Bill didn't know, Dicron himself knew it, but he couldn't resist Starbuck's trash talk.

Because what really makes him angry is not those abusive words, he has long been used to hearing them since he was a child.

What really made him angry, and even panicked, was that he was shaken in his heart, and he somewhat agreed with Starbuck's words.

He is just silent, and he is not a fool, although he does not say some things, he remembers them all.

If he loses his current strength and becomes a cripple, what will Bill do to himself?

With only a beginning in his mind, Dicron didn't dare to continue thinking.

Bill's cold-blooded side, he has seen so much that he doesn't need to be described to him by Starbuck, because a lot of times, as Starbuck said, he plays the role of an executioner.

I've never thought like this before, and I'm at peace with everything.

But when this idea appears, it is like using a shadow to linger in the heart, and it keeps tumbling.

The big knight launched a foot charge, which is comparable to a war horse, not to mention the champion knight, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a whirlwind.

Ordinary people's eyes are about to be unable to keep up with the speed of his legs swinging, and his feet are like springs, although he can't step on the pit with every step, and it is inevitable to bring up dust.

It's a long time to say, but in fact, the cheers of those spectators haven't completely fallen, and the two champion knights have already fought more than a dozen times.

The distance between the two narrowed, then closed, and then closer, and in just a dozen seconds, they circled around the gladiatorial arena twice.

Both are champion knights, and there are still differences in the physical fitness of the two, which is directly related to body type and individual genetic quality.

In terms of size, the tall Starbuck is superior in strength and physique, which is determined by the developed muscle groups, and at their level, their own potential can be basically squeezed out, and there is rarely a reversal situation in which ordinary people are overwhelmed by an inconspicuous little man in the field of strength.

Dicklon, who is slightly skinny, has an advantage in speed, not to mention little air resistance, and the completely different types of armor on the two also mark the route they take, and his blood-colored armor is to sacrifice some weight and protection in exchange for faster speed.

Dicron is slightly faster than Starbuck.

However, the gladiatorial arena is not a track and field arena, and the comparison is not simply speed.

Even if Dicron has amazing archery skills, once he shoots an arrow, his speed will involuntarily slow down, and the size of the gladiatorial arena is limited, once Starbuck predicts accurately, he will directly block his way.

In more than ten seconds, Dicron was within three meters of Starbuck three times, and each time Starbuck only had time to make a sword, and each time it was dangerous.

If you describe the swordsmanship of the Great Knight as amazing.

Then the swordsmanship of the champion knight is divine.

If it is the swordsmanship of the great knight, it is called art.

The swordsmanship of the champion knight can be called a treasure in art, a fine product among fine things.

If you really want to describe the swordsmanship of the champion knight, it is still those three words - fast, accurate, and ruthless.

When these three words reach an extreme at the same time, the degree of horror is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

The two have no fixed routine at all, and they are all on-the-spot reactions.

The exclamations in the audience did not stop from beginning to end, wave after wave, wave after wave, dazzling, dizzying, one by one, sighing, just by virtue of these ten seconds, the value of the ticket money of this silver coin.

No matter how many arrows there are, there will always be a time when they run out.

Dicron shot three pots of arrows in less than two minutes, and the damage caused to Starbuck was minimal, and it was difficult to achieve even the purpose of consuming physical strength, after all, he was also moving at high speed during the whole process.

Dicron threw away his longbow and drew his twin blades.

Every gladiator is an all-rounder, and he is proficient in all eighteen weapons, but he is familiar with every weapon, which is inevitable.

There is a kind of gladiatorial fight called life and death in gladiatorial fighting, in this kind of gladiatorial fighting, gladiators do not wear any weapons and armor on the field, and some weapons are scattered in the field, which kind of weapons can be grabbed, purely depends on luck, many times there are weapons used, it is an extremely lucky thing, which is qualified to pick and choose.

Dicklon, who was born as a slave gladiator, was naturally the best of them, and the bow and arrow were only a long-range attack method that he was good at, and melee combat was not necessarily much worse.

Starbuck did not take advantage of the situation to attack, but stood far away, and the cynicism never stopped.

"I told you a long time ago, your archery skills are at most to deal with those who don't enter the stream, it's useless to meet really good players, such as me, the sword is the fastest way to distinguish the winner from the loser!"

"I know you still have one last trace of unrealistic illusions in your heart, so why don't we do an experiment today so that you can see what they really are. ”

"I'm not interested in anything you say!" Dicron grimaced.

can be easily defeated by people with words, Dicron is not qualified to go to this day, and has long been a part of the corpse pit.

The three pots of arrows shot into the air, although they did not cause any damage to Starbuck, but part of the fury in his heart was vented, and part of his sanity returned.

This time I made up my mind, no matter what Starbuck said, I would adopt the principle of not listening or believing it, and according to the original plan, I would get the gladiatorial championship this year, and the rest of the things would be said after the competition.

Because any decision made now is blind, and who knows if there is any calculation of Starbuck hidden in it.

Years of fighting each other did make the two sympathize with each other, but this was only in terms of force, and for both sides, at least for Dickron, he did not agree with many of Starbuck's lifestyles.

In terms of character, let alone understanding, how could he embark on the road of great rebellion because of the other party's righteous and awe-inspiring rhetoric?

Not before he enters the ring, and even less so on the field.

"Since you're not awake now, I'll wake you up!"

Starbuck was not the kind to give up easily, he firmly believed in his own judgment and schemes, and when he saw the ugly faces of these cold-blooded animals, Dicron would join him sooner or later.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The two roared at the same time and charged at each other, unleashing the most fierce head-on collision.

Zheng Zheng!

It's the sound of swords colliding.

Bumper!

It's the sound of flesh colliding.

Outsiders look at the bustle, insiders look at the doorway.

The layman was dazzled and enthusiastic one by one, and he only felt that the speed was so fast and the power was so great, but how fast the specific speed was, how big the power was, there was no concept at all, after all, for them, the speed of 100 meters broke eight seconds, or broke six seconds, it was almost the same, and they could only look up to the existence in this life.

But in the eyes of insiders like Sean, it's completely different, they can easily calculate how fast and powerful the other party is.

They were drenched in cold sweat when they watched it one by one, because they involuntarily substituted themselves into it, and found that the other party could take their own lives with a casual move.

Before this, Sean had always thought that it was nonsense to be a master and fight for hundreds of rounds, all of which was fiction, and in reality, hand-to-hand combat often ended the fight within one or two moves.

Now it seems.

It's purely my own loneliness.

When two evenly matched champion knights come together, the impossible becomes possible.

Both of them have reached a kind of peak of anticipation and perception, which makes it difficult to kill with one hit, because when the sword passes, the opponent's weapon is already waiting there.

In the eyes of others, the two sides are like rehearsals countless times, ping pong, and the fight is extremely gorgeous, like a fake fight, but this is just a layman's opinion.

Anyone who has a little ability can see that the two sides are not only really fighting, but also in danger, both of them are walking a tightrope, a little slip of the tongue, even if it is just a light touch, even if the physique of the champion knight, can only go to the god of death to report.

Sean also fully realized the importance of a good piece of armor, even if the two were champion knights, there was no way to achieve 100% protection, many times they realized it, but they didn't have time to react.

This is where the difference between a veteran and a new recruit is revealed.

Recruits scramble and make things worse.

Veterans will be conscious, move their bodies in a small area, and use the nearest part of the armor to meet the impact, but if they don't, they will also avoid the fatal point.

The two champion knights are undoubtedly veterans of veterans, with far more combat experience than ordinary people, and even the armor is carefully designed.

The armor on Starbuck's arms and legs was noticeably thickened, like a shield he carried, complementing his less agile half-handed sword, and Dicron was protected from one-third of his attacks.

Dicron showed the origin of his name to the fullest, the pair of short knives that were three points shorter, two points wider, and one point thicker than normal long knives, in his hands were two poisonous snakes, constantly spitting snake letters, with his nimble steps, circling around Starbuck, like a bloody storm.

If Starbuck is not careful, there will be an extra hole in blood on his body.

"Open!"

Dicron inserted one of his short knives into the hollow design of Starbuck's half-handed sword, and the other short knife pecked at Starbuck's hands, and Starbuck would have to pay a heavy price if he wanted to keep the half-hand.

"Drink!"

The champion knight is the champion knight, the adaptability is superhuman, the body suddenly half turned, and the half-handed sword also appeared a hundred and eighty degree rotation, and at the same time that his half-handed sword came out of his hand, he also twisted Dicklon's short knife away.

This was not the end, he took a hard blow with the armor of his left arm, and his right hand gathered into a fist and struck Dicron on the arm where he was still holding a short knife.

Dicron reacted unpleasantly, reflexively retracting his arm and not letting it be solid, otherwise, this punch would have ruined his arm.

However, the tendon was swept away, and the short knife couldn't be saved, and it flew out of his hand.

"You've lost!"

Dicron said with a cold expression.

One spear was against Starbuck's throat, and at the other end was Dicklon's rock-solid hand.

Just when Starbuck turned around, although he took off all of Dicklon's double knives, his back also showed a gap, although it was fleeting, but it was enough for Dicron to do a lot of things.

For example, punch him in the back, or draw his throwing spear.

Dicron chose the latter, because he knew how difficult Starbuck really was, even if he punched hard, it would not necessarily end the fight, and it was not the same with a weapon in his hand.

"Congratulations, you're the gladiator king again, but do you think it makes sense?"

Starbuck's expression was calm, neither disappointed nor frustrated, not even the poisonous tongue he had at the beginning.

"Look around, what do you see? Don't worry, I won't use such shoddy tricks. ”

After a few seconds, the entire gladiatorial arena reacted and boiled.

The speed at which the two people decided the winner was so fast that many people didn't react, followed by a frenzied shout.

"Scarlet Storm!"

"Scarlet Storm!"

"Scarlet Storm!"

"Dicklon!"

"Dicklon!"

"Dicklon!"

"Execution!"

"Execution!"

"Execution!"

In the beginning, there were both those who cheered Dicron's name and those who hailed his nickname.

However, in the end, it became a unified chant of "execution".

Executions in the gladiatorial arena have recently become the norm, with many spectators shouting instinctively at first, then becoming visceral, and many dancing with excitement and red faces.

They had seen a lot of executions, but they had never seen the execution of a champion knight.

Not to mention champion knights, even big knights are not common, and it is very rare for Starbuck to make a dead hand against Valesta Butchers before.

The most excited is Bill, who has a white beard, in just ten minutes, like a roller coaster, experiencing the ups and downs of life, Rao is the city is deep, he can't bear it, stands up, and shouts hoarsely.

"Dicron, what are you waiting for?execution!execution!execution!execution!kill him, kill this scumbag, kill this bastard, do it! I order you to kill this bastard!"

Obviously, the old slave owner hated Starbuck to death, and although he didn't know what the two said, the blood storm was unusual, and he must have been in it.

Starbuck, who was clamoring for execution, looked as usual, as if he had anticipated the situation in front of him.

On the contrary, the executioner, Dicklon's face turned pale, and it was obvious that the situation in front of him was completely unexpected.

"Do it! What are you waiting for? As I said before, they are not cheering for us, but for themselves, and they don't care who the victors are, our lives are worthless in their eyes. If you were the one who fell here today, they would do the same. ”

"Wake up, how far are you going to deceive yourself? Are you willing to be their slave forever? Be their executioner forever, until one day you miss and be executed in the gladiatorial arena? What about your dreams?"

"I don't believe it, they won't do it!" Dicron shook his head.

"If you don't believe me, I'll prove it to you. ”

Starbuck let out a loud cry, his body was a little off, and at the moment when Dicron lost his mind, he let go of the tip of the spear and crashed into Dicklon's arms, knocking him to the ground.

The spear changed hands, and Starbuck pointed the spear at Dicklon, although he avoided the point, the edges and corners of the spear still cut a big hole in Starbuck's neck, and the blood flowed, and Starbuck didn't realize it.

The roles were reversed instantly, and the audience in the gladiatorial arena was silent for a while, and then the cries for execution rose higher and higher.

Starbuck was right, except for a few people, most of them didn't care who the winner was, they were just a bunch of spectators.

And people who watch the excitement usually have a common mentality, that is, they don't think it's a big deal.

Although they are not necessarily as extreme as Starbuck says, they are all a bunch of cold-blooded monsters.

But in the gladiatorial arena, a place where human nature is distorted, many people's thoughts and consciousness are swayed by others, and the suppressed evil in their hearts is completely released.

After leaving the gladiatorial arena, they may regret it, but now they show the most fanatical and crazy side.