Draws are rare in Candras gladiatorial events, not to mention the fact that the game itself is already exciting, and the result alone is shocking enough. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Fetsuma's attack and Credlaw's move were very eye-catching, and it can be said that although neither of them could knock out their opponents, they were both big winners in this match.

However, Makqin in the VIP seat was full of anger: his wishful thinking was originally that Credlaw would have taken advantage of his agility and agility to kill Fikruma directly, but that damn grinning soldier was so wasted that he was tired and lay down! If it weren't for the audience's enthusiastic reaction, it seems that the popularity is very good, and he must be sent to the iron cage!

Esenhard breathed a sigh of relief: Fecquema had not lost. As a former gladiator god of war, he can naturally see the strength and potential of Credrow, if he trains properly, that little white face is the material of a champion or even a god of war! He believed that the veteran and aristocratic spectators who had watched countless matches would also see this, and would be more likely to be optimistic about and invest in Fetsuma and his family.

Fetsuma was carried back to the rest area by the slaves in charge of clearing the field, and she was already pale from exhaustion and panting. Kaizon took the water bladder and poured several mouthfuls into his mouth, but he was choked and coughed for a long time before he let out a weak angry curse: "This dead bastard, little white face, sooner or later Lao Tzu will break his body into ten thousand pieces!"

Lucas also rushed over to check the hole in his flank, and he was bleeding a lot, and it was estimated that if it weren't for this injury, he would definitely be exhausted by a minute or two later than Credlaw, in which case, the little white face would definitely die.

was busy working, and the miscellaneous slaves in the arena ran in again to urge Zhang Long to wait for the field. When Kaizon heard the news, he threw Fitsuma to Lucas and the others, turned around and took Zhang Long's spear, solemnly handed it into his hand, and said, "This is what Luciano used to use, and it was just reforged last night by Miss Iresa, the king of blacksmiths in Candras. I hope that you will inherit Luciano's faith and wash away his humiliation, and become the only but not to be underestimated phalanx gladiator of our Isenhard family!"

Zhang Long nodded solemnly, strode to the gate, and waited for a long time before he heard the host announce loudly: "The next person to appear is the Powell family's selection, the classical gladiator, Beyer! vs. the Isenhard family's selection, the phalanx gladiator, Zhang Long!"

The two gladiators strotted on the stage, and the audience responded with warm applause. Beyer's performance in the battle against Xinding was very impressive, and it can be said that it was a landslide victory. And Zhang Long's original performance was a little off the chain: although his fighting skills were very good, he was not ordinary when he executed his opponent, which made many viewers feel that he lacked the spirit of a decisive gladiator, and it would be difficult for him to make a big difference in the future. However, it is really rare to see a square formation with such a solid foundation, and the duel between the two is still worth looking forward to.

However, in the face of this muscular reckless man from Anteystig, Zhang Long has a special complex, which is an unbearable childhood shadow.

Don't look at him when he grows up to be such a virtuous person, when he was young, he was also the object of his parents' hope that his son would be Jackie Chan, otherwise how could he be named "Zhang Long"? So he was like thousands of inverted frieze babies in China on the earth, and was forced by his parents to learn piano without any interest and talent. For the majority of ordinary children without piano cells, this is simply a great nightmare, and the name "Baie" is the most terrifying part of the nightmare.

The "Beye" on Earth is not a gladiator, but a famous ancient German piano teacher. He compiled a large textbook for beginners to get started, for the very few children who are interested in this, interested in this is indeed a rare classic, but the vast majority of piano children are chased by their parents to the shelves to learn ah! Therefore, the torture-like etudes in this textbook completely destroyed the childhood of these children, and these children spent the happiest time of their lives in great pain under the obscenity of Baie and the piano and the beating and scolding of their parents and teachers, and they lost confidence in the whole life because they couldn't learn well at all, and the huge shadow will accompany them for the rest of their lives.

Zhang Long is a living example. It can be said that a large part of the reason why he became drifting with the crowd and did not want to make progress so much that he lived so unpleasantly before crossing over was that his self-confidence when he was a child was completely destroyed by the piano that he had no talent and interest at all but was forced to learn.

Therefore, at this time, he faced Baie, with a strange ignorance in his heart: Since you are called this name, and you are an Antestieg who is similar to Earth Germany, then don't blame me for being ruthless, I want to vent all the pain and shadows of so many years on you!

Thinking of this, Zhang Long raised his spear high and pointed it at Baie's nose, and shouted: "Scum, 70,000 sisters-in-law and wives are exploding one by one!"

I really didn't expect that the classic empty ear "Fuhrer's Wrath" on Earth would be used at this time. Thanks to my own heart, I found the original meaning of each empty German sentence, although the pronunciation and grammar are not very accurate at this moment, but the key to roaring is momentum!

Bye burst into laughter, "Your Antestieg is so bad that it's murdering my ears!" he replied in lingua franca, "You're the bucket, you deserve to drown in your own blood!"

The audience burst into laughter, and the host signaled them for a long time before they quieted down.

"Let's go!"

Although the order fell, neither of them rushed to attack. The "classical" style that Baie practiced was originally a faction that was good at defense, and it was their advantage to strike later, while the "phalanx" like Zhang Long, although it was more offensive, had to be cautious in the face of such a tank-like opponent.

So the situation on the battlefield seemed a little calm, but there was a suffocating tension in the calm: Zhang Long held his spear and slowly circled around his opponent, while Baie rotated in place with Zhang Long's displacement, always keeping his hands facing straight ahead, and the tower shield was impermeable in front of him, and he didn't give the opponent any chance. Zhang Long carefully observed this opponent: in terms of the coordination of movements, there is naturally a big gap compared to Ricksard, and there is also a certain distance compared with several other senior classical styles of the Esenhard family, but this guy's consciousness looks quite good, and he is well versed in the connotation of classical gladiator techniques, and every move is very decent. It seems that he can't take advantage of at least the basics, and can only improvise in battle.

Thinking of this, Zhang Long made a decisive attack, and quickly stepped diagonally and rushed to the opponent's right shield to wait for the opportunity to stab, but the speed at which Baie turned around was much higher than his running speed, and the tower shield had already turned to the correct position, sealing Zhang Long's attack angle to the ground: the classical defense ability is really not covered, it is simply a tank in the era of cold weapons!

Zhang Long tried several more times, but he couldn't find the opportunity to stab, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Baie, on the other hand, was calm and relaxed, hiding behind the tower shield with a mocking smile, but he was also a little puzzled: in the past battles, those gladiators always attacked wildly one after another, until they found a flaw and killed them. This immortal man is not, just constantly moving around trying to find his own empty door, and if he can't find it, he immediately gives up the attack, is this cautious or cowardly? After a few consecutive face-to-face encounters, Baie decided to sell a flaw to try Zhang Long's bottom.

"Smack!" He pretended to make a mistake, and the tower shield was half a beat slower to block the way Zhang Long's spear came from. Zhang Long was overjoyed when he saw the opportunity, and decisively stabbed it. Eresa's craftsmanship is really good, the re-forged spear has an excellent sense of balance in his hand, and this straight stab is like a cloud of water without delay, and Baie's side ribs seem to be inevitable!

"Die!" Bye roared with a smug laugh, his feet already retreating to avoid Zhang Long's direct stab, and the deadly defensive counterattack of the classical gladiator followed, and the tower shield slammed sideways. Zhang Long secretly screamed badly, quickly withdrew his spear and retreated again and again, fortunately he was able to dodge, but he was also shocked into a cold sweat.

Eresa's title of "King of Blacksmiths" is indeed well deserved, and I don't know how she managed to do it, but this spear feels very smooth, and her moves and receives are extremely smooth. Thanks to this, otherwise he would definitely be slapped on the spot for using his moves too late to pull back!

Similarly, Zhang Long's retreat also shocked Baie, it seems that this guy is not a coward, but a poisonous snake! Bai Er regrouped, roared angrily, the muscles and muscles of his whole body burst out, and he strode towards Zhang Long with his head held high.

This is a classical extension tactic of attacking with defense, using a defensive stance to attack an enemy with long weapons. Generally speaking, opponents who use spears will deliberately distance themselves and choose to retreat in order to take advantage of the length of their weapons, which is exactly what the Classical people want: they will find ways to cleverly force their opponents into a corner, and then continue to close the distance, and when the long weapon cannot be used, the opponent will be completely abused. Even if the opponent is smart enough not to retreat into the corner, he will attack as much as possible because he is unwilling to retreat and play too ugly, so it is time to give full play to the advantages of his faction's defensive counterattack.

Sure enough, in the face of the classical advance, Zhang Long complained bitterly. This is not called offense, nor is defense. The opponent's defenses are impenetrable, and a rash attack is either just beating a drum on someone's shield, or it is caught in a flaw and counterattacking, and the chances of winning are slim. Therefore, some people think that at the same level, the classical style is almost completely superior to all factions except for the similar Goethe, Zhang Long is really in trouble at this time, he is almost pushed all over the field in embarrassment, maybe the connoisseur can see that every direction he runs is trying to find the opponent's defense, but the ordinary audience only sees that he is running for his life! As the time passed, the boos in the audience gradually rose, and it was obvious that he was becoming less and less optimistic about him.

If you win the crowd, you will win everything, and the reverse is true: If you lose the crowd, you will lose everything! Zhang Long anxiously looked for an opportunity to attack, but to no avail, if he continued like this, sooner or later he would fall to the ground like Fetsuma, and a good thing like a draw would never come out of himself: Baie, who was steadily advancing, not only had better basic physical fitness than himself, but also consumed far less than himself! What should I do? It is not a way to continue fighting like this. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: when he first fought against Rexat, he seemed to have realized something, but he never had the opportunity to fight him again, and he never verified it. This time it's been forced like this, so let's give it a try anyway.

Defensive counterattack on the defensive counterattack!

"Drink!" Zhang Long let out a long roar, stood firm and stabbed straight in the direction of Baie. Baie was overjoyed: this kid finally couldn't hold his breath, and didn't he seek death with a random blow?" "Bang!" As expected, the straight stab only knocked the drum on the shield.

"And what!" Zhang Long roared, quickly wandering around Baie's body and stabbing four or five attacks in succession, of course, all of them were ineffective, Baie's understanding of the classical style is quite thorough, and it is unknown if it will surpass Ricksat over time. He watched with joy as Zhang Long almost angrily attacked, feeling that his victory was close at hand.

"Give me death!" Bai Er found an obvious flaw in Zhang Long, and the defensive counterattack was immediately launched, swinging Zhang Long's spear outside the tower shield, and quickly stepped forward and stabbed Zhang Long in the heart.

The opportunity came! Zhang Long was very happy: Baie's defensive counterattack was simply heaven and earth compared to Ricksat, and it was too easy to find a flaw and fight against him again! Zhang Long rushed forward and down with the force of the spear being swung, threw away the spear and lay down and slid down, and passed under Baie's crotch while dodging the stab of the short sword, and Baie immediately let out an earth-shattering scream.

Zhang Long stood up from behind him with a smile on his face, blood dripping from the blade of the spare dagger in his hand.

Baie's desperate screams continued for a long time, and the tower shield and dagger were thrown to the ground, and the crotch cloth under his crotch was dyed red. Zhang Long walked over and kicked him in the back of his knee, and Bai Yi fell to his knees, and the screams still did not stop. Zhang Long walked around to him, picked up the spear, pressed it against his chest, and looked up at the audience.

Before more than half of the audience could react, the air froze for a while before thunderous applause erupted.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The presenter's thumb is finally pointing downward.

Zhang Long closed his eyes, sent out a spear, and stabbed Baie's heart with a thud. This time he didn't feel sad, because he felt that what he was piercing at this time was only the piano textbook that ruined his childhood.