The last words shouted by the wild horses were loud, and many of the mercenaries turned around, but the mercenaries in the second group of jousting had already begun to walk on stage, so they didn't keep their attention on Fidel's side. The Bronco also covered his mouth after a slight gaffe, and Fei could tell 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. "Fed decided to leave now, because he already knew what the Mercenary Guild was going to do in the future, and those three seats and the Nameless Lance didn't mean much to Fed.

"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. No mercenaries died in battle. For these mercenaries, defeating others is only the second option, 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 both 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 scared the mercenaries who were desperate for their lives, and they didn't want to fight to the death with this crazy attacking man. Soon, three opponents in a row were defeated by this man, and two wounds appeared on this man's body, and the wounds were not deep.

Fei De could see how powerful he was in this man's stick skills - he was not actually a mercenary who used a stick, and every move he made was a spearman. In other words, if he has a spear instead of a stick, his lethality will be greatly increased. 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 vicious snake when it struck and a soft ribbon when it was withdrawn. Regardless of the fact that there was no excessive defense in his retracted movements, every pull back he pulled back was to charge up for the next thrust, making each of his blows a huge threat.

Both Feder and Patrick, who were standing in the audience, fantasized about fighting against such an "all-out attack" 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 gunman 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.

Fylde believes that there is only a gap to counterattack the opponent when the opponent's weapon is recovered, and Patrick intends to deal with such a spearman with a dodge and a simultaneous attack. However, the two of them can only talk about the war on paper offstage, after all, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time, and it is most appropriate to leave when the messenger is nowhere to be found, and the guild leaders have not noticed them.

"Since they're the guildmaster's people, they really won't stop us?" Octavia had already returned from the secret departure site, and she and Lukka had confirmed the secret escape point, but it was sure to stain her 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 the same 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 intently, 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 was back to Fed, and Fenrir was getting up from his seat, pretending to be careless and leaving 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... Quicksand Mercenary Regiment, Spearman Captain, 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. Moreover, Feder noticed that the wooden stick of the mercenary named Claude was still not damaged in the slightest after many battles, and those sharp swords did not seem to be able to leave scars on the 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 at will, protect their weapons as much as possible, and prolong the life of the weapons.

Fei De remembered the "silence" that Andre had given him, and the enchanted two-handed sword also had a lot of scars, and although the chips 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, because they both wanted to see the strongest of the group of mercenaries - the winner between Claude and Zangao was not necessarily the most skilled mercenary, but they were definitely 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 did not attach the chain to the tip of the spear, so except for Zangao's own subordinates, no one else knew how he would use the chain, and everyone was just guessing based on their own experience. This is also what Claude is doing, because Claude didn't pay attention to the people of the Mercenary Guild at all, he didn't even lift the stick, he just stood there, looking at Zangao's weapon.

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

Standing across from Zangao, Claude was tall and straight, the mercenary combing his light gray hair back to reveal a high, white forehead, and a horizontal scar on the side of his eyebrows, as if he had been slashed by a crossbow arrow.

"I'm ready. ”

Fenrir had unknowingly walked not far from Fed's side, and he and Fed's group 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 Claude, 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 also make a roundabout 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 Feder couldn't see how many stabs Claude made in an instant. It's just that such a sharp trick was still cracked by Zangao, this mercenary who lives on fishing boats most of the time is even more powerful than expected, his balance and flexibility allow him to constantly change his steps, and even support his body with one foot.

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

"Drunk?"

"Yes, the 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." ”