Danger! Must avoid!
Looking at the expression of his opponent, Raymond was a little flustered and wanted to stop, but it was obviously too late. With a "swipe" sound, the broad sword swung. Raymond felt a pain in his stomach, and a large amount of blood spurted out the next moment.
With a "pop" sound, Raymond felt that his legs had lost the strength and fell to the ground uncontrollably.
At this moment, Raymond understood that he had lost, and that he had failed miserably.
The desire to survive stimulated him, and he turned over and tried to crawl away from his opponent, towards the entrance and exit where Macbeth was, and said vaguely: "Woo... Mai... ah!"
Raymond, who was calling, was suddenly shaken all over, his eyes widened, and then he became motionless.
The opponent behind him had already caught up with him and stabbed him hard from behind with his broadsword, nailing him to the ground.
The whole place fell silent, and then the audience exaggerated shouts. At this moment, it seemed that there was only one name in the world.
"Totte!"
"Totte!"
"Totte!"
The host spent a lot of effort to get the audience to quiet down, and then announced the result of the game somewhat coldly: "Totte wins!"
Immediately the audience started shouting again.
"Totte!"
"Totte!"
"Totte!"
Totie smiled, pulled out the broad sword inserted into Raymond, waved his hand to everyone, and then left handsomely.
As for Raymond, naturally there were arena personnel who ran up with wooden planks and carried him off the field for treatment—of course, it would be more accurate to use corpse collection—after all, Raymond was obviously dead.
At the entrance and exit, Nancy was stunned and slightly surprised. Macbeth, on the other hand, had a calm look on his face. He obviously didn't care much about Raymond's death. In fact, it would be the same even if Richard or Nancy died. Originally, to him, the three Richards were just chess pieces that played a small role. Even if they all died, it would not be a big deal, but the matter might be a little troublesome.
Macbeth spoke lightly, looked at Nancy and Richard with some sigh, and said: "Tsk, poor Raymond, but he should be the worst swordsman among the three of you, right? I hope you two will do the same in the future. Don't be like him."
"Uh..." Nancy responded, not knowing what to say.
Richard said softly: "No."
"That's good." Macbeth said, looking at Nancy, "Next, Nancy, are you coming on?"
"Yes." Nancy nodded and her expression became serious. She was a little surprised by Raymond's death, but she was not scared yet. After all, facing pirates and sirens on the giant ship was much more dangerous than it is now.
"Come on," said Macbeth.
"Okay." Nancy said, holding a long sword and walked onto the field, her steps were steady and powerful, and her expression was extremely calm.
Then…
About ten seconds later, Nancy returned the same way, with the same steady and powerful steps, and the same calm expression.
When she walked to the entrance and exit, next to Richard and Macbeth, Nancy couldn't hold herself any longer. Her eyes widened slightly and she asked in disbelief: "Is this how I won?"
"It seems so." Macbeth touched his nose and said with a strange expression.
"At least according to the rules, you win." Richard said, "After all, the host has announced the result. Even if the opponent really comes over at this time, it can't be undone."
"Uh, okay." Nancy said, frowning and not quite understanding, "What happened to the other party that he was absent? Did he get up late? Did something happen on the road? Did he get caught up in something unexpectedly?"
"I don't know." Richard shrugged, "Anything can happen, but the result will not change - you win."
"Lucky boy." Macbeth commented, and then looked at Richard, "Okay, it's you next. No matter whether your opponent also has a problem, I hope you can win the game. After all, King Hu If my husband did not show up this morning, then the chance of showing up in the afternoon may not be high. We must enter the finals as much as possible. So in the competition, don’t be too anxious and be prudent first.”
"yes."
Richard nodded and walked out of the entrance.
Looking up, the sun has risen very high, giving me a burning feeling on my body. Taking a deep breath, Richard adjusted his body and walked quickly to the middle of the field.
And his opponent was not absent like Nancy's opponent. He had already walked out and walked to the middle of the field. The other party has a very special appearance. His head is bald without any hair, and it reflects bright light in the sun. His broad face was covered with scars, his nose was crooked, his eyes were slanted, and a prickly beard stretched wantonly along his lips. It looks extremely vicious, as if the word "bad guy" is written on its face, which can completely stop a child from crying.
And the giant sword weighing dozens of kilograms dragged behind him by the opponent is even more intimidating. Not to mention the blade hitting the human body, even if the sword spine hits the person, the person may be killed directly.
Richard looked at the other party, his eyes flashing.
At this time, the voice of the host on the high platform sounded: "One of the two people present now is the second-ranked Heiman from Iron Wheel Castle, holding a giant sword. He is a professional swordsman. , has been hired by many mercenary squads and mercenary groups, and has killed many enemies. It is said that the mercenary group he belonged to wiped out the particularly cruel Bosk Thieves Group.
This time, he came specially to participate in the swordsmanship competition, hoping to achieve a good result and be appreciated by our great King Khufu.
By the way, there is another swordsman, he is Richard who is currently ranked first. It is worth mentioning that he, Nancy, the female fencer who was lucky enough to win, and Raymond, the male fencer who died unluckily, all came from the same place - Pompeii City.
It is said that the three of them were swordsmen trained since childhood, and the person who trained them was a powerful nobleman named Jones. This time I brought the three of them to the competition just to see their true combat effectiveness.
Now we know that the two companions of Richard's swordsman should both be considered capable in real combat, but their luck is very different - one is extremely unlucky, and the other is extremely lucky. So why not, let us see what kind of luck this swordsman Richard will have and what kind of performance he will have.
Next, I announce that the game begins! "
As he spoke, the host dropped a handkerchief.
The handkerchief slowly fell from the air. Richard held the sword and looked at the opponent named Heiman. He saw the opponent retreating like lightning. By the time the handkerchief hit the ground, he had already retreated ten meters away.
Um, what kind of rhythm is this
Richard raised his eyebrows slightly.