In the afternoon, the semi-finals were held.
The sun hung in the sky like a furnace, making the air a little hot. However, the salty cool breeze blew from the ocean towards the depths of the "Lisbon" island, blowing through the Kingdom of Pu Egypt, blowing through Cairo City, blowing through the auditorium in the arena, and suddenly felt cool.
At this time, the semi-final round has been completed, and the audience is looking forward to the field with anticipation, waiting for the start of the last semi-final round, waiting for the final final swordsman to be decided.
At the entrance, Richard and Macbeth stood. Nancy walked back slowly, covering her left shoulder with one hand, and there was faint blood seeping out.
"Injured." Richard said as he watched Nancy walk to the entrance.
"Well." Nancy nodded slightly, frowned and said, "My swordsmanship is still not strong enough, so even if I defeat my opponent, I will still injure him. After all, all the swordsmen who can reach this point are not strong enough." Weak. Just be careful yourself and don’t be anxious..."
"Ahem." Macbeth coughed lightly on the side, interrupted Nancy in time, looked at Richard and said seriously, "Don't listen to him, don't be influenced by him, you still have to have your own ideas. Okay. You decide for yourself whether you are in a hurry or not. It is not that important whether you are steady or not. Just win. And on the basis of winning, it would be better if you are more efficient." Obviously, Macbeth is The battle in the morning left a psychological shadow on Richard.
After hearing this, Richard said: "Well, let me try it, Lord Macbeth."
As soon as he finished speaking, Richard turned around and walked out of the entrance and walked towards the field. His opponent had already walked out of the entrance and exit in the opposite direction. It was Totie who had killed Raymond before and was holding a broad sword.
The two walked to the middle of the field, and the host began to introduce them. Because the two have introduced it several times before, in order to prevent the audience from getting bored, they will talk about completely new content this time.
Richard listened to the host in black aristocratic costumes, who kept telling about his bizarre life experience and thrilling experiences. Richard couldn't help but look at Macbeth at the entrance, a little curious as to how the other party made it up for him. . It seems that the other party is very talented in telling stories. Is he a storyteller who was delayed by the wizard...
After the host finished talking about Richard's content, he started talking about Totie's content again.
During the narration, Tuotie in the field looked over and said: "Boy, you should know my strength."
Richard glanced at the other party and ignored him.
"Boy, I advise you..." The other party did not pay attention to Richard's reaction and continued to talk. Richard automatically blocked it.
After a long time, the host finally finished speaking, and then announced loudly: "Now, the game begins!"
"brush!"
A white handkerchief was thrown down.
The moment Totie saw the white handkerchief fall to the ground, he quickly stepped back and kept a safe distance from Richard. Apparently he was a little afraid of being "sneak attacked" by Richard. Even so, the words in his mouth did not stop, and he continued to speak: "Boy, you should know that your previous companion, named Raymond, died in my hands, right?"
"So?" Richard looked calm.
"So?!" Faced with Richard's indifference, Totie frowned. He originally thought that Richard would be angered or show fear, but he didn't expect that Richard seemed to be listening to something insignificant.
Taking a deep breath, Totie stared at Richard and said seriously: "So, I advise you to surrender now, otherwise you may end up with the same fate as one of your companions, Raymond. When the time comes, I will kill you first Kill, and then enter the finals and kill your last companion - the female fencer Nancy."
"Is that so?" Richard looked at Totie and nodded lightly, "Thank you for your kindness. But... if you finish speaking, can we compete?"
"Huh?" Totie was stunned after hearing what Richard said.
Thank you for his kindness? Which ear heard that his words had good intentions? Is he threatening? Does the kid in front of me really not understand, or is he pretending not to understand
In this case…
"Okay!" Totie looked at Richard and said solemnly, "Since you chose not to surrender, I will let you see my strength. I hope you won't regret it when you die. After all, I warned you - I don’t want to kill more people, but you have to stand in front, then..."
"By the way...have you finished speaking?" Richard interrupted Tuotie and asked seriously.
"You!" Tuotie's eyes widened, he was a little irritated, and he really stopped talking. The next moment, he raised his broad sword and attacked Richard fiercely, shouting: "Go to hell!"
Richard stepped forward and quickly dodged to the side.
"boom!"
Totie slashed the air with his sword, plowing a deep ravine in the ground.
Tuo Tie was not discouraged when he failed to hit the target. He quickly raised his broad sword and chased Richard to continue attacking.
Once, twice, three times...
After a while, Totie stopped, looked at Richard with wide eyes, his lips trembled slightly, and he suddenly realized something.
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At the entrance and exit, Macbeth couldn't help but cover his forehead: "Oh, it seems that he is going to use the same method as in the morning, preparing to tire the opponent down, and then resolve the battle."
"Speaking of which, Lord Macbeth, is this the safest way?" Nancy blinked, looked at Macbeth and said, "After all, the power of a broadsword is not small at all. If Richard is hit like me, Swords are not as simple as bleeding, but can break bones or even cause serious injuries. It is reasonable for him to use this method."
"That being said, this is too boring." Macbeth said, "Why should a young man be so mature? Such a boring battle should be exclusive to wizards. If two swordsmen are like this , It’s so outrageous. I hope that Totie can be smarter and find a way to crack it.”
Nancy: "..." At this moment, she wanted to ask Macbeth which side he was on.
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In the field, Totie stopped his attack, looked directly at Richard, realized something, and then said coldly: "Boy, are you going to play me like the guy called Heiman before? Let's I kept chasing you, and then I was almost dead from exhaustion, and then I was easily defeated by you? Huh, you underestimate me."
"Oh?" Richard raised his eyebrows and looked at Totie, "Then what good idea do you have?"
"It's very simple." Totie tilted his broad sword and stood still, "It's better if I don't attack you! If you're not dodging, then I'll stay here and you can play by yourself!"
"Then I can still choose not to move." Richard said.
"Of course you can do this." Totie refused to admit defeat at all. "In this case, let's compare who is more patient. Just stand, I can play with you all day long!" Totie said in a tone of voice, Definitely and resolutely.
"Well… "
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