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When Vivien Leigh walked out of the cramped passage with one hand covering her forehead, she heard this deafening cheer. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

There was light snow on the open gladiatorial arena, and although the sky was hazy, it was two worlds compared to the dim and cramped rest area.

It stands to reason that such an environment should be open-minded, but Vivien Leigh found the atmosphere here more unsettling than the lounge area.

Vivien Leigh followed the participating slaves to the center of the arena, where she stood alone and silently in the last corner, with no one to talk to her, not even the slaves deliberately keeping a distance from her.

At the end of the day, whether it's a threat or a class difference, Vivien Leigh and them are people of two worlds.

Even those slaves believed that by arranging for the first knights of the younger generation to compete with them, the empire was simply cutting off their only way of life. Maybe this so-called silver dragon princess is a murderer who craves blood and killing.

Vivien Leigh looked around the tall stands with her lips slightly confused, and as Charlotte had guessed, she was now in a state of self-doubt about herself.

She heard the emcee stirring up the atmosphere with his excited tone, and when she said that "among the contestants are the undefeated knights from the north and the famous silver dragon princess", the audience stomped their feet and applauded in unison.

The enthusiastic cheering people and the sound of stomping feet in unison made the entire gladiatorial arena shake slightly.

It made her feel like an executioner on the execution ground, or a clown at a banquet who pretended to be crazy and stupid, forced to do what she didn't want to do.

"Knight?"

She remembered that when she was a child, she was led by her two brothers to climb the tall, dark walls of Savoie, and saw her admiring father riding a striped armored horse into the castle to the cheers of the people.

Vivien Leigh's eyes were shining on her little face, and she hurried down the steps by the city walls, defying the danger, and then jumped to Lawrence with joy on the handrails, to the exclamation of Lady Rebecca.

The latter laughed and reached out to catch little Vivien Leigh, and then Vivien Leigh kissed Lawrence's rough cheek affectionately and asked the question.

"Father, they say you're the strongest knight in the North!Tell me!Tell me!What is a knight!?"

Lawrence's answer was still fresh in my mind.

"A knight is a noble warrior who brings victory and glory, who shelters his family from the wind and rain, and so that his beloved wife and lovely children can sleep peacefully by the fireplace in the warm castle. Knights are the lighthouse in the darkness, the city wall in the cold wind, and the sword that has been tempered for thousands of years! They are hope and protection!"

At that moment, Vivien Leigh made the decision of her life.

Her blue pupils sparkled, and she said in a milky voice with an innocent dream, "Then I want to become a knight too! And I want to surpass my father! Become the greatest knight in the world!"

"Knight, ......"

Vivien Liyao thought about her innocent dreams at that time, the feeling she had longed for glory a few hours ago, and the scarred and barely visible people she had seen in the rest area, and sighed self-deprecatingly for a while.

"I've made up my mind, but at the end of the day, I can't do anything...... I'm such a failed knight......"

As Vivien Leigh's thoughts flickered, the slaves scattered with a burst of orders, fighting each other and rushing around the arena, where the three-meter-high wall was filled with weapons of all kinds.

There were flails, one-handed swords, half-handed swords, halberds, bows and arrows, and spears, all of which were rudimentary and even rusty, and occasionally a few well-maintained weapons were quickly snatched by the strongest.

But no matter how rudimentary these weapons may seem to the knights, they are also weapons for killing!

A shirtless man had just kicked the contender in front of him, he raised his well-maintained sword, and before he could rejoice, he was beheaded by one of the people next to him. The man picked up the sword and looked around, his strong strength and bloodthirsty eyes made the surrounding contenders dare not provoke, so he was satisfied with the blood-stained inferior battle uniform in his left hand, and left the center of the whirlpool with the sword in his right hand.

The scene took place in front of each of the weapon racks, and the commotion lasted for about ten minutes, and when it was all over, the strong ones had their own weapons, while the weak ones either lay in pools of blood and convulsed and wailed, or cowered and hid to the side.

The only one who didn't join the competition was Vivien Leigh, who was still stuck in memories.

The original 300 contestants were reduced by more than 60 in the blink of an eye, and the remaining 200 or so contestants did not kill each other, but looked at each other vigilantly.

This situation caused an uproar in the audience, and then they continued to curse and throw all kinds of garbage bags into the gladiatorial arena. The audience wants to watch the fist-to-flesh and bloody fight, not this eerie calm.

Then the next moment, something that caused even more uproar to the audience happened.

I saw a bald man take the first step, he pushed an unarmed slave forward, and pointed at Vivien Leigh and roared.

"Up—"

It was as if it was a signal, and in the next second, all the slaves with weapons pushed their former companions and yelled at them for Fivien Leigh. If anyone dares to stand still, they will reap the lives of those people without mercy.

This is the most shameful siege!

The tradition of gladiatorial tournaments has lasted for hundreds of years, and there has never been such a shameless way of fighting. In the past, although the slaves would hold each other, they would never deliberately target one person. The audience shouted insults, and the aristocratic ladies couldn't bear to cover their eyes.

But the slaves don't have the slightest honor to speak of, they only know one thing, and they can only fight for a chance to survive by killing the most powerful alien!

More than 200 slaves swarmed up, the unarmed slaves in the front row rushed at the confused girl with their teeth, fists and feet, howling like desperate beasts, and the slaves in the back row brandished their weapons and vowed to tear the princess to pieces!

Still confused, Vivien Leigh instinctively unleashed her martial arts, the strength of the Seven Rings that allowed her to stand tall in the midst of the swarming beasts. She parried the attacks of the future one by one, knocking the unreasonable slaves to the ground, but deliberately did not injure the other party's life.

But in the battle of life and death, how can there be mercy. No matter how strong Vivien Leigh is, passive defense is still impenetrable, not to mention that there are no shortage of war criminals and thugs among these slaves, and some of them are even tougher than the elite knights of Erosa.

A rusty sword stabbed into Vivien Leigh's shoulder, her muscles contracting instinctively, and the combination of powerful magical energy and time-trained physical abilities prevented the sword from moving forward.

Fei Wenli instinctively turned around and punched the attacker in the chest, and when she was threatened with life and death, she didn't spare her hand, and when the magic energy burst out, the latter coughed up blood like a kite with a broken string and flew into the air!

The man was dead, and the moment the fist made contact with her chest, Vivien Leigh had a conclusion. The other party's ribs were broken seven, and his internal organs were even twisted into pieces by demonic energy, and unless a legendary priest performed a resurrection technique, it would be lifeless.

"I ......"

Vivien Leigh looked at the slave who was killed by herself, the man was terrified with a trace of residual fanaticism, and the strange face before death made Vivien Leigh overwhelmed.

"What are you doing-"

There was a deafening shout from the audience, the effect of a sound amplification spell.

Vivien Li followed the sound, and then saw a young man in a noble winter hunting suit with short silver hair in front of the purple fur tent propped up on the railing and shouting loudly.

"Stupid sister! The warrior must have done something wrong before slaying the dragon, and he must have had an unbearable experience before the sacred! Edie, that stupid man, before he became a knight, was even a gangster who sold arms and cheated everywhere!"

"So, the warrior who slays the dragon exists--Fei Wenli! It's just that he's far from being as perfect as he seems! There is no perfect existence in the world, but it's precisely because of that imperfection that people can be full of emotion-"

"So, what matters is your heart! As long as darkness and slaughter do not obscure your heart for the light, you will still be the dragon-slayer warrior of Sava Fort—"

"Fight! Fervien Leigh! Fight! If you hesitate at this moment, you can't do anything--pick up the sword for me! Before you can become a dragon-slaying warrior, you must become a cruel angel of the battlefield--Foolish sister!"

As if a ray of light pierced into the deepest darkness, Vivien Leigh, who had no direction in the lightless land, finally found the sign.

She smiled lonely but strong......

"I'm sorry, everybody...... But I can't fall here, I'm going to be a knight of the dragon-slaying warriors—"

Foot on the earth, the earth cracks! Boxing atmosphere, atmospheric wailing!

The surging light blue** can be turned into essence and go straight to the sky!

The girl who became a brave man turned into a cruel battlefield angel at this moment!