Then it's your turn!

Mark was very worried, and the odds of beating Fat were really small.

They hadn't washed for days, their faces were already stubble, their hair was unkempt like thatch, and they were indistinguishable from slaves in their eyes, just as they couldn't tell the difference between lizardmen.

The fat man was even wondering why an ordinary slave was here.

This slave is far weaker than any opponent.

It seems to be more fragile than the red head just now, and there is not even as much meat as theirs.

Under the fat questioning gaze, one of the guards opened Mark's chains and removed the shackles.

Macton felt a sense of relief, a sense of freedom, even if it was only temporary.

Rubbing the blood stains that had been strangled by the chains for a long time, trying to get used to such comfort.

The guard led Mark to a corner and motioned for him to pick a weapon.

Most of the weapons scattered were bloodstained.

Perhaps due to the passage of time, the blood stains have long since solidified into a dark red.

These should belong to the weapons of the dead who have fallen here!

With so many of them, it seems that there must be a lot of resentful spirits in this filthy land.

Spears, shields, forks, axes, knives, etc., were scattered on the ground.

Mark hesitated, unsure of what weapon he was suitable for.

I remembered the words of an oriental instructor who had trained himself in martial arts.

Weapons are an extension of the will, and although they vary in form, they are used for the same purpose, everything is done to kill.

As long as it is used properly, even a piece of paper can be used to kill.

McCall, who is known as a chauvinist, and a group of students look down on the Oriental instructor from the bottom of their hearts, and ask him to show it in ridicule.

The instructor did not argue with it, silently pulling out a blank piece of paper.

After folding it repeatedly, it formed a sharp object, and walked up to McCall and smiled slightly.

While McCall was stunned, he poked his arm.

McCall then let out a shriek, much to the astonishment of all the students present.

McCall's arm was wounded, and red blood was gurgling through the circular hole.

In the dumbfounded eyes of everyone, the instructor was neither humble nor arrogant, and said lightly: "If it is not the arm that is stabbed, but the neck artery, then this student will die." ”

(Don't imitate, write this way out of necessity for the plot of the novel, although there are other methods in it, but there is still a certain degree of danger.) ）

The instructor paced back and explained, "Weapons come in different forms, but as long as you take advantage of them and use them properly, they will be multiplied in power. ”

Since then, no one has been absent from his subjects, and no one dares to despise this skinny oriental instructor.

Thinking of this, Mark's confidence doubled.

The strength of humans is far inferior to that of lizard guards, let alone fat guards, and some weapons are obviously not suitable.

A dull double-edged sword was sandwiched between the stacks of weapons, and the hilt was dusty and unobtrusive.

Mark pulled it out and checked it, the weight and length were just right.

Although the sword body is not more than one meter two, and the width is only four fingers, in terms of texture, it is definitely of the highest grade.

The spine of the sword is flat and heavy, and although the surface is pitted, it is generally indomitable.

All of them show that the sword body is strong and durable, and it is full of toughness.

The handguard is simple but not simple, and is cross-shaped with the sword body.

The scars were all over the place, and many attacks were blocked by the original owner, so the sword was definitely not an ornamental weapon.

Even more peculiar is the soft steel wire attached to the hilt!

Curious, Mark twitched the wire to see what it was connected to.

After twitching for a few meters, an iron ball suddenly appeared.

The iron ball is not big, and it is just in your hand.

"Stinky slave! Your turn! ”

As he pondered the purpose of the strange iron orb, the guards kept urging.

Wrapping the steel wire around his wrist and swinging the long sword, he felt that it was not appropriate, and the iron ball looked cumbersome.

Realizing that it was not used in this way, he held the wire in his hand and shook it several times.

The iron ball "whirred" in the air.

After thinking about it for a moment, it suddenly dawned on me.

Turns out this thing is a meteor hammer!

I was happy.

Repeated the rehearsal several times, and the mind is slightly familiar.

The meteor hammer hung straight down to his ankles, thinking of the Eastern instructor's thoughts, and a bold idea germinated from his heart.

This thing can even use its feet!

There was another burst of secret joy in my heart.

Kick the tightrope with your foot.

The Meteor Hammer is struck at the stone pillar after being forced.

"Bang!"

Debris fell in pieces.

It works!!

I can't help but be complacent about my cleverness.

The bell rang again.

Mark thrust his sword into the ground.

The sword is like a cross.

Get down on your knees, hands and tens, and bow your head and silently recite the passages of the Bible......

What the hell is this slave doing?

Such an opening surprised Fat Fat.

The fat injury was not serious, and after a short rest, the wound was sutured.

It squinted at the weak slave.

In its eyes, this act is no less than a wail before death.

Although Mark was by no means a Puritans, he did not believe in the strange doctrines of the fairy saints.

At this moment, he is more religious than any believer.

When human beings encounter despair, their spirits must be in a state of extreme panic.

God may not be able to help people with panic.

Meditating the words of the saint can bring comfort to the soul and restore peace of mind.

This is also a little shallow understanding of the doctrine by Mark.

After praying, Mark slowly got up.

Grabbing a handful of sand, the sand slid from the cracks between your fingers.

It feels ......

It's as if you're carrying your bags and walking through your own wheat fields to your homeland.

Looking at the rippling golden ears of wheat, Mark opened his palms and stroked the wheat.

Yes, that's how it feels!

Home is at the end of the countryside, and mothers, wives and children are waiting eagerly.

It's only one step away from home......

"Boom!"

The bell rang again, urging the bizarre adversaries to go to war.

Grabbing a handful of gravel and rubbing it in his hand repeatedly, like a weightlifter rubbing zinc powder before going on the field, to keep the sword from slipping due to the sweat stains that leached out.

The fat man looked strange and didn't understand the slave's strange behavior, but all of this had nothing to do with the others.

The opponent is unprecedentedly strong, and Mark is under pressure and can only face it cautiously.

He was so weak in front of the fat that it was difficult to resist a blow.

The fat man casually dropped one of his thighs, and without even wiping away the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, he carried his huge giant axe and swung it out quickly.

The opponent does not have any substantial attacks other than jumping like grasshoppers.

This made the fat face slightly gloomy, and his heart was impetuous, and several fights in a row made it somewhat annoying, not to mention this grasshopper-like opponent.

With such an emotion, as soon as the fat man made a move, he used a killing move, trying to kill the end in seconds.

Seeing that the opponent was still holding down, the fat man rushed at a very fast speed, and the giant axe "Tiger Tiger" in his hand sounded.

Once stuck to the great axe, Mark's poor little body had to be hung in the fat storage room.

And the thin and thin meat is not much, I am afraid that there is no surplus of dim sum for it.

The fat attack was extremely fast, and the successive dodges made Mark out of breath, and Mark wanted to end the gladiatorial fight earlier than the fat impatient Mark.

Just for their own physical strength is weaker and less durable.

Suddenly, a great opportunity presented itself.

The fat move is old, and the new attack has not arrived, although the long sword and arm length have barely reached two meters, and the opponent is within the attack range.

Seeing such a good opportunity, Mark shot a meteor hammer at the fat face door.

"Bell"~

In the face of the surprise attack, the fat reacted quickly enough, holding the giant axe in the axe surface, and the meteor hammer was lightly opened.

The axe mask covers the door, and the vision is in the blind zone, so you can't see the opponent's attack.

This is a deliberate offensive created by Mark.

Don't miss the opportunity, the long sword throws it at the fat body!

(The killer weapon should actually be a trump card, throwing the last blow when you have to do it, such an attack is called a trump card, and it has been tampered with as a killer feature due to the needs of the martial arts plot.)

At the juncture of life and death fighting, the probability of success of the sneak attack is high, and it is often taken advantage of its unpreparedness and surprise, which seems to have a good effect and a quick effect.

However, the killer feature also has a fatal flaw, if it fails to hit a single blow, the weapon is gone, and it will be a fart, so you have to run away).

The Oriental instructor's attack was unprepared, and the essence of the mystery really worked.

It's just that Mark's killer feature is different.

If you miss a hit, you can also shake the wire and withdraw the long sword.