The Colosseum of Constantinople.

"The first to play was the blue team! The leader of the team is Scolapó 'Polar Bear'! He once tore the enemy's head from his neck alive in the battle last month, with only a pair of fleshy palms! In the loudspeaker speaker, the host spat and explained, skillfully inciting the atmosphere of the scene.

"Any opponent who weighs less than 140 and encounters a polar bear must carefully consider whether his neck is made of iron!"

The crowd in the audience also shouted wildly.

The Eastern Solomonic Empire, since its cultural assimilation by Ciris, the upper aristocracy has turned its nose up at this bloody and barbaric campaign with a full turn to art, literature, and cinema.

The burghers still have a soft spot for the classical gladiatorial culture, and the lower the paupier, the more they like to watch people fight, bleed and die in the gladiatorial arena.

Of course, the gambling industry, which is closely integrated with gladiatorial fighting, is also an important reason why gladiatorial culture can prevail at the bottom.

"Then it was the RED team! The leader of the tour was the Thracian 'Brown Bear'! The host continued to roar, and he could even be heard jumping excitedly on the loudspeaker, "The brown bear may not have as developed muscles as the polar bear, but he is nimble and cunning enough!" ”

"It's a duel of strength and skill, two bears fighting, and in the end only one survives, and we don't recognize a draw in the gladiatorial arena! Whoever can stand to the end will be able to lift an equal weight of gold on the corpse of the enemy! ”

Asker carried the greatsword and entered with the RED team. Then, the two teams in red and blue burqas shook hands, and Theotis looked at the leader opposite, stretched out his knife and slashed it on his neck, his eyes quickly glanced at Aske on the far right.

This neck-cutting action is done for yourself. Asker, of course, knew what he meant, and the other side didn't seem to understand, just laughed fiercely.

The starting gun sounded, and the gladiatorial fight began. Almost immediately, the crowd in the audience stood up, waving their fists at the gladiators below, shouting at the gladiator teams they supported to fight bravely, or cursing the tragic death of the opposing team.

The red formation on the field shrank instantly, and everyone squeezed into the left flank (leaving Aske alone on the far right) to fight with the right flank of the blue team.

This was obviously a surprise to the BLU team, but they certainly won't let it go. First, the strength of the team corresponded to the right flank, and then two people rushed to Asker on the left flank, naturally with the purpose of letting the other party lose one member first.

"Oh my God! Theotis, what did you do? You ditched one of your poor teammates on the far right! The host's efforts to pretend to be exaggerated cries turned into eloquent analysis, "Is this a bait?" ”

"Sure enough! The blue team chose to send two people to eat this bait, so the original main battle line immediately became eight to seven! Abandon local forces in exchange for positive numerical superiority, is that what you're for? A cunning brown bear? ”

"This damn host clown! I'll tear out his intestines and strangle him again! Theotis, who was fighting, was so annoyed by this that he was so distracted that he was stabbed in the helmet by someone opposite, causing his ears to ring.

He took two steps back, into the cover distance of his teammates, and glanced at Aske on the far right again, watching the two blue-clad gladiators expertly begin to flank him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a vicious smile.

Two veteran gladiators on the blue side approached Asker with lightning speed.

One of them raised his two-handed sword and slashed hard, while the other leaned to the right, his broadsword stabbing to the left like a poisonous snake, striking Asker's left ribs.

Immediately after, the two of them chuckled in unison. Because Asker faced their combined attack, just a slight jump back, and all the attacks of the two were flashed.

At the same time, his greatsword lifted off his shoulder, and he dragged the blade of the sword with both hands and swung it horizontally.

Neatly slit the neck of the man on the left.

"! Tiger cut! In the audience of the gladiatorial arena, in the box on the top floor, someone looked down and suddenly shook his body, and he didn't even know that the wine in the wine glass had spilled.

"Tiger cut? What tiger cut? The person next to him laughed, "Michael, are you practicing martial arts and practicing demons?" ”

The Emperor's Guards Officer Corps was an elite guard unit composed of young officers who were proficient in combat, directly under the Emperor of the Solomon Empire. During His Majesty's expedition, His Majesty Constantine took about two-thirds of the Guards with him, and the remaining one-third remained in the imperial capital to protect the two princesses in purple.

After learning of Manzikt's defeat, these young officers were worried about the fate of His Majesty the Supreme Emperor, and feared that they would receive the bad news of the sacrifice of their comrades who had been with them in the past.

Of course, for these senior officers who are already transcendent and skilled in martial arts, there is nothing to see in the gladiatorial battles of ordinary humans, but it is even more depressing to stay in the barracks.

Captain Michael originally thought so, but he didn't expect to see such exquisite swordsmanship skills in the Great Arena.

"Don't make a noise!" He raised his palms and immediately quieted his laughing teammates, "Let me see if it's a coincidence." ”

His teammates looked at each other, and could only follow his gaze and look seriously at the gladiatorial arena below.

The blue-clad gladiator on the left had his neck cut by the heavy sword, and the flesh around the entire wound rolled up, and he fell to the ground convulsing and losing his breath. The man on the right shuddered and realized that the reason why the other party chose the giant sword was not just relying on brute force.

Before he could respond, Aske had already jumped, his two-handed greatsword slashing down quickly. It was too late to dodge, and the man could barely parry upwards with his sword.

Only to hear a clean "bell", the giant sword directly cut his sword, and then slashed his helmet with great force, cutting his head out of a fatal rift.

"Slash the Crack!" At this time, several guards saw it clearly, and jumped up from their seats in horror, "How is it possible! Who is this guy? A master of court swordsmanship? How come we haven't seen him? ”

"It's a lion's tooth." Michael's face was serious, and he slowly rotated the wine glass in his hand, "Do you remember the Tactical Eight Styles?" ”

"Tactics" is a military manual written by Emperor Leo VI more than 100 years ago, which records how extraordinary warriors should use powerful physical strength to transform into effective killing skills on the battlefield, and it is also a manual of advanced military martial arts that the emperor's guards must learn and study.

Michael reminded him slightly, and his teammates reacted almost immediately, and someone quickly recited it:

“…… His Majesty once said that there are four fatal points in the human body, namely the temples, throat, chest, and lower abdomen. There are eight tactical types, namely lion teeth, left lion teeth, right lion teeth, eagle cut, tiger cut, dragon cut, fluttering wings, and rush. ”

"Lion's teeth. Slash your head and slash the top. ”

"Left and right lion teeth. Cut off the left and right shoulders and waste both arms. ”

"Eagle cut. Cut the eyes and intimidate their minds. ”

"Tiger cut. Cut his neck flat and cut his throat. ”

"Dragon cut. Cut the waist flat and break his abdominal organs. ”

"Flap your wings. Sneak attack on the teaser and cut its perineum. ”

"Rush. Pierce the abdomen and vent its blood. ”

"Poof." Someone next to him laughed, "Why are you so serious?" It's just a straight slash to the head, and it may not be the high-level skill lion's tooth recorded in "Tactics". Maybe it was a random attack he used? ”

"Breaking through the block with one blow and slashing the roof can be done at will?" Michael sneered and said, "He must have hit the center of gravity of the sword when he slashed, otherwise it would be impossible to slash the weapon and cut off the helmet so cleanly." This man is not only skilled in martial arts, but he must be an extraordinary person, just look at it. ”

The two blue-clad gladiators were killed, and the stalemate on the field was overturned in an instant. There were no casualties on the side of the main front, and Theotis and his red-clad players bit the opposite side very tightly, always cleverly taking advantage of the advantage of one more person.

"Eight against seven! The red brown bear still holds the edge! No, it's nine against seven! The host exclaimed, and saw Ask, carrying a big sword, heroically breaking into the blue team from behind, the giant sword in his hand was drawn out like a whirlwind, and the full moon slashed!

"The Franks' fighting skills." In the box, Michael commented, "Violent, but bulky, not difficult to dodge." ”

Sure enough, the blue-clothed gladiators around them were shocked and dodged in all directions. Asker's full moon slashed into the air, but succeeded in disrupting the BLU line, so much so that the red-clad gladiators immediately seized the opportunity to isolate the scattered blue-clad gladiators.

This guy! Saiotis was angry and shocked, he didn't expect this newcomer to fight back unharmed, and he also disrupted the blue front with a surprise attack around the rear, which was equivalent to taking away the limelight of the entire team.

When he was angry, he saw that the blue team leader "Polar Bear" suddenly took a sideways step and intercepted Asker, who was trying to continue to disrupt the formation.

This guy wielded a two-handed warhammer, a blunt weapon more powerful than a two-handed greatsword, and it slammed down with a single swing.

Aske stepped sideways to dodge, sword in both hands and stabbed horizontally. "Polar Bear" crossed the warhammer grip to parry, and with a "ding" sound, the greatsword slipped away from his grip and stabbed him straight into the eye.

"Polar Bear" hurriedly retreated, and Asker had already collected his sword and raised it high, jumping forward with a small jump and slashing down with both hands on his sword.

"Lion's Tooth Jumper?" Michael looked solemn, "No, it's a mountain collapse!" HRE Sword Collapse Mountain Strike! ”

The greatsword slashed against the handle of the hammer, and 'Polar Bear' felt only a force on it that almost crushed his backbone.

He struggled to support the block with both arms, and the force on the handle of the hammer suddenly sank again, almost tearing his jaw apart.

With another sink, the entire warhammer handle "hissed" and broke in two, and the greatsword had severed his right collarbone and nullified his entire right arm.

In the next second, a cold sensation slipped through his neck, and his vision was reversed, and his consciousness quickly fell into darkness.

Beheading.

"This ......" The officers of the guard in the box were silent. After a long time, someone spoke:

"It's a mountain collapse triple stack...... Is this guy good at the swordsmanship of our Solomonic people or the swordsmanship of the Franks? ”

"For two-handed greatswords, the Frankish sword skills are indeed more suitable." Michael said lightly and stood up, "Don't look any further, this gladiatorial fight is over." ”

The "polar bear's" head rolled around on the ground several times, and the expression of unbelievable pain could be seen on its face stained with blood and dust.

The decapitation of the BLU leader immediately ignited the excitement in the audience, and for a while, even the citizens who had bet on the victory of the BLU team stood up feverishly, slapped the chairs in front of them like crazy, and shouted hoarsely for Asker, the gladiatorial hero.

Taking advantage of the fact that the blue team was divided and fell into a disadvantage, the red-clad gladiators cooperated with the flanking attack to kill the two. The remaining four blue-clothed gladiators could only quickly drop their weapons and fall to the ground, indicating submission and admitting defeat.

"The winner of this gladiatorial fight is!" The host roared with all his might, "RED team! Victory belongs to this new red-clad gladiator! Our new god of war, Hercules! Well, I think he'll have a louder nickname soon. Rejoice in this wonderful victory, citizens of Constantinople! ”