Gilbert walked from one foot to the other, his anxiety pouring out like steam. He could have benefited from my talents, but he was too young and inexperienced to get something like this. Give him a few years, maybe he will. Unfortunately, time is not on his side.
"I am very happy to see this unprecedented gathering and witnessed a rare moment. The Alpha Throne, occupied by Gilbert, is not someone else, it is the Knight Queen LaFara personally challenged. In her place, her warrior is The general of the army, the challenge consists of four rounds. In the first round, the soldiers will duel with the blades and shields until they lose them. Second, another set of weapons will be distributed. Once lost or destroyed, the third round will include Unarmed martial arts. In the end, if there is still no winner, the fighters will transfer and fight in their wolf form. The winner is the last person to stand at any point in the game. The loser must fall for more than 10 seconds, or "ーーHe paused for the maximum expected effect ーー"He was wiped out by death. Whichever happened first."
The crowd roared excitedly, yelling for the game to start. Their applause, stomping and shouting shook the entire stadium, so that I could feel their voices shaking the ground. My heart beats faster. I am eager to fight because their energy feeds me.
"Warriors, are you ready?" the administrator shouted to us. To show respect, we both raised our heads higher and bowed deeply to each other.
I took the sword and shield from a gladiator who worked in this arena every week. Before we turned and went back, another warrior gave Jill the sword and shield he had chosen. They bowed to the magistrate and the queen, and then faced each other again.
I stared at Jill, stared at him intently, exploring his mind. He is now my former boss, no matter how things develop, when he tries to calm down, it is easier for me to filter out the various emotions flashing in his mind. He was a mess, but he didn't show it. Regardless of the outcome, I am ready, but deep down I know that I will defeat him and become the ruler of the race. I know that this day will come for a while, although I never know the exact time.
I have never been so scared and excited about the future as I am now. How many people can say that they know that a decision moment is happening in their lives? How many people realize that fate has captured them and threw them in a completely different direction? Not many, but I can locate that moment in my life. right here. It's now.
Jill looked at me with the hatred emanating from his dark eyes. The circles of the blue chafed the skin under them, which told me that he did not sleep well and may be feeling the effects of that moment. "Alec, I know you have been coveting my wife. I know more than you think, but because you are trustworthy, I just let the flow go. Even respected."
I didn't sleep either, but I practiced running with very little rest, so now my apparent fatigue is of no comfort to him. Not that I care. "Raphaela deserves better than you," I replied. "Even you can see it."
"Warrior!" The magistrate's voice rumbling above his head, followed by the deafening crowd. "Start!"
We bent our knees, moved closer, and hovered, waiting for the other party to move first. This must be done in the right way, respectfully, or I will never shake the wolves that support my rule.
"You don't deserve this kind of respect," Jill shouted, just as soon as the voice fell, the sound of rain and the crowd passed by. "You stole her from me! You deserve nothing."
Jill leaped forward, brandishing his sword and shouting. His deep hair was hanging up and down, flying in the breeze, blowing the rain across our faces like a whip. I blocked his swing with the sword, then moved to the side, effectively making Jill swing in that direction. He stretched out his leg, pushed it down, and then transferred his momentum back to me, and we faced off again. When we repeat this dance, the resonance of metal fills our ears, taking turns acting as attacker and defender.
"You pushed her away," I replied. "You own her. She is yours, but you discarded her like yesterday's rubbish." I dared forward, and we were at war, but we were not willing to give in. "She loves you, Jill, you broke her heart."
"You have nothing to do with her. No one!" Jill took a few steps back, and I waited, watching him pacing back and forth with his sword and shield, staring at me. "You are nothing." He laughed, and his jīng blunder** and jīng blunder** had caused damage to his body and mind. If I hadn't reserved a little bit of reservation to make the game look fair, this matter would be over long ago.
"Why are you doing this to her?" I continued. "She is nothing to you, but everything to me." I held on tightly, hoping that his anger would exhaust his confidence and lead to a rapid failure.
"No!" he shouted. "she is mine!"
Jill ran forward and slammed mine with his sword, but I was ready to meet him. His arms are shaking, but my arms are motionless. His lack of physical conditions is obvious; he is a warrior, tired faster than usual due to lack of self-care. As the leader of a knight army, I know very well that lack of training will eventually kill any soldier. It is inevitable, and I sympathize with him. He was not prepared for this challenge, and I fear he will be defeated easily. I try not to feel deceived, but that's the truth.
Even so, I cannot underestimate Jill. He is quick-witted, that's for sure. I know that he not only used his game to deceive Rafaela and me, but he used his cunning tongue and cunning mind to make other politicians around the world submit. Not considering this is fatal to me, regardless of whether I have an advantage over him physically.
"You will never be a good leader. You don't have the wisdom to manage this place like me or my father. You are just an ordinary bloody fellow." Jill's arrogance made his voice hoarse. In the cold rain, his face turned red, and when he was nervous, the veins on his temple violently.
The cheers of the crowd filled the entire space, and the anticipation of the horror movie was beyond words. Time is passing by, and whose life is about to end. I pray that it is not mine. No. I won't let it happen. There are still many things that I need to do in my life. If I get banished, or worse, die, none of these will happen.
"Jill, you are so wrong. I'm happy to prove you wrong again."
I pushed him hard and threw him back before I rushed towards him. I waved the blade and drew a wide arc, knocked out the sword in Jill's hand, and then slammed my shoulder into his stomach. Both our shield and my sword were knocked into flight. We stumbled and rolled on the slippery ground, and then found that we were only a few feet apart. Although it was painful, we were ready to stand up again.
The rain hit our faces, splashed with mud, and we glared at each other at the dangerous scene of water, sand and blood in the arena.
"The second round!" The judge's voice interrupted the anger between us, and we all jumped. The assistant gladiators threw our weapons to the ground, and the two of us picked them up. I chose a long wooden spear with a metal tip, and Jill chose a double-edged axe.
Although it looks too big for him, he spins it easily. He is holding a weapon, I don't know he still has that kind of true technique.
"Impressive. I thought you would choose a lighter one."
We circled each other again and took a few deep breaths. We haven't hurt each other seriously, but fatigue will not stay in the bay forever. Jill has shown this sign. His swing did not reach the level he should have, and his legs no longer maintained a firm stance as before. In this kind of game, laziness is fatal. Every little detail is of great significance. If I want to win this game, I must weigh every point of my weakness. All alphas have strengths and weaknesses, especially this one. I plan to find out his details immediately.
"You will die." Jill sipped at me like a sulphuric acid.
"Today is a good son of death, but it doesn't belong to me." I spun my spear, ready to stab him in the center with a fatal blow whenever I have a chance.
Jill flew towards me, his axe swung vigorously, but due to its huge weight, it slowed down. I avoided it again and again. It took him a lot of effort to remove such a large weapon, which kept pressing on him until he yelled in frustration and threw it aside and ran towards me.
Damn it.
"The third round!"
Now I have to throw my weapon aside and face him in hand-to-hand combat. This is part of the rules. I cursed again. When his body hit mine, I fixed my leg to take advantage of the momentum. When we bumped into each other, I held his arm tightly and let out a muddy blow, and we fell to the ground together.
On the ground, he tried in vain to kick me in the middle, thigh or groin, but I was well trained to make this attack. I put more pressure on his arm, and his fierce struggle made it easy to avoid boxing. When I finally managed to roll to a favorable position, he tried to withdraw, pressing him under me, and fixing his head in my arms. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)