While Kersmund tried his best to knock Archer to the ground, Archer's left elbow was already slammed into Kersmer's chest. But before his elbow hit Kersmer's chest, Kersmed reached out his right foot and stumbled on Archer's left foot, increasing the pull on Archer with both hands.

Achill's left foot tripped off the ground, and his entire body suddenly lost his balance under the pull of Ksmerd's best efforts, and his center of gravity was unstable, and he inevitably fell to the side.

However, as Archer's body fell to the left, the thick arm of his right hand suddenly wrapped around and grabbed the right shoulder of Minder, and then, with the help of Minder's shoulder, he temporarily stopped himself and slammed his huge bald head into Minder's head.

Because the distance was too close, Kersmod didn't have time to dodge, and he hit the top of his head, and suddenly felt a sharp shock in his whole head, and Venus appeared above his head in an instant.

With this blow, Archill made Sensed stop pulling at him, quickly stabilized his body, and grabbed Mindmed's right arm with his left hand and his left arm with his right hand.

While he was dizzy, Kersmod immediately broke free from Archer's grasp and tried to dodge backwards, but both of his hands were firmly grasped by Archill with one hand, and he couldn't get out of it for a while.

Archer grabbed Kersmod's hands hard, and when Kersmer struggled to retreat as hard as he could, Archer was so hard that he threw Eksmer's entire body to the side, trying to knock Kersmer to the ground.

But Germund then grabbed Archer's hand with both hands, so Achill's fall could not shake him out of his hand.

After this flick, Achill did not stop, his hands continued to exert force, and spun in circles, spinning and shaking Kosmerd's body.

Murd was tossed around by Archer, his toes rubbing against the ground, and his whole body was almost in a state of volley. He only felt the world spinning and his head was dizzy.

But he restrained the panic in his heart, calmed down, and did not struggle indiscriminately, in the continuous rotation, he kept taking deep breaths, kept calm, controlled the center of gravity of his body, and constantly felt the ground with his toes.

He quickly judged what might happen next, waiting for an opportunity that would allow him to get out of this passive situation in one fell swoop.

After throwing Kersmund three or four times, Archer threw it far away, trying to throw Kersmer far away. And Sensed felt the change in power in Achill's hands during the spin and had already prepared for his move, and his chance to turn the tide was finally here.

At the moment when Archer was about to throw the whole person out of Kersmer and grab Kersmord's hands, that is, the moment when his grip on Kersmer was the weakest, Kersmer slammed his hands away from Archim's hands, and sank his body weight to the ground, while gathering all his strength on his feet.

Immediately, he crouched down on the ground, pressing his feet to the ground with all his might. There was only a brief grinding sound, and Ksmoed's figure jerked in a spin.

He struggled with his hands, his body sank down, and his feet slammed into his body, so that he finally managed to break free from Achill's grasp. Immediately, Archer had already used his power to throw at Kersmer, but he suddenly realized that something was wrong - Kersmer had actually gotten rid of him a moment before his throw had an effect.

It's like when a person is trying to throw a large rock out of his hand, but another person suddenly snatches the stone from below. In this way, the person who threw the stone did not be able to throw the stone, although he made the action of throwing the stone.

Kersmeer was very well timed, and in time he suddenly sank down, froze his body, and broke free of Achill's hands, so that Achill's throw did not have an effect on him. Instead, Achill's inertia, as well as the reaction to the sudden cessation of his spin, caused him to stagger to the side and fall to the ground.

Kersmer propped his hands behind the ground to prevent his body from falling backwards, and then with a combined force of his hands, he jerked his body out of his half-fallen state, and almost at the same time that Archer fell to the ground, Kersmerd was already standing up straight. He didn't have time to think about it, but he hurriedly followed, threw himself at Achill's place, and slammed his right elbow on the back of Archer's head, knocking him unconscious.

Kersmoud knocked Achill out and won the duel, which was undoubtedly unexpected, unbelievable to the Arena Owner and most of those who watched the duel.

Only the one who had bet on the last case, that is, the bet that Kersmead would last five minutes or more, cheered in the silence. He wisely and firmly chose to trust Eksmer, which led him to win two thousand seven hundred dinars and become the biggest winner of the gamble.

The second and final winner of the gamble was the Arena Owner, who earned nearly four thousand dinars from the twenty-odd bettors, and he was able to pocket nearly a thousand dinars after giving them to the one who bet on the last case.

However, in previous games like this, the Arena Owner has always been the biggest winner, but this time it was the exception. Kersmoud actually defeated Achill, making the only guy who supported and trusted him the biggest winner, while more than two dozen people, including the arena owner, beat their chests and felt remorse after a brief moment of consternation.

Germund defeated Archir and qualified for tomorrow's tournament. Although the Arena Owner looked reluctant, he could only keep his promise to allow Kosmod to attend tomorrow's Athletic Convention, and let him come to the Arena before dawn tomorrow, because the Arena would officially begin as soon as it dawned tomorrow.

Minded took the pen and paper handed to him by the Arena Owner, wrote his name on the paper, and after a few brief personal introductions, returned the paper and pen to the Arena Owner.

Then, he nodded to the arena owner, didn't say anything more, calmly took back his best elite scimitar, and then rode out of the arena. Kersmund finds a tavern near the arena and decides to stay there for one night. After settling down, Minded had planned to visit Jamila's home, but after a second thought, he immediately abandoned the plan. Because according to the last experience, when he appeared in front of and behind Jamila's house, he was immediately targeted by Oslo's people, and then he was followed, and then that series of events happened.

Now, although news of Soraton's death has spread throughout Kurau, Oslo must have known that he is not Soraton, but he has offended Oslo and his sister because of what happened last time. If he still appeared in the field of vision of Oslo or his minions at this time, he would really be asking for trouble, and it was very likely that he would not be able to stay in Kulau again.

Therefore, in order to be able to participate in tomorrow's athletic meeting smoothly and no longer have any side problems, Kersmod decided to visit Jamila's house after tomorrow's athletic convention, anyway, Jamila had asked him to go to her five days later, that is, tomorrow, as long as he went to her house before the end of tomorrow, it would not be a missed appointment.

So, without further thought, Marksmord told one of the men in the tavern to wake him up before dawn to-morrow, after a hearty meal in the tavern.

Then he went upstairs, into the room he had arranged for him, and fell asleep on the bed.

Even though it was still afternoon, and it was still a long time before dark, Minded could not care about the day or night, for he was too tired now—he had been toiling for the past few days, and had been through two hard fights, and had not slept well.

Before he lay down on the bed and quickly fell asleep, he felt in a daze that he had an epiphany—that horseback was indeed more suitable for fighting than for sleeping.

At some point, the sky in Kurau began to darken again, and as it was nearly dusk, it began to snow again. The snow was not very large, but it was enough to add another layer of pure white cover to the snow-covered Snow City before it got dark.

For this snow, people who are sleeping like Ksmerd are of course unconscious, and busy people, most of them are late notices, only those idlers who have nothing to do and are wasting their time will notice the arrival of this snow in time, and even see the first few snowflakes falling from the sky to the ground.

The figure, sitting on a chair not far from the bed, leaned against the wall, looked out the window, motionless, as if in a daze.

The room was peaceful and fragrant, with a fireplace on one side and a large white bed covered with pink bedding and a light blue curtain tied to the bedpost.

The cupboard next to the bed is lined with many items, the most striking of which is a small lyre. Near the door, a white blanket lay silently on the floor.

In front of the window, the green curtains have been pulled aside, allowing people to see a gloomy sky outside the window, and many white roofs in the snowy scene.

The figure fixed its gaze on the quiet sky, ignoring the traffic and voices of people outside the fence not far downstairs. She rested her head lightly against the wall on one side, her brows furrowed slightly, and her big eyes were half-open and half-closed, narrowing into two very beautiful narrow lines, and the originally bright gaze was now very dim. If it weren't for the fact that she would bite her lower lip with her teeth from time to time, others would have thought she was about to fall asleep when they saw her like this.

The lines of her face are soft, gentle and beautiful, and the corners of her mouth are slightly upturned, showing a stubborn rise, as if to match the curvature of the sky somewhere. And her fair skin, and the snow outside the window, in a kind of lustrous and moving harmony, let others look at it, will feel pleasing to the eye.

At this time, she radiated a lazy and melancholy temperament, and looked extremely moving.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door, breaking the silence in the room. She snapped open her large eyes, straightened up, and turned her head to look at the door.

"What are you doing, dear?" came a deep, slightly hoarse man's voice outside the door.

"Nothing, you come in. She seemed to have no strength to respond.

Then, the door creaked open, and a man walked in from outside the room.

This man, of medium stature, was wearing a brown cotton robe, and his appearance was majestic and dignified, and he did not look angry and arrogant. He looked to be in his forties, but his forehead was full of wrinkles and his hair was half bald.

When the man entered the room, he looked at the figure sitting by the window with a look of pity, then turned back and closed the door, then walked slowly to the figure, pulled over a chair, and sat down.

This man was a well-known iron merchant in the city of Kurau, named Beruga. And this girl sitting by the window is naturally his daughter Jamila.

Jamila looked at her father sitting next to her, barely cheered up, squeezed out a smile on her face, and said softly: "Father, your injuries have just healed, and you should continue to recuperate." If there is anything important, you can send someone to ask me to find you, why should you leave to come to my room. ”

"In your current state, I won't force you to take half a step out of the room. Belluga said sternly, but his tone softened, "My body is fine now, and that Doctor Bartlett of Sagoth is indeed worthy of his reputation, and I have used the medicine he gave me several times, and the wounds have healed quickly. I don't worry about my injuries now, I only worry about you now. It's been a few days since you've been in this state, why haven't you gotten any better?"

Jamila forced a smile and replied in a low voice, "Why are you worried about me? ”

"You are my daughter, I still can't see if your current state is good or bad?" Beluga sighed and said, "Alas, life and death are fate, wealth is in heaven, and this young man is destined to be unlucky to marry you." It's not that we didn't give him a chance, it's that he didn't have the opportunity to live with you at all. You don't have to grieve too much for someone who hasn't really been in your life, and besides, you don't have any real feelings for him at all, because you don't even know what he looks like, you don't even know what he really is, do you?