A few hours passed in the blink of an eye.
The sun was high in the sky, bright sunlight shining on the earth, the temperature began to rise, and the enthusiasm of the spectators in the Kailuo City Arena also began to rise.
The arena in Kailuo City is not very big, but it is not very small either. It can accommodate nearly ten thousand people. The overall shape is oval, with the height of a three-story building, with numerous audience seats on the periphery, and an open space of nearly 100 meters in radius in the center.
At this time, two young swordsmen were fighting nervously in the open space. One of them was about twenty years old, with a stern face, and he was holding a two-handed sword. The other person was Raymond, holding a one-handed sword. He was somewhat suppressed and was constantly dodging.
"Bang bang bang!"
The two swords collided from time to time, making the sound of metal and stone clashing.
Many onlookers kept shouting: "Kill him, kill him!"
After hearing the shouts from the audience, the man holding a two-handed sword showed a ferocious smile, looked at Raymond dangerously, and intensified his offensive, forcing Raymond to keep retreating, and said: "Boy, you have to hurry up. Surrender or be killed by me! I tell you, I cannot be defeated, I am the one who wants to become the champion of this swordsmanship competition."
After hearing what the other party said, Raymond had an ugly look on his face. He gasped and continued to retreat and dodge, feeling a little regretful in his heart: He shouldn't have "worked too hard" yesterday, which led to his lack of strength and slow speed today. Otherwise, the clumsy "bear" in front of him, who only relies on his strength to act arrogant, would have been taken down long ago.
Raymond thought this way, and the man with the heavy sword with both hands struck out with another fierce attack. He first raised the heavy sword high, and then slashed it down from top to bottom, as if to cut Raymond in half.
Raymond's eyes were sharp: "What a great opportunity!"
The next moment, Raymond burst out with all his strength and rushed forward. Before the epee fell, he crashed into the arms of the man with the epee in both hands, knocking him off balance.
With a "bang", the man with the heavy sword in both hands fell to the ground. Raymond quickly swung his sword and put it on the other man's neck, gasping for air: "Huh... Huh... Surrender, or do you want to die?"
"Uh." The man with the double-handed heavy sword didn't react for a moment. He felt the coldness of the sword blade and his whole body froze. The fierceness just now was completely gone. He said with a big tongue: "Surrender... surrender."
As he spoke, the other party fumbled around in his arms and actually took out a white handkerchief, raised it high and shook it, obviously he was well prepared. Of course, this was met with long boos from the onlookers.
Raymond didn't want to tangle with the other party anymore. The other party's surrender had achieved his goal. He took a long breath and staggered towards the entrance. He urgently needed to rest now.
At an entrance, Richard and Nancy were standing together, watching Raymond walk back and talking in low voices.
"You go up first, or should I go up first?" Richard asked.
"I'll go first." Nancy said a little forcefully.
"Okay." Richard responded nonchalantly.
At this time, the host in the field had already shouted at the top of his lungs: "Next, two other young swordsmen will be invited to appear. One is... Well, No. 17, Tristana from Band City, The other one is...well, No. 32, Nancy from Pompeii.
Both are female swordsmen, and I hope they have swordsmanship that is not inferior to that of male swordsmen. Okay, let's take a closer look and see which of them can go further. "
As the host shouted, a white handkerchief fell to the ground. Nancy and her opponent Tristana walked to the middle of the open space and looked at each other.
Nancy looked at her opponent and found that the opponent was a girl slightly shorter than her, with a face full of freckles, and a cold face.
The other party also looked over, and the first thing he said when he opened his mouth was: "Frame!"
Nancy's eyebrows rose, and the next moment she didn't even bother to say anything. She drew her sword and struck at the opponent.
"boom!"
The other party blocked it, but it was a little hasty. Apparently, he didn't expect that Nancy wouldn't fight back at all, and just hit her when she asked.
Nancy was not polite at all, and did not give the opponent a chance to adjust. After slashing out with the sword, she launched a series of attacks, suppressing the opponent to death, causing the opponent to respond in a panic, and the pace became more and more messy.
"Bang bang bang!"
The long swords collided continuously, and after a while, Nancy suddenly made a long stab.
The opponent quickly blocked it, but Nancy took advantage of the situation and slashed it on the opponent's wrist.
A bunch of blood spurted out from the opponent's wrist, and he threw the long sword in his hand away with a cry of pain.
Nancy moved forward quickly, kicked the opponent in the chest, knocked the opponent to the ground, and then stepped on the opponent.
"brush!"
Swinging the sword, the sword blade scratched across the opponent's face, leaving a trail of blood, which frightened and frightened the opponent. Finally, the sword tip stopped on the opponent's eye.
Nancy said: "If you have the ability, tell me what you just said again. Do you believe I can make you blind?"
"I..." the freckled girl named Tristana said slightly tremblingly, "I... was wrong, I... I gave up..."
As he spoke, he quickly raised his hand and shook it, signaling to the host.
The host then announced the result, which of course meant that Nancy could not harm Tristana casually.
Nancy snorted coldly, put away her sword, and walked to the entrance and exit where Raymond and Richard were.
"You're a little angry." Richard said when he saw Nancy walking back, "You hit her so hard."
"She scolded me," Nancy explained.
"Uh, no wonder." Richard shrugged, expressing understanding.
"Actually, this is fine." Nancy narrowed her eyes and said, "Didn't Lord Macbeth say that as long as we can win, the sooner the better. Next, it's you. I hope you can end the battle faster."
"I'll give it a try." Richard said, walking towards the field.
…
After leaving the entrance and exit, the sun shone down, and Richard felt a warmth. He squinted at the dazzling sun above his head and walked quickly forward.
On the opposite side, a figure walked out quickly, with a strong body and bare upper body, holding a big sword four fingers wide. His eyes looked over and fell on the slender long sword held by Richard, showing a slightly disdainful expression.
Richard looked calm.
The two soon met in the middle of the open space. At this time, the host said with some delay: "Well, the two swordsmen competing next are swordsman No. 26, De Lai from Knock City, and swordsman No. 33. Hand—Richard from Pompeii City. Well, let’s see how they perform.”
As he spoke, the host threw a white handkerchief to the ground.
The handkerchief slowly lowered, and both Richard and his opponent De Lai's eyes fell on it.
While watching, De Lai said, "Boy, don't scream when I cut you into pieces later."
Richard's face was expressionless and he didn't respond. He was thinking about something in his heart: before the sword competition started, Macbeth had made it clear that what he, Nancy and Raymond had to do was actually very simple. Then just keep defeating your opponents and keep winning.
Because it is a youth-level swordsmanship competition, it does not last long, only three days, two and a half days to be precise:
The first day is the preliminary competition, where the eight best fencers will be selected;
The next morning was the quarter-finals, where the top four were determined from the eight selected players;
The afternoon of the next day was the semi-finals, where the top three were decided;
On the morning of the third day, the final was held to determine the champion.
After the competition is over, the arena will be repaired for half a day, and then the seven-day adult-level swordsmanship competition will be held. That is the highlight, the climax of the carnival. By then, the entire arena will be packed with seats and it will be hard to get a ticket.
However, in the finals of the youth group, King Khufu of Egypt will definitely attend. When the time comes, he will take the opportunity to kill the opponent, which will be considered as completing the task.
As Richard thought this, De Lai next to him continued to challenge in a low voice: "Boy, I'm going to beat you until you call me daddy later, and make you..."
"brush!"
Richard suddenly took action without warning, swung his sword, and then stopped.
A gust of wind blew by, raising a large amount of dust in the field. Swordsman Delai's eyes flashed, and he looked at the sword blade resting on his neck. It took him a long time to realize something - he had lost.
Did he lose
This... this is too fast, right? How can this be
The game hasn't even started yet, how could we lose!
De Lai's eyes widened and he shouted at Richard: "You cheated! You took action in advance!"
"I didn't." Richard said, "I took action the moment the handkerchief fell to the ground. It complied with the rules."
"Impossible, how could you be so fast!" Delai was unconvinced and looked at the host, trying to recall justice, "Sir... Sir, he cheated, he..."
The host was also a little stunned. He didn't expect that a game would end in such a dramatic way, but he was indeed somewhat fair. He looked at the handkerchief that fell to the ground, then looked at De Lai, and announced: "No, he didn't cheat. He took action after the handkerchief fell to the ground, so... you lose."
"I… "
Delai collapsed a little and looked at Richard: "You... how could you do this?"
"I...will."
"you… "
"See you again when we have a chance." Richard sheathed his sword and turned towards the entrance.
De Lai looked at Richard's back, his eyes flashed again and again, his teeth gritted again and again, and the hand holding the four-fingered sword tightened again and again...
At this moment, Delai felt extremely unwilling and unbearable in his heart. He really wanted to rush forward and give Richard a sword...
Then…
"Um, goodbye." De Lai said to Richard's back, then turned and walked towards another entrance.