Preliminary day passed quickly.
During this day, Richard, Nancy and Raymond fought many battles.
Needless to say, the strength of Richard and Nancy went without saying - they have steadily entered the so-called quarterfinals. As for Raymond, although he was exhausted from exercising at night, his swordsmanship was not too bad. He gritted his teeth and worked hard, and finally entered the top eight, but his ranking was slightly lower than that of Richard and Nancy.
In the blink of an eye, the next morning, the quarter-finals were on the scene.
The arena in Kailuo City was bustling with excitement as thousands of spectators shouted under the sun. But in the specially isolated VIP seats, there were not many people sitting there, especially the king's seat in the middle - his owner did not appear at all.
Richard, Nancy and Raymond, who were standing at one of the entrances and exits of the arena, glanced at the seats and already understood that the chance of King Khufu appearing in the morning was not very high, and it was impossible for Macbeth to take action.
Sure enough, after a while Macbeth appeared at the entrance and exit where the three of them were, and whispered to the three of them: "Khufu didn't come, so you should perform well in the morning and ensure that you enter the semi-finals in the afternoon."
"Uh, yes." Richard and the other three nodded.
"The game begins," said Macbeth.
Richard and the other three immediately looked toward the field and saw that the eighth-ranked swordsman and the seventh-ranked swordsman among the top eight had already met in the open space in the field.
For the three of them, Richard and the other two were obviously strangers, and at this moment, the three of them looked at each other with the eyes of an audience. It was seen that after the host dropped the white handkerchief, the two of them were on guard against each other for a while. The seventh-ranked swordsman took action first, and then they quickly fought together.
Those who can enter the top eight are naturally not too weak. Both of them use long swords, which reflect dazzling light under the sunlight. The constant collision of "bang bang bang" made the audience in the auditorium scream. A roar like a tsunami.
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
"Left! Watch out left!"
"Idiot! He's on your right!"
"He's going to take action again..."
“…”
The two of them kept fighting under the various voices of the audience, and the final result was a little surprising - the seventh swordsman with a higher ranking who struck first lost, and the swordsman with a lower ranking who was at a disadvantage for most of the battle lost. Eight fencers were victorious—but within acceptable limits.
After all, high ranking does not necessarily mean everything. Maybe the opponent hides his strength and deliberately ranks low to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger. You must know that although this youth-level swordsmanship competition is not as good as the adult-level swordsmanship competition, the top three in the competition will still receive generous rewards. In addition to fame, there are also many gold coins. This cannot help but force the contestants to use some small means.
In the end, the seventh-ranked swordsman covered the sword wound on his arm and moved more than ten meters away from the center of the open space to prevent being chased by his opponent. Then he raised his hand and waved it, expressing his choice of "surrender" to the host.
The host of the quarter-finals was no longer the same person as the one from the preliminary round the day before. He looked obviously of a higher status.
The other party was wearing a black aristocratic costume, had a mustache, and his hair was shiny. Standing on the high platform, he glanced at the seventh-place swordsman, waved the short white cane in his hand, and announced the result crisply: "In this competition, Ulas from Tok City wins! Congratulations to him!"
As soon as the host's voice came out, Uras, the eighth swordsman in the field, immediately stopped his attacking posture, and the defeated seventh swordsman also breathed a sigh of relief, and then walked toward the entrance and exit in despair. Behind him, the audience booed for a long time and admired his opponent.
At the entrance and exit where Richard and his party were, Macbeth raised his eyebrows and looked at Raymond: "Okay, now it's your turn. You have also seen what the consequences of failure will be. Although, as long as one of you can Entering the finals, even if this plan is successful, I still hope that each of you can win as much as possible.
This is not for any reward - don't even think about rewards - when I kill all the kings, do you still want to wait for others to carry a box and give you gold coins
This is mainly for your own consideration. After all, the feeling of being looked down upon and looked down upon is not pleasant at all. Oh, of course, if your ability is limited, don’t force it. "
"Yes, Lord Macbeth, I remember." Raymond nodded seriously. Due to physical exertion yesterday, he knew very well that he performed poorly and was not favored by Macbeth. But after a night's rest, Raymond felt that he had returned to the peak of his strength today and was fully capable of winning.
Taking a deep breath, he said to Macbeth with confidence: "Lord Macbeth, I will definitely win."
"Well then, go," said Macbeth.
"Yes." Raymond nodded and walked out of the entrance with his long sword. In the opposite direction - another entrance and exit, his opponent came towards him dragging a heavy two-handed broadsword backwards.
The two people walked to the middle of the field, and the host in black aristocratic clothing spoke up and began to introduce the two people's situation in general. For example, as the sixth-ranked swordsman holding a broad sword, Tote, where he comes from, how famous he is, what great things he has done, and how many famous opponents he has defeated. As for Raymond, there is a similar introduction, but most of it is fake - Macbeth made it up.
After some introduction, the host successfully aroused the interest of the audience, and then announced in a deep voice: "The game will officially begin. Let me see, who is the better Totie from Norwick City or Raymond from Pompeii City? sharp?!"
After finishing speaking, the host raised his hand from the high platform and threw the handkerchief in his hand to the ground.
As soon as the handkerchief fell to the ground, Raymond and his opponent Totie immediately started to move. Both of them unceremoniously grabbed the first advantage.
Raymond stabbed out with his sword, feeling very confident in his heart. In his opinion, his sword is light in weight and fast, and can definitely attack the opponent first. Then you can force your opponent to go at his pace and let him win.
But after Raymond thrust out his sword, he became a little panicked when he saw that his opponent Totie did not dodge, but slashed at him with the heavy broad sword. According to the current situation, when he pierces the opponent's stomach, his head will also be chopped off by the opponent - this is not cost-effective - piercing the stomach may not necessarily lead to death, but being chopped off the head will definitely lead to death.
Raymond panicked and hesitated. The long sword was not completely thrust out, but the broad sword was already in front of him.
"ah!"
Raymond screamed in panic, quickly dodged, and finally escaped the attack with some embarrassment. The next moment, his opponent took the initiative and launched continuous attacks.
While Raymond continued to dodge, he was thinking in a panic: "Damn opponent, he is hiding his strength. In yesterday's preliminary match, the opponent was obviously not so difficult. But today, he directly suppressed him. This No, it’s absolutely not okay to continue like this. He wants to win, he has to win.”
Raymond thought about it, and after dodging for a long time, he gritted his teeth and grabbed the opponent's exposed flaw, and stabbed it out with his sword. But as soon as the sword was thrust out, Raymond felt a chill in his heart, because he saw his opponent smiling coldly towards him, with a bit of mockery in his eyes.
this!
Raymond's pupils contracted.
Damn it! This is not a flaw, it is a trap!