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The last words shouted by the wild horses were so loud that many mercenaries looked back, but the mercenaries in the second group had already entered the stage, so they didn't keep their attention on Fidel's side. The pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info Mustang also covered his mouth after a slight gaffe, and Fei De could see that the other party really wanted to join the potato mercenary group.

"I forgive you for your deception, but I need to know if you know there's a way out of here. "Fei De has already decided to leave this place in his heart, because he also clearly understands what the Mercenary Guild will do in the future, and those three seats and the nameless spear are meaningless to Fei De.

"I know," Mustang still feels like a child, even though he is an adult, "just north of the venue, there is a toilet there, and the toilet has a window to escape from the venue, and you may need to grieve Captain Fede and the other captains..."

Octavia still doesn't believe this "liar", "Since you really want to join the Potato Mercenary Regiment, why do you want to help the Mercenary Guild?"

"Because... Because I'm afraid of the mercenary guild's power... They are almost one hand in the world of mercenaries, and my companion and I are very scared, so we can only obey the orders of the messenger..."Mustang had red ears and beads of sweat on his face, as if the man in front of him was not a mercenary but a father with a stick, ready to teach him a lesson.

Without asking any more questions, he told Lukka and Octavia to follow the mustangs to the toilet to confirm the situation, while Ayana found an opportunity to inform Fenrir, who was willing to be bait, and this courage should not be sacrificed.

At this time, the competition in the ring was fierce, and in the first round of duels, many mercenaries were quickly defeated. There are no mercenaries who die because of the battle, for these mercenaries, defeating others is only the second choice, and not being killed is the first priority, so they all take great care of their bodies, and they don't even fight with all their might. Except for a man with a stick.

The man was no more than thirty years old, and the stick in his hand was long and not thick, and the ends of the stick were sharpened, a bit like Ayana's homemade arrows. Every attack of this man is very "deep", completely abandoning the defense and attacking the opponent without reservation. This made those mercenaries who were desperate for their lives feel scared, and they didn't want to fight to the death with this man with a wooden stick, so three opponents in a row were defeated by this man, and there were two wounds on this man's body, and the wounds were not deep.

Feder could see the sharpness of the man's stick skills - he wasn't really a stick mercenary, he was a spearman with every move. In other words, if he had a spear instead of a stick, the lethality would have increased greatly. This is why the mercenaries who are his opponents are afraid, because this man attacks with the murderous aura of a spear, and the sharp tip of the stick is aimed at their vital point.

In addition to momentum and hard work, this man's spear skills also have a characteristic, that is, they can be retracted and released freely. His long, straight wooden stick was as nimble as his arm, turning into a viper when striking and a soft ribbon when withdrawn. Don't look at the fact that there is not much defense in his retracted movements, every time he retracts is to charge up for the next thrust, making his next blow more threatening.

Standing in the audience, both Fyld and Patrick had in their minds fantasizing about fighting against such an "all-out" opponent, and for the two with enchanted armor, it would be difficult for them to be hurt by ordinary guns, but if such a good gunsmith could get the nameless spear, it would be like a tiger. Moreover, the clever spearman will never stab a place that cannot be pierced twice, he will find another point of attack while retracting his spear, and then strike again.

Feder believes that there is only a gap to attack the opponent when the opponent's weapon is retracted, and Patrick intends to deal with such a spear with a dodge and a simultaneous attack. However, the two of them can only talk on paper offstage, after all, it is not appropriate to stay here for a long time, and it is most appropriate to leave when the leaders of the mercenary guild do not notice them while the messenger is missing.

"Since they're the guildmaster's people, they really won't stop us?" Octavia had returned from her secret departure, and she and Lukka confirmed that the toilet would indeed be able to escape the meeting room, but it would definitely stain the clothes.

Fed recalled the communicator's three questions, "There should be no problem, the president of the Mercenary Guild... Maybe they weren't hostile to us. ”

"How is that possible... We're a mercenary group that has had many conflicts with the Mercenary Guild..."Lukka kept looking around, and if it weren't for the mercenaries watching the competition in the ring, he would have been even more nervous.

"If they want to harm us, they can do it as soon as they enter the city," Patrick reached out and patted the Mustang on the shoulder, causing him to shiver in fright, "Let's get out of here." ”

At this point, Ayana returned to Fed's side, and Fenrir was getting up from his seat, pretending to be careless and walking out of the crowd of onlookers.

Suddenly, a small round wooden shield was knocked away and flew straight to Fidel's side! Octavia drew his knife and sliced the wooden shield in two, half of which hit Luka's arm and the other half fell at Fidel's feet.

"The people who made it to the finals were... Captain of the Quicksand Mercenary Regiment, Claude!"

A shout of cheer drowned out Lukka's shouts, and Fidel picked up the half of the wooden shield that had fallen at his feet, the edge of which had been dented, apparently by the sharp-tongued gunman. And Feder noticed that the mercenary's stick named Clyde hadn't been damaged at all after many battles. Those sharp swords don't seem to be able to leave scars on rough wooden sticks, according to Feide's understanding of weapons, it must be that weapon users have a deep understanding of the weapons in their hands, so that they can control the strength and direction as much as possible, protect their weapons as much as possible, and prolong the life of the weapons.

Fidel remembered Andre's "silence" to himself, the enchanted two-handed sword also had a lot of "scars", and although the cracks that existed in the sword body could be polished and smoothed by a good blacksmith, they would eventually cause irreparable damage.

"In the last duel, Claude of the quicksand mercenary group will fight against the leader of the Seagull Mercenary Group, Zangao!"

The cheers were just enough to cover the departure of Fidel's group, but neither Fidel nor Patrick moved their feet, because they both wanted to see the strongest of the group of mercenaries - the winner between Claude and Zangao was not necessarily the strongest in martial arts, but they were certainly mercenaries with both courage and strength.

Zangao passed all the way, using a chain spear. The tip of the spear was forged a long chain, the end of which was in Zangao's other hand, and the unfixed end of the chain was hung with a sharp diamond-shaped blade. According to Fidd's knowledge, the long chain could be attached somewhere to the tip of the spear, as well as to the end of the spear. If it is used to hunt fish, the chain can be held at one end in the hand and the other end attached to the end of the spear to prevent the prey from escaping, and if it is used against humans, then on the contrary, the strong chain can be used as a tool for both offense and defense.

Judging from the battle just now, Zangao didn't even attach the chain to the tip of the spear, so except for Zangao's own subordinates, no one else knew how he would use it, and everyone was just guessing based on their own experience. That's what Claude was doing, because Clyde didn't pay any attention to the people of the Mercenary Guild, he didn't even lift the stick, and he was obviously not prepared.

"Hey, what are you waiting for?" Zangao was a little impatient, the tip of the chain spear in his hand had a sharp barb, which was a nightmare for ordinary fish.

Standing across from Zangao, Claude was tall and straight, the mercenary combing back his light gray hair, revealing a tall, white forehead and a horizontal scar on the side of his eyebrows.

"I'm ready. ”

Fenrir had unknowingly walked not far from Fidel, and he and Feder were still ten meters away, but everyone on the scene, including Orlando and Reese, was attracted to the fierce battle between Claude and Zangao.

Every time Zango stabbed or swung the chain spear, he let go of the chain in his hand, causing it to strike at Claude from the other direction like a scorpion's poisonous tail. This makes Clyde, who is used to attacking with all his might, always be threatened by the chain when attacking, even if Zangao is defending with a spear, the chain can always counterattack under Zangao's control. Not to mention that when Zangao took the initiative to attack, his chain spear was like a vicious dog with two heads, attacking Claude at the same time.

It was the first time that Feder and the others had seen Claude defend, and it turned out that the mercenary captain who was proficient in gunsmithing not only could attack, but he also did not leak a drop when defending with a stick. No matter how aggressive the chain attached to the tip of the spear was, Claude could always resist the opponent's killing moves with his nimble feet and the stick in his hand.

Both of them moved extremely fast, the two long weapons were as light as knives and forks in their hands, and Claude's rapid stabbing made the mercenaries in the audience applaud loudly, and Fei De couldn't see how many times Claude stabbed in an instant. It's just that such a sharp trick was still cracked by Zangao, this mercenary who lives on a fishing boat most of the time is even more powerful than expected, and his balance allows him to constantly change his steps, and even support his body with one foot.

"Claude is going to lose," Octavia wanted to get out of here, but she was also attracted by the equal jousting, "his physical strength is not as high as Zan, who has been battling the wind and waves, and... And Zangao drank. ”

"Drunk?"

"Yes, alcohol makes Zangao more and more excited, but Claude has lost his previous courage, and he has become timid under the opponent's ever-changing attacks," Octavia pressed his hand on the short knife, "This is the disadvantage of using a long weapon, and using two hands to control a weapon at the same time will only make the body gradually stiff and sluggish." ”