"Redhead, hurry up and fix it, no more nonsense. ”

The red-haired kidnapper's accomplice urged.

"Alright. ”

The red-haired kidnapper smirked wickedly as he walked up to the young knight's apprentice who had been thrown to the ground, raised his foot and stepped on the young man's half-inch head.

"To be honest, now I admire you a little, the fall just now is indeed a bit heavy, but it will not make you lose the strength to resist, the one who knows the times is Junjie, this sentence is indeed very reasonable, but-"

The red-haired kidnapper pulled a cigarette from his jacket pocket and put it to his mouth, but did not light it.

He pulled another gun from the back of his buttocks.

This gun is much smaller than the one the red-haired kidnapper was holding before, but the craftsmanship is far better, if the previous gun was just a tool, now this gun is a real artifact.

The young knight apprentice below seemed to realize something, he was lying on his stomach with his face to the ground, when his hands suddenly rested on the ground, his head was raised, and his chest muscles were strained, as if he was ready to get up.

But the red-haired kidnappers easily terminated this qiē with a single move.

His foot, which had rested on the young knight's head, stomped down hard.

The young knight's apprentice fell to the ground again in humiliation, his cheeks in more intimate contact with the earth beneath his feet.

"I don't like you as a bastard. ”

The red-haired kidnapper took the cigarette in his mouth with his hand and adjusted his posture slightly.

"It's boring. ”

"So—" The red-haired kidnapper raised his hand, the black muzzle of the gun pointed at the head of the young knight's apprentice beneath him.

"Please die. ”

The people around her turned pale with fright, and the nearest half-elf girl finally looked up at this side, her emerald green eyes were filled with tears, and her pretty face became slightly distorted by panic, fear and helplessness, but she didn't dare to move.

All the people on this boat did not dare to move.

"Bang~"

There was a loud noise, but it wasn't gunshots.

The red-haired kidnapper was no longer where he was, but he had been sitting in a cloaked young man, and when all eyes fell on him, his cloak was raised high, as if there was a wind coming from nowhere.

And the red-haired kidnapper who was swaggering before went to lie miserably on the ground, foaming at the mouth, like a doll that had been played badly.

"You, you, you!"

Of course, there were still many people who saw what happened before, and a kidnapper pointed at Al with a pale face and said a series of you.

"Poof!"

This sound was much softer than the previous sound, like a fart that had been deliberately controlled.

But that's the real gunshot.

If it is not a firearm that is actually used on the battlefield, it is usually added with a silencer array that reduces the volume, and a firearm with no sound is obviously much more effective than an ordinary firearm that is so loud that it can scare crying children.

The cloaked man standing there dodged the shot with only a slight flick of his body.

"Who are you? How can there be professionals here?"

The middle-aged man who looked most like the leader of the group of kidnappers had an incredible look of disbelief written on his face, and it seemed that he was quite confident in the information he had obtained beforehand.

"I'm not a professional, I'm just an ordinary magic apprentice. ”

Al turned around and explained blandly.

"Magic apprentice?"

The middle-aged man who looked like he was supposed to be the leader had a weird face, and it was an expression that you could describe as teasing me.

"Alright, whether you're a magic apprentice or a blood assassin, in short, you're in our way, and those who get in our way will only end up—"

The middle-aged man pulled out the scimitar at his waist, and a series of gems set in the spine of the knife shone luxuriously and charmingly.

"Demon Knifeman?"

A questioning voice came from under the cloak.

The middle-aged man waved the random sword in his hand in the air a few times, and the brilliant sword flowers like a rainbow immediately bloomed.

"Your Excellency also said that you are not a professional, and you can break my profession in one bite, it is said that I know that the real magic swordsman in the Vima Empire is quite rare. ”

"I saw it in a book. ”

The cloaked man on the other side said in a very innocent voice.

As for the sound that was quite good, it was naturally ignored by the middle-aged swordsman, after all, it should be easy to change one's voice with only magic and something like that, and as for how difficult it is to use magic to change the voice to be so good, it is not within the scope of middle-aged people's consideration.

The middle-aged man's expression became more and more stern, as he felt that his IQ had once again been insulted by the cloaked man opposite.

Shrinking his body to resemble a full bow, the middle-aged man suddenly came out of the string like a strong bow.

Seeing that the boss made a move, the rest of the kidnappers all showed reassuring expressions.

The previous redhead was actually quite good, although he hadn't really taken the gladiator guild exam, but these kidnappers believed that his strength was definitely not inferior to that of a real certified fighter.

Gladiator is a somewhat special profession, because gladiators pay attention to their bare hands, which makes their innate destructive power inferior to that of professionals of the same level, after all, no matter how much you train your fists and feet, it is difficult to achieve those qualities of alloy in terms of hardness, and it is impossible to compare sharpness with a polished blade.

Therefore, some people say that the most suitable arenas for martial artists are those professional or private boxing arenas, because only fist and foot fighting will not be as easy as a sword to see blood and harvest life.

Unless he has been trained to a high level where his physical body has changed, he is definitely not a fighter.

Redhead is a good fighter, but in real combat, he doesn't surprise his fellow kidnappers by defeating a professional of his level, or even a lower-ranking professional.

But the cloak monster's method of defeating the redhead turned out to be his fist, and that fighting style was simply a copy of the redhead.

Could it be that the cloaked freak is also a gladiator?

This is a rather disturbing speculation.

Gladiator is a very special profession, as mentioned before, ordinary fighters are not strong, because limited by the ** fighter, no matter how proficient he is in various fighting techniques, it is like encountering an opponent whose fists and legs can't cause too much damage.

But just as a fighter can become a high-level fighter, and can train his body to a level comparable to steel and alloy, then earth-shattering changes will occur.

High-level fighters will become extremely powerful, not only will they no longer fear any of their peers, but they will even have a vague advantage.

Because unlike other professionals who rely on external objects, their weapons are their hands, their legs, and their bodies, and when these things have the qualifications to be able to fight with the sword, they have the most satisfactory weapons in the world. (To be continued.) )