Chapter 877: Each One Fights!

At the same time, the audience in the arena also noticed that something was wrong.

The originally deafening cheers gradually became sparse, and the excitement on people's faces slowly faded, replaced by doubts and worries.

Seeing this, the Harkonnen guards around the arena did not dare to be negligent, and they all quickened their pace to the center of the arena, ready to rescue the trapped Fed Rosa at any time.

However, in the face of such a dangerous situation, Fed Rosa not only did not order the guards to attack, but also took off the scramble shield on his body.

Seeing this, the Atreides fighter suddenly exerted his strength, rushing forward with violent force!

In an instant, a cold light flashed, and the sharp blade rushed down like lightning, as if to cut off the baron's left hamstring in one fell swoop.

However, Pedrosa showed extraordinary agility, and dodged the fatal blow lightly like a ghost.

In a flash, Pedrosa just dodged the attack and launched a fierce counterattack without hesitation.

His figure flashed, and the weapon in his hand turned into a series of phantoms, sweeping towards his opponent.

The two fought fiercely on the sand, and for a while, the dust was flying all over the sky, and the sound of weapons clashing was endless.

In the arena, the audience held their breath, and their eyes were fixed on the two figures who were constantly rolling and fighting.

Each of their movements was full of the perfect combination of strength and skill, and each dodge was accurate to the millimeter, like a thrilling silent dance of death.

Just after a clever dodge, the battle-hardened Atreides fighter keenly captured the fleeting opportunity.

He suddenly exerted force, rushed forward, and grabbed Fedrosa's arm firmly with a thunderous force, and took it with him.

With a crisp sound of "clang", the blade in Fedrosa's hand was instantly taken away. The tip of the blade drew an arc in the air and finally hovered in front of him, just a hair's breadth away from his throat!

At this moment, a huge force like a tidal wave seemed to burst out from the Atreides warrior's body, making Fedrosa feel overwhelmed.

In this short and tense stalemate, Fedrosa's heart was beating wildly, and he clearly realized that death was approaching him step by step.

"Get out of here, waste!"

With a roar, the Atreides warrior's body suddenly became stiff.

Taking this opportunity, Fedrosa was quick to take back the sharp blade that fell to the side, and then swung it back, and the sharp tip of the blade pierced the opponent's chest.

"Hey haha~~~"

Fedrosa tightly grasped the short blade flashing with cold light in his hand and stood up suddenly from the ground.

There was no expression on his face, as if the thrilling battle just now had no effect on him at all.

He took firm and steady steps and slowly retreated to the outside of the arena.

Behind him, countless gorgeous fireworks soared into the sky, and deafening cheers and praises echoed throughout the arena.

"He is indeed impressive!"

Sitting in the audience, Countess Fenlun stared at Fed Rosa's receding back and whispered softly.

In her beautiful eyes, a trace of joy that was difficult to conceal flashed inadvertently.

Then, she stood up and left without hesitation, and hurriedly chased in the direction where Fed Rosa left.

As the saying goes, which woman does not have spring in her heart?

Moreover, a man like Fed Rosa, who is both brave and powerful, undoubtedly has a fatal attraction to a woman like the Countess.

However, for Countess Finlun, if she wants to commit herself to him and give birth to offspring for him, then Fed Rosa must first successfully pass the Gormthorn test.

Otherwise, the fate that awaits him will be the same as Countess Finlun's ex-husband - his male organs will be ruthlessly cut off, and he will become a poor eunuch from then on.

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At the same time, in the depths of the distant Arrakis Desert, another life-and-death contest is taking place fiercely.

The little prince Paul, who was once blessed by the Atreides family, has now almost lost all his support.

Facing this vast and boundless dune world full of unknowns and dangers, he knows that he must grow up quickly to survive.

Here, the law of the jungle is the only law of survival, and this cruel reality has taught the young Paul a crucial lesson: killing.

Paul and his mother finally escaped from the desert storm after going through untold hardships. Just when the two were exhausted, a group of slender figures suddenly appeared in front of them.

These people are the local natives summoned by Keynes - the Fremen.

In order to survive in this cruel and ruthless land of Irak, Paul and his mother must find ways to integrate into this group of mysterious Fremen.

However, it is not easy to gain the true acceptance of these sons of the desert. They are faced with an extremely severe challenge.

A burly and imposing black-skinned warrior named Jamie walked out of the Fremen crowd and challenged Paul to a Taihani duel.

According to the rules, this duel will continue until one of them falls to the ground and dies.

The whistling wind rolled up the sand and gravel, which flew wildly in the air. The strong sunlight refracted through the sand and dust, making it difficult for people to open their eyes.

But Paul tightly grasped the short and sharp crystal dagger in his hand, and stared firmly at the aggressive Jamie in front of him.

At the beginning of the battle, Jamie launched a fierce attack without mercy. His moves were as fierce as a storm, and he went straight to Paul's vitals.

However, Paul was by no means an ordinary person. With the solid foundation accumulated by years of hard training and the blessing of psychic power, he evaded left and right swiftly, and cleverly resolved the opponent's fatal offensive again and again.

However, despite Paul's excellent performance in defense, he was unable to take the initiative to control the situation on the entire battlefield.

Mrs. Jessica, who was standing on the sidelines watching the battle, never left her son with her sharp eyes.

She could clearly feel that Paul was experiencing a fierce struggle in his heart: after all, before this, Paul had never taken the life of others with his own hands.

At this moment, the invisible psychological barrier was like a heavy boulder, pressing on his heart, making it difficult for him to exert his full strength.

Seeing that James's attacks were getting more and more fierce and deadly,

even though Paul's defense was as tight as a solid wall without any flaws, facing the continuous pressure from a powerful opponent, he was slowly forced into a desperate situation with no way out.