The fierce wind pressed his body and stirred his long hair, but Cech was calm and motionless.

In the midst of the whimpering whimper, seeing that the huge iron-thorned mace was about to hit his forehead, some timid viewers below seemed to have seen the tragic scene of the thin and slender Chambord warrior's skull shattering** crosswise, and some people were even so frightened that they covered their eyes......

But at this very moment-

Click! click! click!!

A series of slight cracking sounds slowly came.

Battle, an incredible reversal between lightning and flint.

On the sword test table, everything changed from movement to stillness.

The sturdy Gude warrior's form, like a brute beast, suddenly came to a complete halt, along with the terrifyingly heavy mace in his hand, which seemed to be iron thorn giants that could tear the heavens and the earth apart a moment ago, and then paused in the void.

At this moment, they could not move forward even the slightest.

And it's the fingers that stop them.

Two fingers that are not thick.

Peter Cech, who had always had a calm face, just lightly stretched out two fingers, and the fingertips pressed against the tip of the mace, and instantly defused the crazy full force of the Gude warrior.

No, it's not just about defusing the attack.

Also defeated opponents.

Soon, all the spectators under the sword trial stage grew their mouths incredibly, and their jaws almost cracked.

For they were stunned to see that white cracks quickly appeared on the mace of the Ghoude warrior, centered on the fingers of the expressionless Chambord warrior, and then these cracks began to expand and spread like spider webs, and then, the pair of giant weapons made of fine iron turned into pieces of iron of different sizes and fell to the ground.

"Hiss......"

The bearded warrior looked at the severed handle of the Iron Spike of Forgiveness that was left in his hand, his face turned pale, as if he had seen a ghost, and his legs and stomach began to twist.

One finger can shatter a pair of refined iron giant hammers that have been tempered for thousands of years, indicating that the strength of the two sides is not at the same level at all, as long as the other party is willing, he can even point himself into minced meat with one finger.

"You lost. Cech withdrew his finger and said softly: "I don't want to kill, you can jump off the sword test table yourself!"

"I ......" The bearded warrior of ancient Germany wanted to say something, but when he looked at the broken iron on the ground, all his courage suddenly vanished, and he was stunned, turned around and jumped off the sword test platform.

"In the first game of the master battle, Chambord Peter Cech wins!"

The referee loudly announced the victory or defeat of the first game of the ancient Germany and Chambord masters, and the sound spread far away through the sound transmission magic array that had been arranged on the sword test table for a long time, and fell into everyone's ears.

"Cech!Cech!!!! Peter, Cech"

No one expected that there would be such a wonderful situation in the first game of the master station between the two countries, although there was no fierce fighting scene with fierce fighting spirit, amazing destructive power, stone chips flying in smoke and dust, but the scene of Cech in light armor pointing to smash the giant of refined iron still shocked everyone watching this game.

Even the visual impact of this shocking scene far exceeded that of any earth-shattering fight, and the thousands of onlookers who were awakened by the sound of the magistrate immediately chanted Cech's name frantically, and the scene was extremely bloody.

On the sword testing platform, the slender figure set off the simple and simple light armor, the black cloak hunting in the wind, and the curly long hair dancing like a waterfall, Cech, exudes an indescribable charm at this time, and the demeanor of a warrior and commander blooms to the fullest.

Sun Fei laughed and applauded in the rest area in the distance.

More than fifty Chambord Saint Seiya excitedly struck the shield with the giant axe in their hands, making a burst of clanging gold and iron clashing sounds, cheering for their commander.

This is the first time that Saint Seiya has seen Cech make a move.

They also didn't expect that the commander of Cech, who looked unusually low-key on weekdays and rarely showed his strength, was considered by them to be inferior to the recognized masters of the expeditionary force such as the [Second General Humm], the king's personal bodyguard, etc., actually had such a high strength, looking at the commander who was arrogant in the silence on the sword test platform, every Saint Seiya felt that his blood was burning.

......

"Another master has appeared in Chambord City!"

"Peter Cech, I don't seem to have heard much of this person's name before, but seeing that he didn't even have a fighting spirit, he smashed the strength of the opponent's heavy weapons with one finger, and with this hand alone, I am afraid that he has the hope of entering the top ten of the masters of the Northern Theater this time!"

"Such a strong strength, a little bit of fine iron giant, well, his strength is only afraid that he will also be promoted to a five-star level, right?"

"Well, a good master, try to see if you can dig him up from the Chambord King!"

On the VIP viewing seat of the No. 44 sword test platform, seeing this scene, these big people with high status were also shaken hard, and in the midst of a surprised discussion, some people's eyes flickered, and they were already planning a plan to dig the foot of the wall in their hearts.

In fact, the previous Imperial Martial Arts Combat Competitions are also a grand event for the major nobles and forces in the empire to tap talents, and many nobles will recruit these warriors into their own forces by means of co-optation or threats after taking a fancy to some of the powerful samurai of the vassal countries who have emerged through the competition.

Although these acts are carried out in secret, they are actually tacitly approved by the top of the empire, and some people even compare such acts to cutting leeks, and the three years between each martial arts competition is a breeding period, and when the strength of each subject country grows again, it is time to harvest 'leeks'.

The reasons for this are complex.

The empire does not fully trust all the vassal states under its rule, after all, there are countless things that have happened in the continent of Azeroth that the vassal states have risen in one fell swoop and overthrown the monarchy, and even the Zenit Empire itself was established on the basis of tearing apart the Spartak Empire, so through this 'harvesting' means, it can not only strengthen itself, but also silently dissipate the strength of each vassal state, which is also one of the means of the empire's counterbalance of the vassal states.

Of course, this poaching has not always succeeded.

On the continent of Azeroth, after declaring allegiance to their king, true warriors generally do not owe allegiance to others.

This is one of the ancient honors and beliefs of the samurai.

It's a pity that in such a continent where the law of the jungle is followed, some people stick to glory and faith, and naturally some people choose money and status, and even those kings who have loyal warriors, when facing the great forces and military of the imperial capital nobles and the military, they can't wait to choose to end the master-slave relationship with the warriors under their command, and surrender their loyalty and their own warriors to the imperial capital nobles.

This kind of thing has happened too much in the past two decades.

During this time, the Chambord King was born a blockbuster, and the strength of Chambord City skyrocketed, shocking the entire imperial capital, but in the eyes of some people, it was not a piece of fat and oily fat, and everyone wanted to 'harvest' and digest this piece of fat into their own strength.

Like patient and ferocious wolves, they are quietly lurking and waiting for their chance.

And now, here's the opportunity.

Find out the masters of Chambord City, and then tempt and win over these Chambord masters through various means in private.

No one believed that the achievements of Chambord were monolithic, and those masters who came out of the bitter cold and barren land of the poor countryside in the north would be attracted by the high-level forces of the empire, and they would not be moved by the sudden money and status.

The 'leeks' are already extremely luxuriant, and the 'harvest' season has begun again.

......

In the next six master matches, Chambord City defeated Ancient Germany almost at the speed of the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves.

[Hum Ha Er], Fernando Torres, Warden Oleg, and Philippe Inzaghi appeared one after another and defeated their opponents.

The prince of ancient Germany, Drenthe, who was among the masters of the attached royal family and ranked among the [Seven Wolves], was known as the last master of the [Black Wolf] to appear, and held on the sword test table for the longest time, and the blonde boy Torres fought for more than twenty minutes, but in the end he was still defeated by the unpredictable arrow shot by the longbow in Torres's hand, was pierced through his left shoulder, lost most of his combat effectiveness, and had to admit defeat and jump off the sword test platform.

These six master battles made the audience around the No. 44 sword test platform fascinated.

The strength displayed by the shampoo master shocked everyone.

The invincibility of Drogba and Pierce, the staggering defense and bizarre shockwave punches of Warden Oleg, the blonde hair and uncanny archery of Fernando Torres, and the elusive assassination of the thin, shy handsome young man......

The bizarre fighting skills displayed by every shampoo master made every spectator who chose to watch the battle at the No. 44 sword test platform hearty and addicted, and glad that they chose to come to watch this match.

Even some good deeds of the bard had privately assigned majestic nicknames to the six shampoo masters who had appeared one after another to show their strength, and before the battle was over, they had already begun to chant and proclaim it in the crowd......

"Paul Pierce, the ruthless swordsman of King Chambord, his body is as strong as an ox, and his sword is as fast as lightning...... O gods, no one can see the path of his sword, and when you feel the wind passing over your body, it means that you are dead......"

"[Black-haired Fist] Didier Drogba, that is the strong warrior under the throne of Alexander, the king of the north, his body is stronger than the sea of Warcraft, his fist can shatter the stars, poor man, don't try to provoke this Chambord warrior, or his fist can shatter everything about you......"

"[Desperate] Fat Oleg, that is a fat and huge battlefield monster, even if the dragon faces him, he will feel despair, his body can withstand all attacks, his fists can tear the earth, poor man, facing him, you will only feel the despair of the abyss......"

"[Shatter a finger] Peter Cech, his finger can shatter fine iron, shatter everything......"

"Fernando Torres, the son of the wind, shoots arrows faster than the wind, his dashing posture is more graceful than the wind......"

"Inzaghi, pray that any enemy does not see him, for when you see him, his dagger has pierced your heart......"

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