"Esenhard!" Grentis slashed through the throats of his foes in the nets and roared to the sky in exchange for thunderous applause from the audience. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The Benhai Festival is indeed a super celebration for Wasam, and the three-day gladiatorial competition is tantamount to a gluttonous feast for the general public. Even if the venue is located in the most ambitious central arena in the city, it is also full, and it is difficult to find a ticket, and a considerable number of spectators are buying standing tickets to enter, which is really empty!

Such a major event is inevitably indispensable to the dignitaries of Wasam, from the Grand Duke of Kimel personally presided over the whole competition, it can be seen that the high society attaches great importance to this celebration, and the field is even more star-studded, bloody and bloody. Due to the high formality of the event, it is impossible to have a ridiculous thing like the West Expedition Festival that allows the stars to warm up, although there is still an undercurrent behind the battle list, but at least the opponents in each game are basically close to the level and popularity, which is relatively fair.

So what Grentis just cut down was a general of the Maxim family. For the brothers of the Esenhard family, it was a great joy, and their rest area was filled with joy.

"Well played," Kaisong said with a thumbs up for the triumphant star water ghost, "keep up the good work, you're getting closer and closer to the championship!"

"Hahahaha!" Glintys grinned, "With all these goods, how can you fight me?"

Except for Fetsuma, who had a good time with him, and Ricksart, the champion who sat alone in the corner, almost all the brothers gathered around to congratulate him, and they were even happier that the snot bubbles were about to pop up. Zhang Long also joined in the excitement and praised him for a few words, before returning to Fei Quma's side.

"Hmph, let him be beautiful, sooner or later I can beat him all over the ground!" Fikruma sat down on the steps and said disdainfully, "When I come on the court in the afternoon, I will definitely play a wonderful game to beat him." 」

Zhang Long nodded and asked, "How is your comprehension of the 'Fluctuation of Battle Intent'?"

"Well, it's not good. Fikruma sighed: "Master can't do it, how can the apprentice make rapid progress? Xinbo can teach me, I have almost learned everything, but the result is that I can only fluctuate when I am red-eyed, and I can't use it freely at all." 」

Zhang Long was still curious, and continued to ask, "What is that feeling?"

"Happy!" Fitsuma suddenly became excited: "It's just a pleasure, I feel that my strength is a lot stronger in an instant, and the whole person seems to be on fire, not ordinary cool! At that time, it was as if I could cut down the whole world!"

Sure enough, the barbarians are a people born for battle! Zhang Long secretly smacked his tongue, thinking that if Fei Quma could really fully comprehend the relevant mental method of the barbarians' fighting spirit, I am afraid that even the fellow Burke, who became famous in one fell swoop in the Western Expedition Sacrifice War, would be able to win it?

And the holy light potential in his own body didn't seem to be able to pierce the layer of window paper. I can only passively feel the refreshing feeling of being wrapped in holy light in my dreams and before and after getting up in the morning, but I don't know how to actively explore, let alone guide. After a long time, Zhang Long himself gave up his efforts in this regard: how can he say that Fei Quma is also a person with a master, but he doesn't even have a person who can help with it, so he can't pester Lucas or Sol to learn, right?

Before he knew it, Kaizon had left the brethren who had gathered around Glintys and was beside the lone champion. Rixette fiddled with the jet-black matte feel in his hand, the short sword made of unknown alloy in a daze: it was the weapon that Count Perron's craftsmen had spared no expense to build and had high hopes for. Although it comes from a noble family, it doesn't look fancy, but it is very low-key and simple, probably because I have long thought of the reason why the user is just a slave gladiator and deliberately did it!

"It's a good sword, make good use of it. Kaisong patted Rixat on the shoulder and said, "We have trained you well this week, and today your sword is completed, and I believe that tomorrow we will win!"

Ricksat shook his head with a wry smile, looked at the unrecognizable line at the end of the blade, and muttered, "Yes, a very good sword...... The owner said it was called "Elegy," and I don't know if it was sung to me or the monster's......."

"Look like a champion!" Kaisong encouraged solemnly, "Whether it's fighting people or monsters, don't lose your momentum first!"

Ricksat nodded solemnly, "Yes, Coach. However, the sheep's speed was so fast that I could be defeated at the slightest mistake. According to Steward Thor, a 'Zealot' sheep-headed man is likely to be faster than you, and I'...... I can barely keep up with you now. 」

Kaisong sat down beside him, waved his hand and beckoned a miscellaneous slave to bring a box over, opened it very solemnly, took out a pair of chainmail boots glowing with a dark green magical glow, and said solemnly, "Ricksat, it's finally time to give you this great gift for your teacher. He handed the boots into the hands of the champion and continued, "These are what the old brothers of the Makqin family did to tailor for me when I led the old brothers of the Makqin family to play team battles in the national league. As you know, at that time, I was a household name throughout Candras under the name of "Almighty Lightning", and these shoes made me even more powerful. It can make your legs extremely light, and although it may be a little different from what I was back then, it should be able to handle the sheep-headed man. 」

"Coach......" Rixart looked at him excitedly: these shoes are not ordinary at first glance, they are probably the treasures at the bottom of the box of Kaisong, so he was really flattered to give them to him like this!

"Don't thank me, that's what the master wants. "Even I myself am my master's property, and these shoes are no exception. We are all bringing glory to the Isenhard family, and it is only natural that we should save the good things for those who need them most. Cayson took one of his boots, measured Rickett's foot, and said, "Yesterday the master asked Miss Iresa to change the size of it for you, and it does look very suitable, so try it on." 」

Rixat hurriedly changed into his shoes, stood up and walked a few steps, and suddenly showed a look of surprise: "Coach, I can barely feel my weight!"

"Yes. Kathon smiled and bowed his head, "We've done everything we can, and it's up to you tomorrow." The brothers have been doing very well these two days, so don't let up!"

"Yes, Coach!" Ricksat thanked Zero for agreeing, stopped his depression, and immediately found a secluded corner to practice. The body and attack methods of the sheep-headed people are completely different from those against humans, and the amount of practice is not too much.

What the master and apprentice didn't know was that Zhang Long could see this clearly not far away. The boot, which he already had in mind, was also a piece of dark gold: "The Conquest of Kaisson", and the short sword of Rickett, which he recognized at a glance: "The Elegy of Ricksart". In fact, as a traverser, he can be said to be familiar with the names of many people around him, because there are dark gold or set items named after them in the game. It can be said that he was even looking forward to seeing these people get their exclusive equipment in their hands. Kaison's boots, Ricksat's sword, are already on the scene, and I don't know when Fetsuma's axe will come. And...... There is also a dark gold spear with the same name in the game, will it fall into his hands sooner or later?

Fate, I really can't say! Just as he sighed silently, Kaizon suddenly appeared in front of him: "Boy, don't be a god, it's coming to you soon!"

Zhang Long hurriedly cheered up and went to the exit to wait, and the miscellaneous slave hugged him and opened his equipment box respectfully. After he finished putting on his drape, he took up his spear majestically, and heard the old and majestic voice of the Grand Duke of Kinmaier from the rostrum of the arena: "The one who appears below is the rookie selected by the Isenhard family, the phalanx gladiator, Zhang Long!"

The gate opened, and Zhang Long strode on, only to be greeted with boos and nuisance: no matter how well he performed in the first two semi-open matches, he was still very new to the general public of Wasam, and the Isenhard family had long worn the hat of "no square formation", and his physique was not very eye-catching, so he was naturally despised by the crowd.

Zhang Long stood on the battlefield under great pressure, his heart pounding. He knew that there was absolutely no room for defeat in this game, and he had to win, otherwise even if he surrendered, his life would definitely be in danger. To embolden himself, he raised his spear high and shouted as loudly as he could, "Esenhard!" in response, only to be met with louder boos and more kernels......

Grand Kinmai stretched out his hands to signal the crowd to be quiet, cleared his throat and said, "His opponent, the Dock Chamber of Commerce, the classical gladiator chosen by the Zacamoto family, Pavel!"

As soon as the fully armed and majestic Pavel appeared, he received thunderous applause. Obviously, the impression he left on the people at the Western Expedition was very good: his appearance was high, his playing style was surprising, and he was naturally eye-catching. He glanced at Zhang Long with contempt, his short sword pointed straight at the sky, and still shouted in a thick Russian voice, "Vodam!

"The son of a bitch, I can't change my accent after so long, it's really a rice bucket!" Zhang Long pointed his spear at Pavel's nose and let go like a string of Russian foul mouths. After a detailed pre-war analysis with the coach, they agreed that the guy has a violent personality and is easily provoked and loses his mind. And an opponent who loses his mind will always be full of flaws.

Pavel obviously didn't expect this little man to be able to speak Yvegro and was scolded, but he was immediately filled with skyrocketing anger, and scolded back: "Get out of your old **, watch Lao Tzu break your body into ten thousand pieces!"

The enthusiasm of the audience was also ignited by these two incomprehensible scoldings, and the Grand Duke of Kinmaier also lit the fuse at the most correct time.

"Let's go!"