[Remaining Enemies: 10]

Lukka laboriously pulled his broadsword from the corpse, the wound unobstructed, and the red blood fountain soon soaked the ground.

He was a little tired, but he didn't have much psychological burden

When one gives up thinking, one's actions become pure.

Adam tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword and beckoned the prisoners to gather in the middle, his footsteps closing in to keep his attention.

From now on, hungry wolves have to gather to fight back.

As his skin tightened, he slashed sideways and pinned the arrow to the ground—a sense of crisis that helped him sense a lot when he was focused.

Glancing down, the vertical spiral handle fits the palm very well, and the animal skin strap is very textured.

The slight relaxation after the tightness can be felt with the fingers.

This saber is worthy of being a high-grade weapon, and after fighting in Adam for a long time, there is no notch, and the materials and forging methods used in it must be the best.

The bare feet, which were gray with mud and sand, slowly moved back, several backs touching each other, and then slightly separated to keep room for movement.

Mud and blood stains and hard lumps form uncomfortable armor all over the body.

[Not many contestants are willing to die in the arena, you need to kill those passionate opponents to change the situation]

Adam took a deep breath, and as he stood still, the restless circle of prisoners in the middle began to stop and focus on this side.

The long sword is held next to his face, and the most aggressive player is pinpointed.

【Down-and-out Warlord Servant】

[Attitude: Passionate and belligerent]

[Specialty: Spear Battle, Hammer Strike]

[Monologue: What do these idiots want to do?] 】

"Lucky sir."

Adam let go of his shoulder muscles and muttered softly, his eyes becoming fierce, and the arrow wound was slightly irritating his nerves, keeping him focused.

Hu Cong felt something, and met Adam's gaze, and a trace of horror briefly flashed in his heart.

The prisoners also turned their bodies to this side, but they were all silently staring.

It's like the brown snake will stare at its prey before it is killed, and stick its short hooked foot into the ground.

They were all waiting for someone with a sword to take a step.

And Adam was waiting, leaving his eyes to his prey, but his whole body was on guard.

Sou!

His heart tightened, and he squatted down suddenly.

The arrow flew out of the shadows behind the contestant, through the gap between the two prisoners, and would graze the sideburns.

This is the signal, the last knot of the stern cable to be tied tightly, and the tide is about to rise!

Adam dodged the opponent's most threatening secret move, and the arch of his foot exerted force, and he could even feel the fine gravel embedded in the flesh, and his body slowly pulled up in the roar.

The prisoners behind him also responded, their clothes fluttering and their faces hideous.

Hu Cong's eyes are visibly magnified with the naked eye.

The blood-strewn pitch-black pupils were gradually occupied by the figure of a sword-wielding man.

The calf twitched violently in the rapid rotation of blood, and the soft sound of muscles breaking could be faintly heard, the pain and the long sword arrived at the same time, and the spear in his hand was cut off at the waist.

He tried to dodge, but Adam had slightly blocked the sun, and in his desperation, he couldn't find a way out.

Immediately afterward, the tide overwhelmed him.

The ankle was still weak, the sword had stabbed into the body from various angles, and the head had been slashed by the broadsword before the touch reached the neck.

From Hu to death, he was not sure whether his Achilles tendon was broken.

[Remaining Enemies: 9]

[The enemy is shocked]

Adam trampled on the corpse and steadied himself like a griffin biting off a piece of flesh, looking back at the other prey.

[The morale of the team has been improved, and the enthusiasm of the audience has risen]

The prisoners were already very skilled, and the guy who got close quickly handed the item to his teammate, and then quickly rummaged through the corpse on his stomach.

The head had just stopped rolling and watched as its body was looted.

Adam stopped and glanced like a king in a group of sideburns, and he quickly found the cavalryman hiding with arrows, and the other party was also gritting his teeth and looking at each other with an anxious face.

【Anton Weisen Cavalry】

[Attitude: Panic]

Adam swung his sword forward, led the team to run again, and with that indomitable morale, he carried the team through like a swarm of mosquitoes.

Stepping barefoot on the uneven mud ground is like a fine drum beat, inspiring people's hearts to surge.

Some players also roared and stood up, forming a human wall in twos and threes, protecting the archers behind them, and also retaining the possibility of wealth.

Everyone knows that this guy is from Princess Cathy.

Sweat slid down, and several people moved back a little.

He even began to glance at his teammates to determine if the other party was still holding on to his side.

After all, the group of mad dogs had gone completely mad, and seemed to be planning to use their bodies to block the sword, and the leader was like a sea, like a surge, and attacked head-on.

Adam was desperate.

Death and injury are inevitable, but this breath is already the last life, like a sparkling fire in the sunset, slightly fluttering.

The prisoners were not soldiers, and if they could not rely on this wave of sprinting to turn the tide before the enemy could form their formations, they would no longer have the courage to take up their swords and fight.

The two sides collided, and the two contestants crawled out of it like dogs - at the last moment, they were occupied by cowardice.

The guy in the middle also thought about retreating, but was hit in the chin by the round shield.

Adam swung his sword with the power of his sword, and pulled away his axe.

Behind him, the prisoners used their dismantled cuirasses as weapons, smashing them indiscriminately on each other, slaughtering them with their teeth like locusts.

The screams were short-lived, unable to ripple in the chaos.

Anton Weisen's cavalry was completely exposed to sight.

Adam gave full vent to his pent-up anger and slashed at the other man's chest with two slashes.

"Ahh

With a roar, the Guard's saber was sent through the staggered cross, under the sternum, and through the back.

[Remaining Enemies: 7]

[The enemy hesitates]

The audience stood and cheered, the wooden fence babbled, and the sound of horses' hooves entered the venue.

[The waves crash against the reef, and whether the prisoner can wash up the shore depends on your ability to climb the reef.] 】

Adam knew what it was like to carry hope, and he pulled his sword from the corpse, and blood flowed from the sword, pooling into thin threads, and finally breaking into beads of blood.

The audience was already holding their breath as the horse leader sat in the stirrups and raised his hand to wipe his black curled hair.

【Son of a Brutal Warlord】

[Attitude: Crazy thirst for blood]

In the stands, there were different looks.

Cathy clenched her fingers into a fist, and Duheng stood with her hands in her hands.

Arnold sat upright with a calm expression.

On the scene, no one complained about anything, and fairness was a joke from the beginning.

The other man opened his mouth and drank softly, galloping forward, the horse's hooves bombarding the earth.

Adam exhaled turbid air and ran slightly.

The palm of the hand loosened and closed again, shaking the hilt of the sword, shaking the residual fluid off, and the whole weapon was sharp.

The two figures were about to stagger, and the rider with his right arm raised left a large shadow, and the spear was already waiting with all his strength.

Adam turned to his side, and in the gap between the two positions, he turned sideways and lay down.

The spear was no more than two fingers from his throat.

But he dodged and slid on his knees in that misshapen position.

Struggling to raise his arms in the midst of bulging muscles, he raised his sword and cut at the horse's legs.

……

In silence, the inky cone-headed horse folded its front legs and collapsed, and the rider crossed the arc with the saddle and mount.

In the shadows, someone knelt with a sword.

Behind him, however, was a cloud of dust.

The horses groaned, and the sound of bones snapping was heard.

Adam's eyes were scarlet, and he let go of the hilt of his sword.

[Remaining Enemies: 6]

[The situation is reversed, the enemy is terrified and loses the will to fight]

[The battle is over.] 】

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