The barbarian warrior's weapon was knocked away, and he lost his strength and fell to his knees. Sidlifa struck him with an axe that nearly broke his ribs and fell to the ground.

Dropping the broken weapon, Asker's gaze swept over the ground and he picked up a two-handed greatsword. At this time, the audience was completely boiling, and many spectators stood up almost in unison, shouting the nickname "Viking" excitedly, and the sound almost shattered the sky.

At the other end of the arena, a bloodied Seoris dropped his weapon and fell to his knees to admit defeat, his eyes full of defeat and horror.

The leader of the barbarians, nicknamed the "Icewolf", turned around with a sneer, a bearded Northland man, his face smeared with red ochre war paints, and his eyes seemed to be burning with flames.

"Vikings?" His voice was cold and hoarse, as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper, "It's just a flock of emaciated Cyris lambs, and they dare to be named after the heroic ancestors of the Northlanders?" ”

This sentence caused public outrage, and the audience almost exploded on the spot, and many audience members even jumped on their chairs and shouted at him in a rage.

In the box, the officers of the Imperial Guard were all pale, only Michael was expressionless, and his eyes were a little gloomy.

What needs to be explained here is that the historical ancient Solomonic Republic conquered Syreth militarily, and Syreus used advanced cultural industries to conquer East Solomon in turn.

Today, the Eastern Solomonic Empire is culturally fully cyritic, and its citizens are keen to watch Ciris's plays and movies, read Cirius's novels and poems, and even speak and write in Ciris's language rather than Latin.

However, only racial perception must not be compromised. Inherited from the ancient Solomonic Empire, the identity of the Solomonic people is the proudest place for the citizens of Constantinople.

To call them "Cyris people" is to call them "primitives" is a more vicious act than killing them.

Asker explained in such a low voice that Sidlifa understood, and said with a sigh, "That's too vicious, are you going to duel him?" ”

"Duel?" Asker asked.

"He has insulted your nation. In order to save your reputation, you have to wage a sacred duel against him. "Well, take my axe and throw it at his feet." ”

What is my nationality, I am a Chinese, right? Aske smiled bitterly in his heart, but he couldn't tell the NPC's body clearly, so he simply took her axe and threw it at the feet of the "ice wolf" on the opposite side.

"I accept your challenge." Icewolf sneered and picked up the axe from the ground.

He had previously observed Asker and Sidlifa's cooperation to kill the enemy, and he was simply shocked and frightened, knowing that he would definitely not be able to defeat these two people at the same time, so he deliberately "insulted" Asker, provoking him to launch a duel against him, thus forcibly creating a one-on-one environment.

"Then let's do it quickly." Asker said this, raising his two-handed greatsword.

The two men held their weapons and lunged at each other at the same time, and their bodies staggered almost instantly.

Asker turned and threw his two-handed greatsword to the ground. The Icewolf, on the other hand, maintained his post-chop position, and was suddenly horrified to find a sharp pain running from the left side of his neck to his right lower abdomen.

“…… So fast...... When...... His sword ......" he muttered his mouth open, but he couldn't make any sound. His thoughts suddenly shattered into staccato fragments, and his body fell to the ground as soon as he stood, falling into the dying of serious injuries.

Before the host announced the final victory, the order in the audience was completely out of control.

Many young citizens climbed over the fence almost in unison, lifted Aske up in the posture of victors, and began to parade around the field with a howl.

The rest of the men picked up the weapons of the vanquished and the corpses, held aloft and followed the procession, singing the ballad of the victors.

It wasn't until the carnival had dispersed that the gladiatorial gold cup was brought by Sadric.

According to the rules of the gladiatorial arena, it should be held up by all the RED gladiators.

However, Asker turned his head and glanced at the only three people left, only Sidlifa stood beside him, and Theotis, who had survived by surrender, had long since lost his head.

"So be it." Sidlifa winked at him, smiled and showed a mouthful of white and fine teeth, and held up the gladiatorial gold cup with Aske to the cheers and applause of the audience.

The subsequent "one-day champion" (Daily_Champion) undoubtedly fell to Asker.

Saddric led him to the Honor Room inside the Colosseum, where traces of the "one-day champions" over the years were displayed.

Asker was first asked to take a photograph, then left palm prints and footprints on the clay tablet, and then received a medallion made of magic bronze.

"Finally, there's our bonus session." Saddric cleared his throat and said with a smile on his face, "The prize worth 500 pounds can also be converted into cash. ”

"What are the optional rewards?" Asker asked preparedly.

"The hottest ones are, of course, weapons and armor." Saddric took out a directory, "Let me see, the most exchanged is a 'Spellbreaker' armor + shield set, which is made of magic copper. ”

"This mystical mineral insulates you from the effects of supernatural powers, shielding you from any supernatural abilities. If you choose Mithril and Adamantite, you'll have to choose weapons, and there's no circle on them. ”

"The second is spirituality-rich medicine. We have a large bottle of 500 ml of Life Essence Stamina that can completely heal your injuries or any ailment dozens of times. ”

"Of course, there are potions and potion recipes, but they are all gladiatorial sequences, so you may not think much of ......"

"How do you sell potions?" Aske interrupted.

"We only have Class I potions at the moment, a 400-pound bottle." Saddric blinked, "Recipe for 100 pounds." ”

"I'll choose the potion, Sharps I." "The rest is converted into cash." ”

Saddric didn't speak, just clapped his hands, and soon a servant brought a bottle of potion.

This bottle of "Sharps I" is as metallic as silvery-white, with messy and sharp lines, as if containing countless tiny pieces of iron, which flow slowly along the center of the vortex.

"Is there an ashram?" Asker asked. His "Perfect Physique X" had been fully digested during the gladiatorial fight, so he could take the next potion immediately.

"Yes, we have an oriental-style meditation room." Saddric said.

He led Asker to the cubicle at the end of the hallway, opened the door with the key, and turned to leave. Asker entered the compartment, sat down on the only futon, and uncorked the potion.

Drinking the potion, his eyes immediately widened. All the hair on his head turned silvery-white and stood on end, like a hedgehog or a porcupine facing a great enemy. The veins on his body were all bulging, with a slight tremor and sound, as if thousands of sharp blades were cutting through it.

A scorching breath crept up from the throat and esophagus, bringing a sharp pain like a knife.

He knew that this was a conflict between "Perfect Body X" and "Sharp Weapon I", so he just forcibly pressed it.

Suddenly, a bloody gash broke across his face, smooth as if it had been cut by a razor blade, and then a second, and then a third...... Countless bloody mouths burst into the skin around him, and with the indifferent expression on his face, it was so terrifying that it almost turned into a bloody demon.

Finally, the cuts slowly closed and healed, leaving only a faint mark of new flesh. He let out a long breath and stood up.

"Sharps I" has been preliminarily digested, and a large amount of knowledge about the use of sharps has poured into his mind, some of which he knows, but more of which he has never known.

In the games of the previous life, even if it was a holographic online game, there was no way to instill memories into the player's mind, so the effect of "Sharps I" was to give system correction and data visualization when the player used the sharps.

However, at this time, Asker is like an NPC, and he has really gained all the knowledge of using sharp weapons, and his understanding of the combat system of this world has also deepened.

Entering Level 2, I took another step towards becoming a "Weapon Master".

The next potion is "Dodge I".

Taking the remaining 100 pounds of bounty, Aske left the arena and saw Sidlifa waiting outside. This extremely slender neutral beauty is not wearing any armor at this time, so she constantly attracts the attention of passers-by around her.

"Where's your armor?" Asker asked.

"It was taken back by the Colosseum." Sidlifa replied frustratedly, not hiding the chagrin in her tone.

"It's fine." Asker comforted her, "Now that you've joined my team, of course we'll have all the weapons and equipment for you." ”

"That's good." Sidlifa's face immediately returned to a smile. The happiness of martial idiots is as simple as that.

In the Red Side's underground training ground in the gladiatorial arena, Theotis was alone, silently looking at the gladiatorial gold cup that was just thrown on the ground because no one wanted it, his eyes were complicated and confused.

It turned out that this guy he had been hostile to had never taken him seriously from beginning to end.

………………

Returning to the ancestral house with Sidlifa, Aske pushed open the door and saw a young girl rummaging through the living room, when she heard the door open and turned her head sharply.

"Are you...... Mia? Aske said uncertainly, recognizing the person who had helped him get spiritual materials, named Mia. Sinqui Marni's Thieves' Guild Maiden.

Mia's expression froze there, and in an instant, she flashed the expression of being stolen, and then quickly adjusted why nothing had happened, and said:

"Ahem, our guild has recently discovered that a batch of luxury goods have flowed into the market, so we sent me to find out if there are any nobles who are planning to sell furniture for money because they are short of money. As a result, I found ...... in your house."

"Alas, if you are short of money, you can tell us, like silver cups, silver candlesticks, oil paintings, etc., our guild can buy them at a fairly reasonable price."

"Thief?" Sidlifa looked at her and asked Aske.

"No, no, no." Mia hurriedly defended, "How could I steal Master Achilles' things? I know him! I've dealt with someone who has done business before. ”

"I've been selling things lately." Asker ignored her argument and said, "Because the church knights came to my house and broke a lot of things, I just took these scraps out and sold them." Miss Mia, you're late, I guess everything in the house is almost sold. ”

"That's good, that's good." Mia subconsciously agreed, and she didn't know what was good, so she suddenly asked, "By the way, did you form a mercenary group?" ”

"yes, what's wrong?"

"Do you lack a thief?" Mia smiled flatteringly.