Richard unbuckled and tossed the sword aside along with the matching belt. He took off his boots again and stood barefoot on the cold, smooth volcanic rock ground.

The two of them stepped back until they were two or three paces away. At the same time, he leaned over and pounced on the other party.

In terms of physique alone, it's like a contest between a cheetah and a tiger. Insiders can understand at a glance that the huge difference in weight between the two sides has decided that this is a battle without suspense.

With four arms on each other, Gunther puffed out his muscles and was just about to teach the Pompeians what wrestling was. Suddenly, I felt a weakness on the left side of my body, and the whole person involuntarily fell to the ground.

The big mole covered his eyes, only to hear the sound of flesh hitting the ground, and he couldn't bear to see how tragic it was. Presumably, it's no different from a red tomato smashed on a cutting board, but it's a pity that the freshly cleaned floor is untouched.

In any case, if a nobleman dies, the damned nobleman will definitely be held accountable. Lord Sauron may not be able to save himself, so the property and fields must be transferred to ...... as soon as possible

"Look! the lord has won!" shouted in disbelief as one of the servants beside him tugged at his sleeve.

Alas, it's really dead, so you have to go and the barbarians...... Wait, won, won, really won! How could it!!!!!

The big man and the servant hugged each other and cheered loudly.

Gunther's face was terrifyingly gloomy, and he rolled over and got up from the ground.

He is a warrior who walked out of the snow-capped mountains full of dangers, and countless wanderings between life and death have already taught him composure. No matter how weak the enemy may seem, serious handling is the only option for the Snow Mountain Warriors. Just like a lion hunting a small hare, he will do his best.

He knew very well that he was not underestimated, even if his opponent looked very thin and short, even if his arms were thicker than his thighs. But because of this, I don't understand why it was overturned.

The only theoretically feasible explanation is that this Pang was probably really a master. He has a deep enough understanding of strength and balance, and he uses skillful force to unbalance himself.

It's like a thousand-pound boulder that happens to be in equilibrium, and it can be pushed down with a little bit of force. Human movements, though not as rigid as rocks, do have similar limitations.

Applying this technique, which is only theoretically possible, to actual combat, definitely represents the pinnacle of the mountain, and Gunther asked himself how far from it. But in the wrestling ring, the role of skill is limited, and strength and weight are the real hard currency.

And when it comes to strength and weight, Gunther looked at Richard's thin figure and laughed silently. Master, the gap between us in strength is as huge as the realm of our realm.

"Come again!" Gunther's eyes were as sharp as falcons.

"Uh, you brute, still don't admit defeat?" The big mole was so anxious that he almost fainted, and forced out a Far Eastern-style opera line.

Although he didn't know how Richard won just now, according to him, winning is winning. Whoever fights with this brute again has a brain.

"Come again, come again. Richard beckoned.

Even after a round, his eyes were still calm, his breath was still long, and he obviously didn't pay attention to his opponent at all.

Gunther is not a reckless man, or any "Snow Bear Hunter" is a ruthless character with both intelligence and bravery. He took a cautious look, and as soon as he came up, he firmly pressed his arms against it, dragging the confrontation into a duel of power in its purest form.

The idea cannot be said to be problematic, and it is true that the initial preset goal has been initially achieved. It's just that after starting to wrestle, Gunther suddenly felt that what he was pinching in his hand was not like an arm, but two solid bronze sculptures!

Oh my!

Gunther used all his strength, and his muscles exploded with earthworm-like tendons! His unusually strong flesh burst out with a powerful force that was enough to tear apart the tiger and leopard alive! But he clearly found that he was being lifted inch by inch by his opponent!

Bang!

Lying on the cold ground again, Gunther finally understood a fact - the reason why he lost had nothing to do with any peak skills or any subtle realms, it was purely because the most proud power was completely suppressed by the opponent!

Yes, it sounds incredible, but it's true. Gunther, the Snow Bear Hunter, the pride of the Ice Plains, the most powerful of the Highlanders, was defeated by a Pompeii dwarf.

The highland barbarians' worship of the strong has long been ingrained in their bones, and since this Pompeii is more powerful than the Snow Bear Hunter, he is qualified to be the leader of the group.

Gunther got up from the ground, and his mind was already determined. He opened his mouth, and the blow to his back made him speechless for a while.

"Hahaha, a good man. Richard looked up to the sky and laughed three times, "Since you don't want to admit defeat, let's do it again!"

......

Sideways falls, over-the-shoulder falls, back-to-back throws!

The arena began to hear the dull sound of flesh colliding with the ground, and even the ground trembled slightly. The onlookers were stunned as sculptures, and the tools in their hands fell to the ground in a trance.

"Big~Hercules~" The big mole looked at all this blankly, his hands shaking nervously.

How brave the warrior like the little giant was, he had seen it was more than just a good-looking showcase. But under the relatively thin figure, he was thrown around at random like a rag pillow, and he was even more powerless to resist than a wooden target.

Gunther was surprised by Richard's performance, but Richard himself was also full of surprise.

According to his experience in the mixed martial arts arena in the southern provinces, as long as the ordinary soldier takes two beats, he will understand that he is just a poor praying mantis trying to block the carriage, and honestly admit defeat and give up.

Even those knights with long titles and high status, who say that honor is my life, actually know the times very well, and at most say a few words of righteousness before surrendering.

In contrast, the barbarians were truly terrifyingly tough, beaten for a quarter of an hour without any way to fight back, showing no sign of surrender, and still trying to get up from the ground again and again.

Wrestling is definitely heavy physical work, especially when it comes to falling a little giant who is more than two blades tall, Richard can't help but gasp slightly.

Is it the roaring wind on the snowy fields, or the battle that never stops while hunting? Is it the lofty sense of duty to the clansmen, or the heart of the samurai that burns forever?

He had already regarded these barbarians as future subordinates, so he had always been measured, and at this moment he couldn't help but wonder if he should give some color to take a look.

"Enough!" Someone from the onlookers finally jumped out to stop him, "You tyrant!

The heavy body fell for the last time, and Gunther rolled over and spread it flat on the ground with difficulty, but this time he really couldn't get up.