Mordred's blade broke through the thick smoke screen, and the excessive speed and strength directly tore the smoke screen into a spherical opening, and the silver blade was clamped by the dark red sword wings, and it traveled rapidly.

Alexander froze for a moment, subconsciously swung his sword to block, and put his hands on the sword, because of the difference in arm strength between the two, he had to use both hands to barely catch Mordred's blow.

Boom!

The sound of metal clashes resounded, and Alexander only felt a numb in the tiger's mouth, although this power was strong, but it was not to the point where he could not win.

It's a bit like wielding the strength of your whole body, but in the end, it hits the cotton with a punch.

(Isn't that right?!) ）

A possibility flashed in his heart, and he was suddenly shocked into a cold sweat.

Looking closely, sure enough, next to Mordred's sword, there was no Mordred.

She - just threw her saber out!

This kind of absurd style of play will never appear in the combat skills of a regular knight. Using the saber as a hidden weapon, Mordred's blow was indeed unexpected!

Just as Alexander blocked the blow, from the side of the horse, Mordred's petite figure sprinted.

She had been leaning on the ground on all fours like a runner preparing to move, like a cheetah that had been poised to attack, waiting for the moment when Alexander swung his sword to block, and while his attention was attracted by his throwing sword, Mordred charged with all his strength and flew past the side of the horse!

Anyway, Mordred is also a knight, and she still understands some precautions for horseback riding.

For cavalry, the most fatal wound is not the enemy's attack, but their own horses, if you don't fix yourself on the back of the horse, once you fall, the damage is far greater than the enemy's cavalry spear.

In particular, the horses were still running at high speeds, and the knights were wearing heavy armor, which exacerbated the damage.

Mordred's blow from the side was precisely with this intention in mind, to kick Alexander off Bucephalas!

Curl up your knees, use the hardest kneecap in your leg as a weapon of attack, and kick Alexander in the flank! The slender and well-proportioned legs wrapped in black stockings do not make people feel beautiful, only the oppressive force that makes people feel cold.

At this moment, Alexander only felt that his flank was bombarded by a galloping war hammer, and his whole person was fluttering, and he was swept away by this power. Although the contact was only a matter of a moment, Mordred would not let this go, and used the skills released by the magic power to the extreme, and the exaggerated magic power turned into a rushing red thunder, and the blow carried out the unprepared Alexander, and with this blow alone, the young strategist was sent flying.

"Ahhhh

Alexander, who was knocked away, let out a low roar of pain in mid-air, and the whole person crashed into the sky above the gladiatorial arena, because of the effect of some kind of magic wall, he hit the translucent wall in mid-air, and then the whole person fell back to the loess with gravity.

The dark horse Busi Phalas lost the owner of the ride and lost the magic support, and barely sprinted a dozen steps, and finally disappeared because of the lack of magic power. Mordred picked up his sword from the ground, blew the dust on it, held it against his shoulder, and swaggered up to Alexander, aiming the blade vertically at his unprotected lower abdomen.

"This trick is to pay you back! Super painful hey bastard! ”

With that, she unceremoniously pressed her hands on the hilt of her sword and stabbed the sharp blade into his flank.

Alexander let out a cry of pain, a sound that comforted Mordred.

She didn't have to kill this enemy, after all, she was the heir of the knight king, and she wouldn't be hungry for killing.

It's just that if someone slashes him in the back, he has to give him back, that's Mordred's creed. How? Yes, a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye. Naturally, by extension, it is to return the knife with a knife.

Because Alexander lost his combat effectiveness, the Romans in charge of the referee decisively decided that Mordred had won. Fujimaru Rika couldn't sit still all of a sudden, and hurriedly rushed over with Matthew and Arash.

Thanks to the fact that Alexander was a brave man recruited by His Majesty Nero, he was considered a man of His Majesty, otherwise, according to the rules of Roman gladiatorialism, in the event of such a gladiator who had lost his combat effectiveness, the victorious side would have executed him. If they don't do this, they will be applauded by the audience, after all, they originally came to watch this kind of bloody thing, and peaceful unfolding is not the plot they expected.

Mordred defeated Alexander, but his eyes did not look at his opponent, but stared directly at the opponent's entrance, and his sharp eyes almost pierced the fence gate, and he looked directly at Yagi Yukisai.

Without words, Mordred gave a thumbs up and slashed at her neck.

I'm going to kill you.

She said this with a gesture.

She has always considered herself the legitimate heir of King Arthur, and has always believed that the only person who can inherit the mantle of the knight king is herself.

But...... Now in front of yourself...... There was another one, the one holding the holy sword......

Although I don't want to admit it, the bastard with the holy sword is more like the heir of King Arthur than himself......

This clear realization made Mordred anxious.

(If you kill that guy...... It's yourself, right? Heir...... ）

With this feeling in mind, her hostility flew towards Yagi Yukisai without concealing it.

"It's really, a headache."

Yukisai Yagi smiled bitterly, of course he noticed the hostility.

"I don't remember offending her. I don't have much to do with the Knights—ah, that seems a little wrong. ”

As soon as he thought of the Servant who had fused into his body, he immediately began to smile bitterly again. Regardless of Mordred's side, the two strong men from Rome carried Alexander back to the lounge.

Because of the servant, the wound healed quickly, and basically anyone can do something as trivial as filling the wound with magic. But the mana lost due to injury will not recover so quickly. To put it simply, although the bleeding has stopped, there is still a feeling of wound under the flesh.

Niijima Yae and Boudicca went to other venues to treat other servants, and they came here before, just because Yagi Yukisai was the fastest to lose.

Now for a while, there are only two people left, and Fujimaru Rika who rushed over to the door.

"I'm sorry, Master, for worrying you."

The red-haired boy had put on his black tights again, and apologized to the Master.

"No, don't think about it, it's okay?"

Rika Fujimaru asked with concern.

"Nope. I'm also a servant. ”

Alexander smiled and curled up his little arms at her, but on the slender arms, the lines of the muscles could be clearly seen, which showed that he had exercised properly on weekdays.

"Being able to compete with the brave men of other planes, whether you win or lose, is a pleasant thing for people to be physically and mentally. This Emperor Nero unexpectedly understood. ”

How can there be a loser's decadence on Alexander's face? Haha laughing. This cheerfulness somewhat relieved Rika Fujimaru.