Mediocre humans will always subconsciously adopt an attitude of disbelief in things that they cannot understand, they are often too lazy or unwilling to explore the truth of things, do not believe that it is true, and will choose to bury their heads in the sand like ostriches, as if nothing happened.

In this respect, the same is true of orcs.

What happened?

That was the first thought that crossed Varus' mind as he lay on the ground.

Accident, it must be an accident! It must be that my foot slipped, it must be like this! How could I have been knocked down by that soft-footed shrimp?

It can't be, it can't be......

Not only was Varus inexplicable, but even the other party to this matter, Darik himself, was also inexplicable, stupidly looking at the murderous-looking bear man lying on the ground in front of him.

Just now, the moment Varus punched him, Derrick's mind went blank, and by the time he came to his senses, Varus was already lying on the ground.

So what's going on?

Derrick was stupid at a loss for what to do, and Varus had a lot more combat experience than he did.

After a moment of confusion, Varus jumped up and punched Deric again, but instead of bombarding the opponent's lower abdomen, he chose his chest. And at the same time as he punched, Varus's eyes finally became serious, and he was no longer as unsighted as he was just now.

It was just carelessness just now, and now he's finally serious!

He'd like to see how this soft-footed shrimp could face a serious Lord Varus!

The people around stared intently at the two people in the field, wanting to see if that inexplicable miracle would happen again, especially the slaves who were about to enter the field in person next, and they stared without blinking.

To their disappointment, however, the miracle did not happen again.

Derrick seemed to be still immersed in the sudden incident just now, and he didn't know how to respond to Varus's punch at all, and after a bit of confusion, he was still hit firmly in the chest by Varus's punch.

This guy is finished.

The corners of Varus' mouth hooked up as he felt his fist slam into his opponent's chest.

He knew exactly how heavy his punch was—it was a merciless punch he was serious about, and even an adult would be uncomfortable for a while to be hit like this, let alone this thin human.

His chest collapsed, blood spat from his mouth, and the whole person flew upside down......

Varus had already conceived multiple endings for Dyric in an instant, but the real-world endings were something he had never expected.

After being hit by this punch, Derrick took several steps back, his expression was painful, and he rubbed his chest with his hands, apparently in pain.

Varus was stunned when he saw this.

He didn't vomit blood, his chest didn't collapse, and the whole person didn't fly upside down.

Originally, he was a little worried that his punch would accidentally kill this human directly, but now it seems that his punch just scratched the other party......

If the temporary situation makes people inclined to believe that it is just an accident, then the situation of continuity makes people think about the truth hidden under the surface.

Varus even remembered something that he thought was ridiculous at the time: could it be that Gerald was not wrong, that the shriveled and emaciated creature in front of him was really a barbarian and not a human?......

"Hey, I can't fight yet!"

Yates, the dung fork barbarian who was watching over there, suddenly shouted, "If you think you can't win, just admit defeat, Varus! We're old acquaintances, and we won't laugh at you!"

Norman glanced at the barbarian Yates, intentionally or unintentionally, with a slight smile on his lips.

The triangular situation is interesting, under mutual checks and balances, many times he doesn't need to say anything, and naturally there will be another party to help him.

Yates shouted loudly, and Varus naturally heard it.

Provoked by Yates like this, Varus didn't have time to think about it, and rushed towards Deric in front of him with a roar, and greeted the other party like a storm.

Under this stormy attack, Darek was like a boat in a storm, frightened to dodge left and right, but could not completely dodge, his arms, chest, lower abdomen, thighs and other places were hit, and soon his body was blue and purple, and there was not much intact place.

But instead of being intimidated by the onslaught, Derrick's eyes became clearer and his face less and less fearful.

Darek was surprised to find that the strength of this seemingly fierce and powerful bear man seemed to be far less than he imagined.

Many of his punches and kicks seemed to be infinitely powerful, and they did hurt when they hit him, but they didn't hurt as much as the fighters in the previous team beat them badly. And the movements of this bear man don't seem to be too fast, at least his eyes can still keep up and catch them, and sometimes he can dodge them in time.

Many times, people are often overwhelmed by the fear in their hearts.

Realizing that Varus wasn't as strong as he thought, the fear in Derrick's heart grew thinner, and he even began to try to fight back, using the movements taught in "Eighteen Palm Movements of Subduing the Dragons".

Dragons are flying in the sky!

Dragons fight in the wild!

The dragons are especially ashamed!

......

Well, the ancient language is broad and profound, and translating into lingua franca does produce a lot of wonderful chemical reactions, and the tricks used by Derick were originally named as Flying Dragon in the Sky, Dragon Fighting in the Wild, and Kanglong Regret, but under Norman's forcible translation of too lazy thinking, it became so straightforward that it had nothing to do with the profound connotation of the original word.

However, although the name is inexplicable, this set of actions was quietly choreographed by the Knights Templar, and then through Norman's rich practical experience, to remove the dross, After taking its essence, combined with the strong power of Delik, the power is indeed infinite, and it is not something that Varus can compete with at all: this is like two fighters in the same heavyweight class, one has undergone systematic professional combat training, or the kind of professional killing skills training with the goal of killing each other, and the other has only created a set of Wang Baquan in the practice of beating high school students in the streets and alleys all year round.

Varus's arm span is obviously longer than Derrick's, and many times he is the first to strike, but he is often hit first by Derrick, and when he attacks Derrick's fist, he naturally can't swing it anymore under the pain. Even if Varus endured the pain and continued to attack Derik, he often missed—not only did Deric stand still and wave his fists, but his feet kept moving in small steps in accordance with the movements of his upper body. That movement wasn't much, but most of the time it was just right to dodge Varus's attacks.

After Derrick used the Eighteen Palms of the Upper Dragon, the form of the field began to change.

From the standpoint of others, the two people in the field have now changed from the situation of Varus pressing Derick at the beginning to the two attacking and defending each other, and they are evenly divided.

This stunned everyone.

They thought that the fight would end soon, and that Dyric would only need one punch to fall, but they didn't expect the fight to be over for a long time. And not only is it not over, it seems that Varus is still in trouble!

Is that guy really human? Seeing that his face and body are obviously blue and purple, I don't know how many times he has been beaten by Varus, why hasn't he fallen yet? How can his little body, which seems to be shriveled and thin, be so strong?

And Varus, who was not much better than Derrick, and his body was full of marks from Derrick's punches, and many places were already swollen, and he looked particularly dazzling under his white fur, changing from a pure white bear man to a white foundation bearman.

How could that human have such great strength? He could hurt a bear man like this with his bare hands!

This is a strong question in everyone's mind.

Jacob had been knocked unconscious by Atramicia, so he couldn't see the current scene, but his companion Rusen was still awake and was watching the scene in the arena at the moment, his eyes continued to be shocked.

What's going on?!

He'd fought against those orcs, and he knew how rough and thick those orcs were. If he was allowed to do so, he believed that he would never be able to beat this bear man into such a miserable appearance with the strength of his flesh alone, let alone leave so many scars on the tough flesh of the other party with a pair of fleshy palms!

So, is this slave even stronger than him? But I remember very well that he was obviously just an ordinary person, and Beuys alone could beat these slaves to the point of crying and crying for his mother.

Could it be ...... Is it the efficacy of those tattoos?!

Thinking of this, Rusen subconsciously looked in Norman's direction, but Norman didn't look at him, just looked at the two people fighting in the field.

As the battle continued, Derik combined theory with practice, and became more and more proficient in the moves on the eighteen palms of the Dragon Descendant, and the number of times Varus was able to hit him became less and less, and he was basically completely suppressed and beaten by Derik.

There was no fear on Derrick's face, and the confident light in his eyes became more and more intense.

He really felt that he was full of strength, and finally made a move that Kanglong regretted.

After the previous battles, his movements have been constantly adjusted, and he has become more and more inclined to the standard movements recorded in the book. Now that the posture is getting more and more correct, the beauty of this set of movements is also reflected.

The muscles of his whole body writhed, and the power of his back, waist, abdomen, and legs was transmitted to his right hand under the drive of this unique posture, and it erupted with his palm!

"Poof!"

After being hit firmly in the upper abdomen by this palm, Varus finally couldn't bear the infinite blow anymore, and the whole person flew upside down for a short distance, and under the violently increased pressure of the abdominal cavity, a mouthful of blood spit out, pulling a wonderful arc in the air, and finally the whole person fell to the ground with a painful expression.

However, Varus still had a lot of combat experience, and he didn't just lie there, but struggled to get up, but instead of continuing to step forward, he turned around and tried to get the big iron rod he had thrown on the ground.

He can see that he can't beat the human in front of him with his bare hands alone, and he can only win with a weapon!

As for what he said just now, he said that he wanted to fight the other party with his bare hands, but he had long forgotten about it.

Derik, who was no longer dominated by fear, was not a fool, and when he saw Varus's actions, he immediately understood what he wanted to do.

Although this bear man can't beat him, if he lets the other party pick up a weapon, it's really hard to say, after all, the big iron rod is not easy to mess with by looking at the shape and size. So Darik immediately rushed forward, and with a move to fight the dragon, he hit Varus in the head with a palm.

Rumble!

Everyone present watched this scene as if they could hear the muffled sound of Derrick's palm hitting Varus's head, which made everyone's hearts tremble.

Under this palm, Varus went limp, fell to the ground, and stopped moving.

"Varus!"

Several orcs on Varus's side screamed, and all rushed over, and when Derrick saw this, he quickly took a few steps back, looked at them vigilantly, and his heart was full of thoughts: although he finally won the battle with Varus just now, he also suffered a lot of injuries, and now his body hurts hotly everywhere, and his left hand is almost unable to lift, and his strength is almost exhausted. If these guys were together, he really wasn't sure he could deal with them.

Luckily, the guys just glared at him and ignored him, instead observing Varus's condition, and finally determined that Varus was only unconscious, and they were relieved.

The audience was largely silent.

Even though the two sides have been fighting for a long time, giving them enough buffer time, many people still can't believe their eyes after really seeing the final result.

The shriveled and thin human clown with the words "Wealth, Democracy, Civilization, Harmony" written all over his body actually won? This skinny bamboo pole actually defeated the burly and sturdy white-haired bear man Varus?

The strong contrast in the results of the competition made them feel a sense of psychedelia for a while, and they didn't know what to say, but finally Norman opened his mouth and broke the silence.

"The first match is over, and since this Mr. Varus is unconscious and has lost his combat effectiveness, it is natural that we have won. ”

Norman announced the results of the event with a smile like the master of ceremonies, and the others were finally pulled back to their minds by his voice, but no one looked at him, more at Darik, who had performed miracles, with curiosity and awe in his eyes.

Even the slogan tattoos of "Prosperity, Democracy, Civilization, Harmony" on the body of Daric, who they had seen and thought were ridiculous, were no longer the mark of a clown, but became mysterious.