It wasn't until he saw the Death Knight sword that Esshu remembered the fierce mercenary who had clashed with him in the tavern of Silverlake, but so much time had passed, and only a vague impression remained in his memory. And as the other party solemnly said his name, that impression gradually overlapped with the masked gatekeeper in front of Essho. "Is that you?"

"It's me." Adassas nodded, his stance relaxed and showed no intention of attacking, but Esher cautiously kept his distance. Although the two have not really fought each other, Eshua knows that the other party is not easy to match, he can easily break through seven levels in a row, presumably Adassas can too, the difference is probably only the level of efficiency. "Originally, I should have asked you if you agreed to continue the challenge before every fight, but the first level of the champion was so badly defeated by you that the champions behind him were a little enthusiastic and wanted to help him get back on the field, so no one spoke—of course, I'm sure they've calmed down now. But I'm different, so this cutscene still has to go through, are you sure you want to continue the challenge? ”

Eshu didn't answer immediately, he glanced at the seventh level champion who was being carried away from the field: "None of them should be the fighters of the arena, right?" ”

"How is that possible," Adesas scoffed, "how dare the owner of the Raven Arena have the confidence to start this ten-game event just by relying on those pigs who are out of breath with just a swing of their practice weapons." I've heard that the boss has some connections and has invited the Iron Guard detachment of the Guardian Legion to take charge. Don't look at the fact that he makes a lot of money, but in the end, the dinar that will reach the small coffers may not be twenty percent - do you need more time to rest? ”

"No, go ahead."

"Let's get started!" Adesas strode forward, the blade of his longsword swinging lightly towards Estheus, the tentative intent was very obvious. Eshua didn't rush to see the move, he could rely on his strong resistance to resist the impact of wooden weapons, but he would not test the sharpness of the Death Knight's longsword with a pair of fleshy palms. Estheu took a step back, took two steps across and three diagonally, constantly changing the angle of his dash - a trick he used to play all the way down, often getting around his opponent's weapons in seven steps and getting closer, but with little success in front of Adesas. The blade of the Death Knight's longsword was like a white shadow, always following Estheau's pace, always sealing his attack route at the right time. Eshu took seven steps in the opposite direction at a greater angle, this time the blade was waiting for him to come to the door with his chest held out at the finish line, and although Eshu stopped in time, his head was hit by the sweeping scabbard. Eshua unsheathed his sword with a swing of his neck and took two steps back to widen the distance. Adassas did not continue the pursuit, and stood in place for a long time, with a long sword in his right hand and a scabbard in his left hand, pulling out a conservative stance. Eshua shook his head, shaken off the slight dizziness, his opponent obviously figured out his opening routine, and calculated that he did not dare to force the blockade of the Death Knight's sword head-on, and kept his left hand holding the scabbard behind his back to prevent him from noticing. When Estheus fell into the trap that had been prepared for him by custom, Adezus burst into flames and struck a blow that was fortunately a scabbard rather than another sharp sword.

Esthew was right, Adassas had indeed been observing him from the stands for a while, and Esthew's repeated use of the seven small quick steps in close quarters and the reverse seven strides of the close grappling were all in Adassas' view, and Adassas did have some skills, and he was able to perfectly respond to and defuse Essho's offensive with his previous observations, and even used it to overshadow Esthew. Unfortunately, this hand did not win, kill, or even establish any advantage, after all, it was only a scabbard, not to mention that the opponent's muscles were unusually strong. Adezas watched as Esher swung with all the strength of his wooden axe and pulled the seventh level champion out of his heavy armor. But even if Adezas had another long sword in his hand, no matter how secretive he hid it, Esher would definitely be on guard, and it was a matter of two questions whether that violent blow would work at that time. If the two really clashed head-to-head, Adexas would probably not be able to survive ten rounds, even if he had the advantage in weapons and armor - he had already comprehended the huge disparity in power between the two when he was in Silverlake Town. Livingston's Iron Guard detachment is full of tough guys, who are said to be not inferior to Fieldsway's berserkers, but they are as weak as sheep under Estheau. Adassas didn't think he would be stronger than the Iron Guards.

"If you're going to stand there all the time, you're going to lose in a minute." Adassas reminded Estheus.

Estheus was silent, he stopped taking those complicated steps and walked straight for Adesas, his sword and scabbard immediately clasping him in his pocket, blocking any space for a moment to dodge. However, Eshua had no intention of dodging, he held the scabbard with one hand and tried to take the blade of the Death Knight's longsword into his hand with the other, but the sword escaped just as his fingers were about to touch the blade, leaving a deep wound on Essho's arm. There was an exclamation in unison from the stands, this was the first time that blood had been seen since the Ten Consecutive Battles. Unimpressed, Eshua continued to move forward, but Adesas had already made a few nimble back-jumps to widen the distance, and Eshua chased after him without hesitation, once again placing himself surrounded by a sword and scabbard. The two went back and forth, going back and forth twice, and Adezas immediately realized that Essho was trying to force him into a corner of the field, and that if he lost room to maneuver, he would be forced into a fight with Eshy - something he had been trying to avoid. But before that, how many wounds does Essho have to pay for this? Out of the corner of Adexas's eye, the eye fell on Estheus's bloodied arm, on which he had already left three insignificant wounds, one of which would have cut an artery any deeper—well, how could only two of them be bleeding?

Wrong! Adassas instinctively felt that it was not good, but it was too late, and from the moment he began to retreat, the initiative to control the distance completely fell into the hands of Essho, and as long as Essho kept moving forward, Adassas had to retreat. He slashed Estheu's shoulder with a single sword, but at the same time his back pressed against the cold walls of the arena. Estheus's shoulders slid against the sharp blade to the gauntlet, and at the same time, Estheus's hand finally clamped down on Adexas's sword-wielding wrist - it was still a great force that was difficult to resist at the beginning, and Adexas gave up the struggle with a slight twist, allowing Eshu to smash Adezas to the ground with a back fall.

"Stop! I throw in the towel. As Estheu's fist was about to hit his head, Adezas let go of the hilt of his sword, "You don't need to stun me. ”

The fist came to a sharp halt above Adesas's forehead, and when the five fingers were brought together, the protruding knuckles had rock-like edges and corners, along which beads of blood flowed, converged, and dripped down. But it was just a tragic illusion, Adesas could see clearly, the wounds he left for Essho were slowly healing, and then he suddenly realized why Essho would adopt such an unreasonable style of play, because he had a very unreasonable physique. "You won." He reached out to wipe the blood from his face and said smugly.

"You're really strong," Eshu stood up and held out his hand toward Adesas, "Are you interested in joining my team?" ”

"When I was in Silver Lake, I was in dire need of money. You can't hire me with three hundred dragon dinars now, and I still have a three-month contract with the Arena, so you can come back in the summer." "Adesas stood up, raised Essho's arm in the air, and asked aloud amid the frenzied shouts of the stands on the east and west sides:

"Are you sure you want to keep up the challenge?"

"Sure."

"The ninth level! Level 9! Level 9! The atmosphere in the stands on either side was completely ignited when Esher nodded, and large swaths of dinar and flowers were thrown at his feet. So good luck, it is said that there is only one person in the ninth and tenth levels, but I have never seen them, after all, the people who participated in the ten consecutive battles can beat me at most. Adesas limped off the field, and Essho threw him hard.