The next day, the people of Vayezeji stopped what they were doing and rushed to the arena because they heard something they had not heard for a long time, but it was exciting—judgment before God!

For the Nord nobles, it was their way of condemning guilt, and for the Nord commoners, it was a good show of the year. www.biquge.info They don't care if God really judges crimes in a certain way, they don't care who they are or what crimes they commit, they only know that this is a real sword duel in ordinary times, or a life-and-death fight that is difficult to find in a game!

"Get in line, you idiots!" the arena owner scolded, the famous arena fighters were now hired to keep the law. "Don't crowd! that's enough for all of you!" the boss yelled as he controlled the number of people entering the room. "Don't go to the front row! that's a spot for the old guys, unless you don't want to die. He was very busy, but his heart was happy, and he earned more dinars in one day than he earned in a year.

While inside the arena, Arthur was taken to the arsenal by a samurai and then unshackled him. "Pick whatever you want, or don't have anything, and the result will be the same anyway. The warrior scoffed, and in his eyes, Arthur was already a dead man.

"Really, then I'm honored to die by Bluebeard's sword. Although his life was at stake, Arthur still seemed to be at ease. "The only thing I regret is that you don't have the Last Supper?"

"Haha, I like your composure, boy. A word of advice, you won't be fighting Lord Bluebeard, you'll be fighting our best samurai, known as 'Berserker' Matt. The samurai said, his tone full of respect. "If you want to survive, it's best to throw in the towel, he will never stop once he fights without blood. ”

Arthur picked and turned, rounding the straight Germanic swords, the assorted axes and hammers, and the razor-sharp spears, and finally, he gently pulled away the cobwebs and pulled a bow from the corner, an unwound bow.

"Are you serious?" the samurai asked in disbelief as he fiddled with the thing that could not be called a weapon. "You're going to use this thing to fight that Matt?"

"Why not?" said Arthur looked at him with a smile that didn't look like he was joking at all.

"There must be one of the two of us who is crazy. The warrior shook his head, thinking that Arthur must have been stupefied and insane.

"Perhaps, when will it start?" asked Arthur calmly, not caring about his opponent in the slightest. "I'm tired of waiting. ”

"If you want, you can do it now, but I would suggest you at least bring a dagger, it's crazy. Although it had nothing to do with him, the warrior had already begun to worry about Arthur, and unless a miracle happened, he had given up his last hope.

"Good luck to me, samurai. If I survive, I'll treat you to a drink. Arthur didn't listen to him, but walked into the ring with confidence.

"If you survive, I'll treat you to a good meal!" the samurai couldn't help but respect him, at least this calmness is something that only a true warrior can have.

As soon as he showed up, Arthur heard a deafening and messy discussion. Almost half of the city had already arrived to see what was going on.

"Heh, at least it's not lonely to die. Arthur looked around the arena and did not expect so many people to be there, he waved at them and bowed, causing a burst of laughter and cheers.

"Arthur!" Arthur didn't have to think about it, Arthur also knew who the source of this cry was, and he looked at the high platform on the other side, where all the prominent people were sitting, including Eve.

She said something loudly, but Arthur could only see his lips move again, and his voice was muffled. Arthur gestured to her, indicating that he was all right, and stopped looking at Eve.

Opposite him, there was already a burly, dangerous Nord warrior standing all over his body, he **** body, holding an axe in his left hand and a long sword in his right hand. He waited boredly for Arthur's movements to be over, and then lazily put on a posture and prepared for battle.

After he entered the combat state, unlike Arthur imagined, he did not attack immediately, but was silent and terrible. Arthur's heart sank, I am afraid it is not as easy as he imagined.

"Not like the rumors, Berserker?" Arthur said to him with a few casual fiddling with his bow, deliberately defiantly. "Looks like you're more of a coward, huh?"

Matt was unmoved, he carefully observed Arthur's movements, not letting go of any details, he had never seen a way of fighting with a bow as a weapon, but he never despised any opponent, besides, Arthur was not an ordinary person.

Matt couldn't see Arthur's way of fighting, and to him, Arthur looked more like a vaudeville. Eventually, he couldn't hold his breath anymore and seized the opportunity to storm it.

He stabbed a sword first, followed by an axe. Unhurried, Arthur dodged the straight stab, gently unswiped the axe, and detoured Matt's side with a strange pace.

Matt turned around and slashed at Arthur's head with a sword, followed by the off-hand's axe, slashing at Arthur's arm. But Arthur dodged his attack at a strange angle and threw a punch to his shoulder.

Matt retreated without getting a favor, while Arthur waved at him with ease, to a cheer. "Is that the only one? It's disappointing. Arthur didn't fall into his mouth, but in fact, he had already cheered up his spirits, and Matt was just a test just now, which had already made him have to go all out.

"Your martial arts are very strange, I've never seen them before. Matt didn't get angry, but spoke appreciatively. "I admire your skills, can you tell me your name?"

The more calm he is, the greater the threat to Arthur, and now, on the contrary, Arthur is not calm. "My name is Matt, and people call me Berserker. "At least I don't want to be left behind.

Matt smiled lightly, then said, "Okay, I'm going to be serious, good luck, Mr. Matt." As soon as the words fell, Matt's eyes gradually turned red, his wheezing became thicker and thicker, and his whole body trembled violently, and his whole body became rosy from the heat.

With a strange roar, Matt attacked Arthur with a speed that Arthur had not expected. For the first time, he had to parry with the bow in his hand. Matt was terrible, the sword and axe in his hand staggered towards Arthur, Arthur even dodged, almost no chance to fight back, occasionally seized the gap, and smashed Matt with a few punches, but it failed to affect his movements, but made himself more dangerous.

Arthur felt that he was going to be unable to hold on, and he deliberately sold a flaw to lead Matt to slash his neck. Just as Matt's sword was about to touch him, he suddenly leaned down and swept his leg towards Matt's ankle, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground.

Before Matt could stabilize himself, Arthur kicked Matt's sword away, and then pinned his left hand with the bow. Matt let out a beastly roar in pain, and he grabbed Arthur's feet, who felt a huge force hit him and dragged him to the ground.

Matt lived up to his name as a berserker, he directly forcibly pulled out the bow in his hand, and regardless of the blood, he took the axe with his right hand and slashed at Arthur who fell to the ground.

Arthur quickly rolled over, but he couldn't dodge it completely, and a long wound was pulled out of his back, and blood seeped through his clothes. "Ahh

Arthur's movements are like a dance, the offensive is weird, unpredictable, if ordinary people encounter it, the only end is death, but Matt completely ignores his injuries, even if there are a few more blood holes on his body, he does not slow down his offensive at all.

Gradually, Arthur couldn't hold it anymore, and a mistake was cut off by Matt's bow from the middle. He slumped to the ground and struggled to crawl backwards, but was easily overtaken by Matt, who stepped on Arthur's clothes and clearly had a win.

"Huh...... Scold...... Is there no way?" Arthur watched silently as Matt's axe gathered above his head, his heart calming like never before. "Is this death? Am I going to die here?" Arthur thought to himself, did he die here without doing anything?

In a trance, Arthur felt that the world had become calmer, and countless images floated before his eyes, and he saw the time when he had practiced archery with his father, and he had always admired this man, this man who could proudly call himself "Achar".

"You don't have talent, Arthur, you can't be a good shooter. It was one afternoon, and his father was rarely drunk, and he said this to him, without the slightest concealment or hesitation. "Maybe you can be a good carpenter, or a good bachelor, and your mind is as bright as your mother's. Just one sentence shattered the whole of his life.

"I'll be Achar, on my own, not you!" he remembered how angry and helpless he was, and he remembered that he was alone in the mountains and woods crying loudly, attracting wolves.

"Little friend, why did you run alone in this wilderness and lose your voice?" the man spoke with a strange accent that Arthur had never heard before, but as if by magic, he drove away the whole pack with his bare hands.

He couldn't recall the details, it was something that had happened when he was very young, he had learned from the man how to fight with his body, it had become his instinct, he could do it without thinking, but before he took it away, the man still left a word for himself. What did he say?

The axe had fallen, drawing an arc of death in the air, but Arthur was oblivious, and he tried to remember, what had the man said, and he vaguely felt that it was the key, the key to saving himself?

He watched as the man's lips quirmed, and he tried to listen, but couldn't hear clearly. "Damn it, old fellow, what the hell are you talking about?" muttered Arthur, the axe on the verge of splitting his head.

Suddenly, Arthur's eyes returned to color, and he heard the words, the teachings that were about to save him.

"Avoid the strong and fight the weak, remember, avoid the strong and fight the weak. ”