On the afternoon of the fifth day since Kersmer left Kulau, Kersmed reappeared outside Kulau.

Upon entering the town, Minded quickly learns of something big about Kulau, as almost everyone on the street is talking about it - tomorrow, Lord of Kulau, Rodra, will hold a tournament in Kulau, and now the participants are almost all decided.

And many people's remarks about this athletic conference were listened to by Ksmoed.

"It's a pity! Enqi is sure that he will not participate in this athletic conference because his leg injury has not healed! It is really a big pity, we are destined not to be able to see his heroic appearance in this athletic conference!"

"It doesn't matter, anyway, the protagonist of this tournament is Mr. Oslo. I heard that it was he who had asked his uncle, Mr. Rodra, to hold the tournament tomorrow, which also happened to be Ms. Jamila's seventeenth birthday, the day of her coming-of-age ceremony. Mr. Oslo was so confident that he threatened to give it to Ms. Jamila as a birthday present after winning the championship!"

"Good fellow, he's definitely got a crush on Lady Jamila. If he did win the tournament and then give it to Lady Jamila as a birthday present, he would definitely have to compare it to the Nord royal squire named Soraton. ”

"yes! Compared to a competitive champion, that Nord royal guard must be overshadowed! It's a pity that he is dead, and he can't prevent this from happening. ”

Shocked when he heard this, Kersmod reined in his horse and asked the man to his left, "Who do you say is dead?"

The man turned his head and looked Minder up and down, and replied, "It's the Nord royal guard named Soraton who was rumored to be engaged to Lady Jamila, and he has died in battle." About two days ago, this news was spread and confirmed, and it caused quite a stir, don't you know? You just came to us, right?"

Episcopic Kersmed was stunned, momentarily incredulous at the fact that Soraton's death had become known to everyone in Kurau.

He then didn't go into finding out who had spread the news of Soraton's death, as it was pointless and couldn't change the outcome. In addition, paper can't hold the fire, and sooner or later Soraton's death will be known to everyone.

Eyemer snorted coldly in his heart, how could he let someone like Oslo succeed, so he turned his heart on it and decided to go to this athletic conference to prevent him from winning the championship of the athletic tournament and defeat this Oslo.

So, he rode his horse to the arena in Kulau, intending to sign up for the athletic meeting to be held tomorrow in Kulau.

The owner of the arena in Kurau, a middle-aged man with short brown hair, a haggard face, and a wooden expression, cleared his throat when he heard Ksmerd's request to attend tomorrow's athletic convention, and then said in an arrogant tone: "The athletic tournament held here tomorrow, like the previous athletic conventions held in Kulau, was organized at the expense of Mr. Rodra, and his authority ensured that this athletic convention was carried out normally. ”

The arena owner paused, raised his voice and continued: "And I, as always, am responsible for providing such a venue and screening participants for the athletic conference, of course, what I can choose is only some small characters who can't control the overall situation, just to join in the fun, those big people, without going through my screening, can directly participate in the athletic tournament, such as a famous nobleman like Mr. Oslo, and a super-talented favorite like Serena, I just want to prevent them from participating, and I can't do it." So, now, tell me who you are and what your name is. ”

"My name is Kosmerd, and I am a commoner from the Nord Kingdom. Korsmer replied calmly.

"Oh, civilians from Nord, well, I really haven't heard of your name. There is always no shortage of young people like you attending such an athletic event, and of course I would welcome you to inject fresh energy into the athletic event. Young man, you look like a good fighter, and I'm sure you're not bad at it, but unfortunately, our quota for this tournament is full, and I can't let you participate. You'd better wait for next time, at least you can heal your wounds. ”

"No, this tournament is very important to me, I have to attend! As he spoke, Kersmund reached out his right hand and grabbed the arena owner's shoulder with lightning speed.

Caught by Ekmerd like this, the arena owner hurriedly said, "Oh, young man, don't get excited! I'm shocked by your determination, well, I'll give you a chance to fight for it, just do your best, don't be too forced, because the test you're going to take next may be more difficult for you." ”

"What test?" asked Kersmode, releasing his grip on the Arena Owner's shoulder.

"You'll find out later, this kind of test is also for people like you who come late, but are not willing to miss the competition. After experiencing such a test, many young men are completely dead to the athletic conference, and even many of them dare not even approach my arena again. The arena owner said with a slight hint as he rubbed his hand on his shoulder.

"I'm going to have to see such a test!" said Kersmod undauntedly, his eyes showing a sense of excitement.

The Arena Owner Jean Kersmod took the elite scimitar at his waist in a locker and took him to the arena where the duel was taking place.

After stopping in the center of the arena, the arena owner turned around and shouted to the sidelines, "Bring Achill!"

Soon after, accompanied by a crisp "jingle bell", a group of men slowly walked into the arena, and Kersmer's attention was immediately completely attracted by an unusually striking man in the crowd.

The man was very tall, a cut taller than all the men around him, and a circle of strength. The men around him were about the same size as Cosmoderm, and were already very tall among the average person. But as soon as these men were compared to this man, they suddenly became shorter. The man stood in the crowd as if he stood out from the crowd.

In addition, he was wrapped in several chains, and several men beside him grabbed the other ends of the chains in their hands, and the "jingle bells" that accompanied the actions of the group of people were constantly ringing. This arena is open-air, as cold as the ice and snow outside, and this man, not only has no hair on his head, is bareheaded, but most of his whole body is ****, only the lower half of his body is covered with a pair of worn linen shorts.

His muscles were knotted and bulging, as if they had been piled up with smooth, hard rock. And his face was very rough and fierce, hideous and terrifying, especially his eyes, which were wide and bloodshot.

The man in chains immediately noticed the presence of Kosmerd as soon as he entered the arena. He jerked his head to the side where Kersmerd stood, and then suddenly grinned, revealing a mouth full of big yellow teeth, and a twisted, crazy smile on Kersmer. His big eyes glared at Ksmund as if they were glaring angrily.

This beast-like fierce face, angry and laughing at the same time, looks very scary. The dozen or so men around him, surrounded by him, ostensibly accompanied him, but in fact stared at him, as if they would immediately work together to subdue him as soon as he suddenly lost control.

Soon, the group of men was in front of Epiderm and the Arena Owner. The Arena Owner pointed to the man in chains and said to Kersmoad, "His name is Achill, and a few years ago in a mass brawl, he single-handedly killed and wounded nearly twenty lads your size with his bare hands, and then he was rounded up and sent to prison by the sheriff and became a death row inmate. Through some connections, I spent a lot of money and bought him back into my arena, which was supposed to be one of the security guards in my arena, or to train him to be a fighter. This physique of his, coupled with his natural brute strength, is really a good material for a fighter. ”

The Arena Boss sighed and continued, "But he is not in his right mind, and when he fights with people, he will always shoot too hard, and it is easy to beat people to death, so I don't dare to let him participate in fighting matches." When I first brought him back, he was quite obedient to me and helped me a lot, but in the last year or two, I don't know why, he has a lot more temper, and sometimes he will go out of control for no reason, beat people when he sees them, and hurt people casually, so I have to lock him up often, and when I let him out, I have to let so many people watch him. Alas, if it weren't for the fact that I paid a large dinar for him, I would have sent him back to prison long ago. ”

While the arena boss was talking, the man named Arch, just stared at Kersmer, grinning, and Kersmer also looked at him, and looked at him, after the arena boss finished speaking, Kersmer politely greeted Archer: "Hello, Mr. Archer!"

Achill, on the other hand, opened his mouth wide and burped, ignoring Kersmurd's greeting. He only laughed at his rudeness, after all, he had realized from the first sight of this beastly man that there was no need to observe the etiquette of getting along with people. For the man named Achill, presumably only fists are the last word, and only violence can solve the problem.

The arena owner glanced at Archer, then at Kersmer, let out a sneer, and said, "You probably thought about it too, the test I gave you was to have a duel with Achill." Of course, since Archer is so strong, it's impossible for you to win, you just need to parry his attack and hold on for five minutes without being knocked down, and then you can complete the test and qualify for tomorrow's tournament. You can choose as many weapons as you like, of course, I mean the wooden weapons in my arena, but I advise you to give up your weapons and bring as many shields as you can, and if you're lucky, you might be able to hold out for five minutes without being defeated. ”

Germund snorted coldly and asked, "Then what weapon does he use?"

"He doesn't need a weapon, his fists are enough to scare you, enough to be your nightmares, haha!" the arena owner laughed.

"Since he doesn't use weapons, I don't use them for the sake of fairness. Also, before the fight begins, you should take these chains away from him for the time being, he will definitely not be able to exert his true strength if he is restrained like this. Ekmerd said lightly.

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"Who's strong and who's weak, you have to fight to know!" Seemer's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he said coldly, "And why can I only parry his attacks?"

"Oh, of course, you can fight back, but I'm afraid he won't give you such a chance!" the Arena Owner laughed disapprups.

"Opportunities are often not given by others, but earned by yourself! Just do as I say, I will bear all the consequences, and you do not need to bear any responsibility. Then, hurry up and start the duel!, don't delay me too much!" said Kersmund firmly.

"Okay, since you said that you will bear the consequences, then even if you die, it is none of my business!" The arena owner shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, turned his head to look at the crowd, raised his voice and said: "Everyone heard it, right? This young man who is not afraid of death said that he will bear the consequences, then we have nothing to worry about, and we can enjoy watching the show! You quickly untie the chains on Achill's body, and then we will leave here, and let him start tasting the taste of Archer's fists! Haha!"

Soon, only two people were left in the arena, Kersmer and Archer, and the arena owner, along with the other twenty or so men who had gathered, ran to the stands of the arena.

Before announcing the start of the duel, the owner of the arena whispered to the twenty or so men: "Come! You hurry up and place a bet, according to the custom, bet on how many minutes this kid can hold on without being defeated, or in these situations: within one minute, within two minutes, within three minutes, within four minutes, and within five minutes, and the last one, although the probability is basically equal to zero, but a qualified gamble still has to set up such a possibility, that is, he can hold on for five minutes or even longer." ”

The arena boss licked his lips with the tip of his tongue and continued: "And the odds are still the same, they are one to two, one to three, one to four, one to five, bet on the last case, bet on him for five minutes, the odds are one to ten, and the minimum bet per person is one hundred dinars, that's it." The boy looked stronger than the ones before him, but he didn't have a shield, not even a weapon