"Whew-"

The stab was so positive that the force of the wooden sword was precisely applied to the center of the cross-section of the blade, so that its damage came greatly from Rod's push rather than its own inertia, and this detail made it perfectly avoid the shortcomings of being fragile and too light. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Under the dual effect of Rod's strange strength and the slight push of the fighting spirit, the entire wooden sword was deeply pierced into the body cavity of the fighter, and I don't know how many internal organs were injured and cracked under this stab, and the man's strength poured out of the wound like a leaky water bag, and the weapon fell to the ground with a miserable howl.

The crowd screamed, mostly applauding Rhodes' brilliant performance of playing with ease, while others, including the dwarves, were a reminder that he had taken advantage of the presence of the other two...... The fat man with the hammer picked up the guy and rushed towards the boy, while the thin man with a blue dagger in both hands quietly approached behind him, intending to take advantage of Rhodes' sword draw to sneak attack. The latter was obviously of the agile type, and the latter took a step closer to Rod, and the two daggers in his hands flashed with a strange glimmer, and thrust towards the young man's back.

But once again, Rod didn't play his cards - he let go of the hilt of his sword, and very simply abandoned the wooden sword inserted in the axe-wielding fighter's body, and turned around with what seemed to be slow but was actually surprisingly fast, just in time to meet the dagger-wielding fighter who was launching a sneak attack. The thin "Inquisitor" was surprised to find that the "King Assassin" had a calm and calm look in his eyes, not panicked and frightened, but with a hint of banter and disdain...... It seems that the victory is already in hand, and it is like ...... Just waiting for yourself to attack.

As a fighter with a dagger, the thin man always relied on the light weight of his weapon and the dexterity of his skills to attack the enemy's back, and Rod's clean and neat sword abandonment turned around to make him lose the most comfortable backstab position, and he was hairy by the strange gaze of the young man, and he decisively gave up this attack when he felt that something was wrong - he kicked his foot to stop the forward momentum, and he was about to retreat with the strength of his waist and legs.

Then he stepped into Rod's trap and was caught.

That's right, literally: Rhodes grabbed his arm with lightning strikes, wrist to be exact, more precisely his right wrist with his left hand, and his left wrist with his right hand - and so on his halt his retreat halfway through.

As a former arena champion who is known for his agility and speed, the process of turning the thin dagger into retreat can be described as smooth and fast, and ordinary people can only see him advance as if he had been prepared for a moment and then immediately turn back, and there is no sign of the delay in the connection between his two movements...... But in the eyes of Rod, who was highly focused, even the slightest pause was a huge flaw, and he saw the timing to strike hard and accurately, and his hands firmly pinched his arms like iron tongs.

Everyone held their breath, it was as illusory as stepping into a white blade empty-handed, let alone seeing it with their own eyes, and no one present had even heard of such a method. In the face of an attack by an opponent with a sharp blade, the receiver either blocks or dodges, or simply forces the opposite side to stop with a counter-attack that ends at the end of the day...... How can you really "catch" a move with your hands, and what kind of reaction speed, strength, and courage does it take to grasp the wrist of an enemy with a blade in hand so precisely and quickly?

"Huh-" Off-the-side, Countess Leonard took a deep breath, and was thrilled by this never-before-seen way of fighting. She couldn't help but rub her knees slowly but firmly as she quietly reached between her already slightly damp legs......

"You!?" In the arena, the thin fighter shouted out in horror - the most fearful thing for an arena fighter with such a style and routine is the close fight, and he couldn't break free at all, but the third fighter shouted next to him: "Okay, hold him down!"

Turning his head, the fat hammer fighter finally ran close to the attack distance, and was now rushing towards the two of them with great momentum, waving the big iron bump in his hands and beginning to sweep, looking like he was going to crush them all with this blow.

"I'll press Nima!" the thin man screamed loudly, and while moving his fingers to flick and flip the dagger in his palm, he touched the arms of Rhodes that clamped his wrists with the tip of the sharp blade, and tried to pierce the boy's clothes and skin with all his might, the toxin on it may not be able to kill the other side immediately, but it will definitely paralyze his arms!

There was no feedback from the blade that pierced the human skin, but the hammer fighter in his field of vision rushed closer and closer, and the thin man became anxious, shouting "Let go!" and jumped up on the spot and kicked Rhodes in the chest with both feet, trying to break free with the recoil of this kick and withdraw from the range of the fat warhammer's attack.

......

Rod let go as he wished, but instead of offering his body as a stepping stone, he pulled back with a slight force before letting go, and only stepped back like a phantom after the thin man staggered towards him, causing the opponent not only to kick his legs into the air, but also to lose the opportunity to dodge the hammer.

"Bang. With a muffled sound, the hammer narrowly and dangerously brushed the corners of Rod's clothes, but finally smashed into the thin man's body, and Rod coldly watched the thin man be smashed by the hammer and twist his body and fly out a few meters, falling into the already bloodstained sand, and seeing that he had no air intake.

From the start, Rhodes tricked the axe-wielding fat man into stabbing him down with a feint, then turned around to scare off the thin man with the dagger with his eyes and skillfully delayed him until he was accidentally knocked out by the third fighter...... All of this is a long story, but it is actually happening in a flash of light. In just three seconds, the audience who initially threw the apple core to urge the trial did not even chew the last bite of the pulp and swallow it, and the three "judges" had already fallen to the ground, two of them dead and one wounded. The only one left was carrying a sledgehammer that had just injured his teammate by mistake with an ugly face, and he had lost the confidence to win.

For the first time, Rhodes experienced the pleasure of crushing his opponent purely by skill, and at this moment he was exhaling a breath of evil - this flexible body and tactic was more suitable for fighting with one enemy than the one he was used to, rather than counting on the spider silk cloak on his body every time. He found his wings and secretly decided that if he could escape alive, he would carry forward Ciri's swordsmanship.

......

"The kid's hand has been scratched, and he will soon be poisoned and will fall. The master of the arena smiled and said in a tone of regret, "If it weren't for that, he would be a big cash cow, and with a little adjustment, he could be the pillar of this arena." ”

"God, that's a shame. The woman took a moment before answering, her eyes flushed as she took her hand from under her skirt and sighed lazily. "How can a young man be so skilled?"

"A great on-the-spot performance, a combination of good foundation and quality training and momentary inspiration. The warden commented, suddenly understanding why someone was in a hurry to kill him, if this young man was really an assassin from Midland, how many people could Antelli escape his assassination?

......

Rhodes heard their conversation and looked up. Indeed, his performance just now was excellent, but after all, he still failed to be perfect from beginning to end, when he dodged the hammer at the last moment, his bare hands without the protection of spider silk clothes were stabbed on the arms of the double daggers, and the two long openings oozed purple-black blood, but the wound was still scabbed quickly, which was really a magical self-healing ability.

He had already been tested by poisoned wine, vomited for a while and had a stomachache for half the night, leaving no sequelae at all, this time I wonder if the poison on this dagger can take effect on himself?

The bleeding stopped in a moment, and Rhodes stopped wondering about the wound and looked up at the last fighter, the fat man staring at him with bright eyes, as if waiting for the toxin to attack. The young man snorted coldly in his heart, and did not rush to deal with this last person - if the poison could take effect, it would be better to be killed cleanly by the hammer than to fall down paralyzed and hoisted back to the gallows.

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