: We won, didn't we? He lowered his head, his heart was full of dissatisfaction, but he also knew that he was powerless to resist.

At this time, the sorceress standing at the edge of the venue came out, holding a tray in her hand, and there were six commemorative medals on the plate. The silver commemorative medal is round and produced by Potosi. Only one side is printed with a panoramic view of Chapeuto, and a huge wooden cup is printed in the middle. There is a concave part on the other side, which can be fixed on the hanging point and worn on the chest.

The commemorative medal is not given to the winner, but to the eliminated, proving that the eliminated person has participated in the first Chapeuto Wine Festival. The winner will advance and continue to pursue greater glory.

"Do you need me to award it to you?" Franais's eyes swept over the medals, then he turned to the captain of the Sea Guard and said coldly.

The captain of the Sea Guard lowered his head, his eyes full of complex emotions.

"Then you take it yourself. I hope you can learn something from this battle." Franais nodded, still calm and unperturbed.

"What's the situation?"

"What happened?"

"Look, the yellow chess piece has come down."

"Idiot, you don't need to tell me, I'm not blind."

"We won?"

In the stands, the audience whispered, and the chaotic atmosphere became more tense. Everyone was looking for answers until they saw the yellow flag representing the Sea Guard was slowly lowered, and this action directly announced the result of the game.

The pirates who barely stood up stood in the middle of the field, with different expressions, but more of a sense of pride and ease, at least they won this time.

The Sea Guards have helped each other up, and their expressions are different, disappointment, anger, sighs, helplessness... These emotions are intertwined and solidified into an insurmountable hurdle. After they reluctantly picked up the medals, they walked neatly to the edge of the field with their last dignity, ready to leave.

Seeing this scene, the audience had a clear mind, the Pirates had indeed won the game.

The cheers and boos of the audience on the field intertwined, the sound came one after another, the boos and scolding almost covered the entire area, almost shaking the entire stand.

The Duruchis shouted loudly, cheering for their team's victory, with smug smiles on their faces, and the atmosphere was extremely hot. Every shout and curse was full of praise for the Pirates, as if the Pirates' victory itself was the greatest affirmation of the entire game, although they didn't know why the Pirates won.

As the five free referees moved, the audience's attention turned to the new round of confrontation, and the atmosphere became tense again.

The second game was the Duruchi Civil War, and the two participating teams were the Asheril Garrison and the Black Ark Soldiers.

On the Garrison side, three players held long sticks and shields, they stuck together tightly, maintained the most basic formation, and protected the captain behind them. The other two players held swords and shields, and were on the left and right of the formation. They did not shout, curse, or provoke. They were silent, with serious expressions, and were obviously prepared, exuding a calm and composed aura.

On the opposite side, the configuration of the soldiers was almost the same as that of the garrison, even the formation was the same. They also remained silent, with a stern expression on their faces, as if they had already anticipated that a battle worth them and a desperate fight was about to begin.

As the whistle sounded again, the second battle officially began.

The garrison did not launch an attack immediately. Under the precise command of the captain, the team as a whole took a step back and adjusted the formation, appearing more calm and composed. The captain took a big step back, leaving enough space. Then, the dark swordsman on the right took the opportunity to quickly pass through the gap left by the captain and moved to the left, instantly switching the formation.

The cheers in the stands became choked, and this subtle adjustment was like a string that tightened the atmosphere of the whole venue.

The soldiers did not hesitate because of this. They still maintained their original formation and launched an attack without flinching under the command of the captain. The three Dread Spearmen quickly advanced forward, pointing the front end of their long sticks directly at the opponent, trying to break the garrison's defense line through a fierce attack. The two Dark Swordsmen followed closely behind. As the Dread Spearmen charged, they accelerated towards their opponents, raised their shields, and prepared to block any oncoming attacks.

However, their attack was obviously a step slower. The garrison's formation change was so fast and accurate that it exceeded their expectations. The sudden movement of the Dark Swordsman completely changed the situation on the battlefield, and the overall formation of the garrison changed instantly.

Facing the frontal attack of the soldiers, the garrison's reaction was as fast as lightning and quickly stabilized the formation. After the Dark Swordsman on the left moved, the Dread Spearman on the far left was under great pressure. He not only had to defend against the attack of his counterparts on the opposite side, but also had to resist the attack of the Dark Swordsman. Fortunately, he had faced this situation before and knew how to deal with it. At this time, the team's order also arrived. He took a step back and pulled out a gap to delay the breakthrough on the right as much as possible.

At the same time, the Dread Spearman on the far right of the garrison moved forward and resisted the attack of his counterpart on the opposite side.

Under the pulling of the left and right, the formation of the soldiers was briefly in chaos.

After confirming that they would not be attacked by wooden sticks, the two Dark Swordsmen on the right side of the garrison launched a fierce attack on their counterparts on the left side of the soldiers without receiving specific instructions. The Dark Swordsman on the left swung his shield to block the slash of his counterpart on the opposite side. However, his attack did not stop. He accurately seized the gap when his counterpart on the opposite side swung his shield and swung the wooden stick in his hand straight to stab the supporting leg of the Dread Spearman on the far left side of the soldiers.

The Dread Spearman, who caught this attack with his peripheral vision, tried to move, but he was held tightly by his counterpart on the opposite side. He could only tighten the muscles of his left leg and take the attack, but he still couldn't resist the powerful force. He could only put down his shield and try to support his body with the bottom of the shield after shouting.

At the moment of completing the action, his door was opened, and his eyes widened instantly. His colleague on the opposite side did not follow the martial ethics and gave up the wooden stick. The sound of breaking wind whistled, and the fist hit his hooked nose directly. Under the huge force, his body lost control and fell backwards.

The dark swordsman who completed the stab of the garrison was hit hard by the shield of his colleague on the opposite side at the moment of attack, but he predicted this blow before the attack, because his shield blocked the opponent's weapon, and the opponent could only hit with the shield. At the moment of the collision, his left leg firmly stepped on the ground to prevent himself from being knocked out directly.

The dark swordsman who completed the collision of the soldier team also opened his door. The dark swordsman on the far right of the garrison took the opportunity to launch a fierce attack. While hitting the opposite colleague with the shield, he did not retain a trace of spare strength and swung the wooden stick to hit the supporting leg of the opposite colleague. At the same time, his colleague on the left who withstood the shield attack also leaned heavily on his shield and completed the third attack on his colleague on the opposite side.

After the dark swordsman of the soldier team stumbled a few steps, he was tripped by the fear spearman who had withdrawn from the battle and lay on the ground. When he fell, the fear spearman on the far left of the garrison also fell in the double team.

While the fear spearman on the right side of the garrison filled the position, the captain of the team quickly stepped behind the two dark swordsmen, not giving the opposite dark swordsmen any chance.

"Lost."

The view from the stands was good. At the moment when the captain of the garrison completed the position, the Duruchi in the stands knew that the soldier team had lost.

The fear spearman on the left side of the garrison kept retreating while resisting the attack. The defense line of the garrison was centered on the captain and kept turning, while the two dark swordsmen could attack at will.

Soon, the Dread Spearman on the far left of the Soldier Team fell down under the double-team of two Dark Swordsmen and the Dread Spearman, while the Dark Swordsman on the far right realized something and continued to attack the Dread Spearman of the Garrison, but his continuous attacks never worked, and the only remaining Dread Spearman beside him was also knocked down.

At this moment, the Soldier Team had almost declared defeat, with only the Dark Swordsman and the Captain standing alone in the center of the field.

The Dark Swordsman looked at his fallen comrades, his heart full of reluctance and anger, but reason told him that there was no hope of a comeback. Despite this, he still did not give up, his eyes flashing with determination to never bow his head.

He held the wooden stick tightly in his hand, and the shield was raised high by him, his chest rose and fell violently, and at this moment he seemed to be able to feel the last burst of power in his body. This battle was an opportunity he had been looking for, and even if he would eventually fall, he would not give up easily.

Outside the field, Bainie, Celile, Seonlan and Shakara looked at each other, and then each nodded. Shakara picked up the board in his hand, ticked a check mark behind the garrison, and then stopped under the icon with the contestant's logo on the soldier team.

Flanais walked around the field, clapping his arms high as he walked, signaling the audience in the stands to applaud. The audience was stunned for a moment, and then the Druks stood up one after another. The skinks who knew what was going to happen also stood up. For a while, there was thunderous applause, and the contestants waiting to start the competition in other venues also applauded.

As applause and cheers rang out, the Dark Swordsman roared and rushed forward. His wooden stick swung as fast as lightning, and each blow was fierce. The shield was sometimes swung out and sometimes blocked the opponent's attack. He was like a wild beast that had lost its mind, releasing all its strength in the final struggle.

After receiving the captain's instructions, the members of the garrison did not engage in a one-on-one duel, nor did they rush to launch an attack. Instead, they kept pulling, consuming the opponent's only physical strength, and patiently waiting for the opponent's mistakes. As warriors, they knew the horror of a trapped beast fighting.

Although the Dark Swordsman's every attack was full of wild power, his movements had obviously become slow, and fatigue gradually appeared. His attacks began to become slack, losing the previous accuracy, and his defense gradually showed loopholes. After all, without equipment suppression, with equal strength, fighting alone against four enemies, no matter how tenacious the resistance is, they will eventually be crushed.

Just as he was swinging his stick to hit another dark swordsman, the dark swordsman took advantage of the gap and quickly counterattacked. His shield hit his chest hard, repelling his attack. Then another dark swordsman quickly went around behind him. There was no room to retreat, and his body was locked tightly.

Almost at the same time, the other two fear spearmen also rushed towards him quickly, one stabbed his throat with a stick, and the other hit his side with a shield.

His strength was exhausted in an instant, and the world in front of him began to blur. He was unwilling and wanted to struggle hard, but he was like a prey that could not break free from the restraints. The stick slipped from his hand, and the shield was also knocked away. The last resistance was insignificant.

With his fall, the winner was decided. With a whistle, the referee announced the end of the game.

He fell to the ground, his breath was weak, his eyes were closed, and at this moment, his fingers were still trembling slightly, as if he wanted to grab something, as if he was using up his last bit of strength to fight against fate.

Tears slowly oozed from the corners of his eyes, with a strong sense of unwillingness, the tears slid down his cheeks, dripped on the soil, and intertwined with sweat. Every tear was like a rebellion against fate. The scene of his teammates falling kept echoing in his mind, and his heart was filled with guilt, anger, and a deep sense of powerlessness.

He was unwilling to accept that he had tried his best, but he was still unable to change the outcome, and he didn't even have a last chance. This process was like an endless nightmare, and he couldn't break free.

"The teamwork of this team is impeccable."

"The team from the Cursed Fortress was suppressed."

"Not only are they extremely accurate in attack, but they also defend tightly. They can predict the opponent's actions at every step, and there are almost no loopholes."

"Why don't you take a look at who they are?"

"Who?"

"They were disabled veterans before, or losers who were ready to be offered to Cain after defeat, but... who made the Hand of the Witch King kind and generous? They were taken in and trained by the Hand of the Witch King, and now they have become what you see."

Telankar sighed softly when he heard the familiar voice. He could feel that the soldiers and captains of the garrison should be veterans with extremely rich combat experience.

Although this battle seemed to be a simple confrontation, in this short confrontation, the members of the garrison showed not only calm, quick and accurate tactics, but also a keen insight into the battlefield situation. The coordination and tacit understanding of the garrison can almost be said to be impeccable. Every adjustment of the battle and every change of formation are paving the way for victory.

Soon, the fallen contestant stood up, and the two sides stood in a row. In addition to being referees and evaluators, the five referees were also responsible for issuing medals.

"Very spirited!" After hanging the medal on the captain of the soldiers' team, Franais came to the dark swordsman. After picking up the medal, he did not issue it immediately, but patted the dark swordsman on the shoulder. Although he failed in this game, the dark swordsman's fighting spirit and determination are admirable. Then he solemnly hung the medal on the dark swordsman's chest, with a hint of gentleness in his tone.

The dark swordsman stood up straight, with a flash of confusion in his eyes, but soon regained his composure. He lowered his head, nodded slightly, and accepted the honor that belonged to the loser.

After the awarding, the five free referees and the three fixed referees stood in a row, with their backs straight and majestic postures. They clenched their left fists and hit their chests heavily, then stretched out their right hands together and saluted solemnly. This action was brief and powerful, full of ritual, and seemed to be the highest respect for all contestants.

The soldiers of the garrison stood straight, their eyes were firm, their chins were raised, their left hands were clenched into fists, knocking on their chests, and then their right hands were stretched out together, straightened forward, and performed the same solemn etiquette. Every action revealed their confidence, pride and sense of honor.

The soldiers standing on the opposite side were stunned, with surprise and a hint of embarrassment in their eyes. Obviously, they did not expect this scene. Although they had failed, they could not help but be stunned when they saw the other side's serious and lofty sense of ritual. After a moment, the captain took the lead in responding and paid the most sincere respect to the garrison.

This scene seemed to be a transmission of belief, a manifestation of fighting spirit, and an unspoken understanding and respect between the winner and the loser. Not only between the soldiers, but everyone present seemed to be able to feel this respect and honor.

The Druks in the stands followed suit, and even the Skinks followed suit. A solemn atmosphere permeated the entire stand, and all the spectators found some resonance in the ceremony.

Soon, the third game began.

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