"Hey. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Zheng Fei stopped the soldier, his face was slightly gloomy, and he told seriously: "Start lightly and try not to hurt him." ”

The warrior slowly twisted his head, and there was a rebellious look between his eyebrows: "In our Spartan arena, only those who win can live." ”

The meaning of this sentence is obvious.

Zheng Fei didn't say anything, nor did he scold, just used one action, and made the soldier sigh obediently and nod helplessly.

He pulled out the Death of Ares from his bosom.

"Okay. The warrior smiled wryly and strode towards his opponent.

On the docks, the people of Constanta held their breath as they awaited their admired leader of the heroic knights to slash the challenger sent by the enemy army.

The sky was blue, the clouds were fluttering in the wind, the sea breeze was blowing, the high stacks of containers, and the porters were standing or sitting, staring intently at the two sides of the duel, their eyes wandering, and sweating for the knights and officers in their hearts.

It would be a rare opportunity to feast your eyes on the duel of knightly officers, who will surely be enthusiastic about the officers and look forward to his wonderful performance.

But now the opponent is a Spartan warrior, and his name is even better than that of Brad, a palace-level killer.

Everyone in Constanta had heard the legend of the Spartans, who in the mouth of their elders were an invincible people, living only for one thing, and that was to fight.

They had a deep reverence for Sparta, even though it had long since been erased from history.

When the distance between the two was only five meters, they stopped and stood still.

Remembering the advice of Zheng Fei, the owner of the Death of Ares, the first thing the warrior did was to bend down, plunge his heavy sword into the ground under his feet, and face the officer with only one shield in his hand.

Alas, who let that guy get the favor of Ares, the god of war, he has to listen to everything. He thought so, and let out a sigh of grumbling as he straightened up.

The officer never accepted courtesy, and with a calm face, he threw down the knight's saber without hesitation, beckoned to the sword and shield soldier not far away, and asked him to hand over a shield.

Seeing this, the warrior cocked the corners of his mouth in appreciation, and slammed his fist the shield, making a sound like a bell.

At the same time, in the blink of an eye, he pounced with his iron shield raised.

The Spartans didn't care about what the so-called strong people were the ones who struck later, but paid attention to ending the battle as quickly as possible and never delayed.

The officer rushed into battle, and in the face of the iron shield swung by the warrior, he raised his shield and blocked it with all his might.

Boom!

The piercing sound of metal clashing made his brow furrow, and his arm was numb, and as long as the warrior slammed it a few more times, he probably wouldn't be able to hold the shield.

But instead of doing so, the warrior used a simple and brutal way, using his shield to fight him to the death, and the two sides held their shields against each other, as if they were trying to see who was stronger.

Trained in deep martial arts, the knightly officer focuses on the warrior's other hand in case of a sneak attack. He also wanted to sneak attack, but he really couldn't spare his hands, and only two hands together could barely resist the strange power of the Spartan warriors.

The strong disparity in strength made his last hope turn into despair, and at this moment he finally believed that these 4,000 warriors were indeed Sparta.

Gradually at a disadvantage, he was forced to abandon his distracting thoughts, forget his fear of Sparta, and roar to support the ground with his feet, and stop retreating.

"Sparta, that's it. He gritted his teeth in hatred, staring at the warrior's unemotional pupils.

He wanted to be at such a stalemate, but he suddenly saw the warrior's eyes change, perhaps irritated by what he had just said. Immediately, he felt a super pressure, and there was no room for maneuver, and he threw himself on one knee, still trying to struggle with great difficulty, unable to straighten his arms, and his shield against his entire chest to meet the force exerted by his opponent.

Dramatically, the Spartan warrior still used only one right hand, and the muscles of the tense arm were vigorous, revealing the enormous energy it contained.

At this point, even if the two sides have not yet started fighting, the outcome of the duel is already obvious.

The kneeling of the leader of the heroic knights immediately caused a burst of exclamations from the admirers, and then sighed, and after a short silence on the dock, it returned to the noisy embrace.

"Sir......" The knights were dumbfounded, ashamed of themselves in the midst of the chatter of the laborers and merchants.

The pride of the Heroic Knight Legion, the pride of Constanta, the knight leader who had won countless duels and participated in countless wars, actually knelt down in front of so many people.

The foreign merchants, who had nothing to do with the matter, lay on the edge of the guardrail on the deck and grinned and made mocking quotations, and when the nearby Constanta heard this, they waved at them angrily and shouted at them, saying that they would beat them into meatloaf.

The porters were wild, and the merchants were not easy to mess with, so they immediately called a large group of sailors to come out to help, and the two sides were about to fight, and the whole wharf was filled with commotion, and it became a pot of porridge.

"My master said, 'I can't kill you.'" The Spartan warrior stared coldly at the officer, his arm muscles slightly relaxed, and his strength was somewhat lighter.

"You might as well ...... Kill me. The officer squeezed a few words out of his teeth, he was already overwhelmed, and he did not fall to the ground with the support of faith and dignity.

He regretted it.

Before this, he thought that no matter how strong the Bull Army, Brad, or Spartans were, they would not be able to break through the limits of humanity.

Now, he has been ruthlessly crushed and destroyed by the legendary Spartans, and the prestige he has painstakingly built up over the years has been burned, and his worldview has collapsed.

It's over, it's all over.

His eyes darkened, and the men's mockery, scolding, and sighing mingled with each other, filling his ears like a biting cold wind, and stinging his whole body.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

"Please......" he said to the warrior sincerely.

It was the first time in his life that he had begged someone in a low voice.

Oh no, it's the second time, the first time is when I begged the rich man to give a broth to my critically ill father when I was a child, and I was met with the rich man's harsh rejection and sarcasm. Later, when he grew up, he killed the rich man.

Say. The warrior's answer was still cold and intermittent.

"Please defeat me ......"

"I suspect something is wrong with my ears, you repeat it again. ”

"Please defeat me ......"

Suddenly, the warrior burst out laughing and threw a pitiful glance at him: "This is the most ridiculous request I've ever heard, you know, it's impossible." ”

"No, you have to lose to him. A deep voice came.

Striding forward, Zheng Fei came to their side. (To be continued.) )