"What do you mean?" asked Fidd.

Patrick changed his words and said, "Since your black plate armor is enchanted, for the sake of fairness, I will also make my armor enchanted." After he finished speaking, the gray dragon-patterned plate armor was like a dirt slope that had been violently shaken, and puffs of sand and dust fell from the plate armor. The original gray plate armor slowly revealed its golden appearance, as if the plate armor was made of gold.

Fei De had never known that the enchanted weapon could produce such a magical change, and seeing the golden dragon pattern plate armor dazzling in the moonlight, he couldn't help but take a few steps forward, wanting to try to touch the opponent's plate armor.

"Usually people go backwards, you still have the courage to get close," Patrick held up a hand and motioned for the other party not to come any closer, "sure enough, I didn't choose the wrong opponent, let's have a hearty duel tonight!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Patrick lifted his two long swords, crossed their blades, and leaned towards Fidel. Fett, on the other hand, immediately stepped back and faced the champion fighter in the same stance, as if he were imitating his teacher while practicing his sword skills.

Patrick's twin swords stabbed Field, who dodged sideways, his right sword pressing horizontally against his opponent's two swords, while his left sword stabbed diagonally, forcing his opponent to take advantage of the situation. Patrick was not in a hurry, and used the strength of his arms to press the two swords in his hand against Field, while his body turned ninety degrees, and used the gap between the crooks of his arms to clamp the sword body that Fielder stabbed over, and bit it.

The sword on Feid's hands was suppressed at the same time, unable to move, but he immediately gave up holding the clamped sword and stretched out his left hand, trying to touch the opponent's wrist with his left hand wearing a chained glove.

At this moment, Fei De suddenly felt a sharp blade stabbing from the direction of the armor on the opponent's body, and Fei De immediately released the sword in his right hand and jumped out. But when he looked closely, he couldn't see anything sharp stabbing at his side. Could it be a hallucination? he thought to himself.

Patrick smiled and said, "This is the enchantment of the 'Dragon Blade', which is not noticeable to ordinary people," he picked up the long sword that was caught and fell on the ground, and threw it back to Fidel, "Ordinary people have already eaten my sword at this time, and there are internal injuries in the body, but you are quite alert." ”

Fidel slowly picked up the two swords, thinking seriously about what the other had said. If he didn't guess wrong, the other party meant that his dragon pattern plate armor would send out an invisible blade to fight back against the person who attacked him, but this attack was not physical, but caused damage to the person's internal organs.

Thinking of this, Fei De asked loudly, "Did I lose just now?"

"No, now that you know my enchantment secret, the battle has just begun. With that, Patrick lunged forward with his sword, leaving no room for a moment's respite from Fed.

Fylde threw his left sword at his opponent, and Patrick struck it down with his sword. After realizing that the opponent's "dragon blade" would not respond to the dead objects attacking from a distance, he held the long sword in both hands and parried the opponent's impact slash.

Patrick's swords were pressed down, but Feder kept crouching down until he touched the ring on one knee, and he held his sword in both hands against the two swords in front of him, sweeping across the opponent's feet, where there were a pair of iron shins, but they were not part of the "dragon blade".

Sure enough, Patrick's feet didn't fight back with the invisible blade. The champion fighter immediately jumped upward, but the twin swords in his hands slashed down again, facing Fidel's shoulders. Feder directly used the shoulder position of "Black Flash" to eat the opponent's double sword, and Patrick felt the iron sword in his hand as if it was slashed into the mud in an instant, and he kicked his legs in the air, right in front of Fed's breastplate. The two bounced off at the same time, and Feder was unsteady on his feet and took a few steps back, while Patrick landed smoothly.

"I see," Patrick said, pointing to the black plate armor on Fidel's body, "and it looks like you've got a lot of defense." Patrick had already discovered that the feeling of slashing into the mud was only triggered when the iron sword touched the opponent's plate armor, which was not the case when the opponent was kicked with both legs.

Feder was hit with a kick in the chest, which he hadn't seen in a long time, and he instantly felt his breath pant and his heart beat faster.

"If that's the case, our competition won't be interesting," Patrick said, tossing his sword aside, and he sat down on the spot, looking at Field, "None of our spears are sharp enough, and our shields are too strong." ”

Fidel also threw his sword on the ground, he shook his head and said, "No, your 'shield' is also a 'spear', which is not the same as mine. ”

"You think so much of it, it's not as strong as you think. ”

As Patrick said this, Fidel began to wonder what would happen if he ate the invisible blade that the opponent had counterattacked.

Feder looked up at the sky without a single black cloud, "Why don't we take off the armor on our bodies and continue to compete!" He was a little excited and a little unwilling in his mood now - after all, he was kicked hard just now, but he didn't hurt his opponent, in other words, he had already lost.

Patrick sat down on the ground and laughed out loud and said, "Okay!" He also looked at the moonlight, which was as white and flawless as a shield that protected everything behind it even in the dark, "It's just not today, tomorrow night, I'll continue to wait for you here." With that, the champion fighter stood up, patted his ass and walked out of the ring, leaving only Fidel standing there and the six swords on the ground.

Fei De didn't stay, he just lay down in the square ring, closed his eyes, as if he just took the sky as a quilt and the earth as a bed, and fell asleep.

For the next two days, and the last two days before the Moon Shield Mercenary Regiment was ready to leave, Fei De competed with Andre in the open space of the Moon Shield Mercenary Corps headquarters, and then came to the Quartet Ring at night, took off the "Black Flash", and fought Patrick.

He learned a lot of unusual martial arts techniques from the other side, which Patrick had learned during his time in the Honor Arena, and some of them, although they looked indecent, were very useful. It's just that these techniques are more used to subdue opponents than to kill people.

Andre was scheduled to leave the City of Honor in the middle of the night tonight, while Fidel asked the regiment leader Andrei to wait for him at the city gates, claiming that he had something important to do. The most important thing was to have another match with Patrick.

The two of them are like two puppets dancing in the moonlight, you come and go, and you can't tell the winner for a while. Although Fed's strength and strength are slightly stronger, Patrick's dexterity is better, and even though both men are wearing the inlaid armor provided by the arena, Feder can hardly hurt Patrick, and can only create a lot of chances that look like they have been hit.

Halfway through the night, the two gasped and sat back to back in the quad ring, Patrick picked up the water bag and gulped down the water, while Fede closed his eyes and breathed with his mouth open.

"I heard you're on a mission soon?" Patrick didn't lose his nose, but his voice wasn't affected in any way, so he couldn't see anything unusual without taking off his mask.

Feder nodded, but the other party didn't see it.

"Actually, I don't understand what's good about being a mercenary," Patrick said to himself, "My dad told me since I was born that you don't have to be a soldier to win flowers and honors, you can get them here. As he spoke, he stretched out his left hand and touched the floor of the Quartet Ring, where the special iron coins he had obtained were enough for him to live in the best of life anywhere on the continent.

"You already have flowers and honors, why continue?"

"Because I want to find someone here who can beat me!" the champion fighter recounts his experience. He was trained to be a martial artist by his father at an early age – claiming to be in his father's footsteps. And now in his thirties, he has traveled all over the continent and won championships in many places where there are competitions. Although he was not good at horseback riding, and could not participate in the horse spear competitions organized by those noble knights, he finally found his own home in the Honor City of the Republic of Marvier, this four-way ring, this honor arena.

"It's said you've never hurt an opponent..."Although Fed heard Patrick talk about the tournament all the time, he didn't believe that as a seasoned gladiator, he didn't believe that he would never hurt anyone.

"Yes, I've killed a guy," Patrick's hydration bag was drained, but his sweat glands were still oozing sweat, "so from that time on, I swore I wouldn't hurt anyone in the ring, that's not what a fighter should do." ”

Although Fed felt that gladiator was just a show job, he admired him just like other civilians, and he was a gladiator who was unwilling to hurt anyone.

"Have you ever considered a different career?" asked Feder suddenly.

Patrick stood up and turned to look at Fidel, who was still sitting on the ground, "Do you want me to join you?"

Fei De also stood up, looked at the masked counterpart and said, "That's not exactly what it means, I just think it's impossible for you to find someone here who can defeat you." "In the late-night competition in the past few days, Fidel has not been able to win any of them, although he has not obviously lost the game, but on the whole, he still has the upper hand, so the current Patrick, in the eyes of Fed, is already an image of a strong man.

Patrick turned around, took off his mask, and replied slowly, "Maybe, after meeting you, I also feel that there are stronger guys waiting for me outside," he looked back at Field, but his extremely ugly face did not make Fielder have any facial expressions, "But I don't want to join the ordinary mercenary group, so let's wait for you to come back this time, I will check the quality of your mercenary group, and then decide." ”

That's a good answer. ”

"If you still have a chance to come back, I'll teach you how to keep the enchanted armor in order. Patrick had already seen that Feder was curious about the "dragon blade" on his body.

Fidel nodded, he pointed to the black plate armor on his body and said, "It's called 'Black Flash'." ”