Although the prison uniform on his body was torn and tattered, Roland still straightened his clothes and rubbed his hair a little along the way.

Roland held up the necklace engraved with his name and looked at it as if it were his talisman.

Then Roland was expressionless, closing his eyes in the waiting room of the arena while making the final preparations. The noise from the audience seemed to indicate that this would eventually be a sensational competition in the city.

To be honest, Roland still hasn't figured out why the king agreed to his request for a duel in the first place.

The king could have left Roland alone and cut off his head. So why did he cooperate with Roland to make such a play?

Besides, Roland and Rand know each other too well. Rand should understand that although his skills are not bad, he is far from being Roland's opponent.

Roland took a deep breath and shifted his position slightly.

The passage leading to the arena brought a cold wind to the waiting room.

Due to the thin clothing, Roland's body soon became a little overwhelmed. But this is nothing, even if it is not in the best condition, but if there is no interference from external forces, Roland has to deal with the king, it is still more than enough.

There was the sound of the bell tower in my ears, knock, knock.

It's nine o'clock, and the time to play is fast approaching.

The guards guarding Roland let him choose his own weapons in the magic room. Roland glanced at them with a sneer, then turned and took a sharp sword from the basket next to him.

It's cold outside!

Roland walked through the corridor and slowly walked to the middle of the arena.

At this time, the audience was already full. Everyone can't wait to see the moment when the king personally slashes Roland, a "murderer".

With Roland's "grand debut", there was an instant burst of boos on the field.

Hehe, how much do you hate me? I've never done anything to be sorry for them.

Roland thought so, and then let those filthy and vulgar words reach his ears with a blank expression.

Then Roland looked up at the sky again, and although the sky was dense with clouds, it was still sunny in general.

Roland looked around the audience again, and found that there were really a lot of acquaintances in the audience, and almost all the students in the Silver Moon class who were still in Double Moon City came.

Roland saw Sakura's expression now, and he was very hesitant and struggling. Undoubtedly, the struggle between him and Rand is something Sakurakaze does not want to see. The rest of the audience mostly glared at Roland with an angry face, as if they were hoping that Roland would die right now.

Roland took a deep breath, hoping that his organs, which were a little shivering from the cold, could calm down a little.

At this time, the king had not yet entered the field, and Roland only felt that he was shivering in the cold wind, and his right hand began to be a little paralyzed again.

In the end, it is the king, and he will appear late at such a serious moment, and the shelf is really big.

Roland sighed in his hands, thinking like this, but his eyes couldn't help but look into the audience. Finally, near the passage, in a hidden corner, he saw a familiar figure.

Gray finally wanted to come and see me.

Since Gray was sitting near the passage, the wind around him was a little strong, so there was no one in the seat next to him for the time being. Gray was dressed very solemnly today, not the contrast of colorful colors that he usually had; His expression was calm now, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking. Roland originally thought that Gray didn't want to buy some popcorn or something to watch the fun, it was good enough, but now it seems that he still has some humanity.

Thinking of this, Roland couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

What's wrong with you? Could it be that at such a life-and-death juncture, what I thought in my heart was whether the old man had come to see him to die?

Although Roland has always been reluctant to admit it in his heart, he understands that he is constantly confirming whether he has really been abandoned by everyone.

That was the cowardice in Roland's heart.

It is precisely because of cowardice that Roland has to constantly confirm whether there is still anyone willing to stand on his side.

It turned out that Roland was far from being as strong as he himself thought.

The audience suddenly erupted in cheers.

Roland looked back and saw a man slowly walking out of the exit on the other side of the arena. He wears short armor and a helmet and his hair is tied up, who would he be if he wasn't a king? and Roland's dress, it is a stark contrast.

"Coward, finally dare to come out?" Roland laughed sarcastically, and the audience immediately boiled over when they heard his words, but that's all there was to it.

And Rand looked at Roland, but the expression on his face was a little not good-looking, he didn't seem to be able to accept it, Roland's tone of voice now.

Rand silently closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then said, "Let's start." ”

Roland smiled slightly, feeling that his hands were a little numb again, this damn weather! The sword in his hand was as cold as ice, and he couldn't hold it.

As soon as Roland raised his hand, the sword spun in a circle in the air, and then fell into his hand again.

Roland gently stroked the sword body with the two fingers of his left hand, and the long sword in his hand burst out with fire in an instant, and then the entire sword body began to burn with raging fire, burning all the time!

The audience at the scene immediately gasped, but Rand's expression was very calm now. Rand looked at Roland with a cold gaze as he took two steps back.

Roland sensed that Rand was about to make a move, and quickly got up and rushed towards him! The sword in Roland's right hand stabbed directly at Rand's head, and the fire on the sword body drew a beautiful arc behind Roland!

Roland knew that Rant's speed and reaction were not as fast as his own, so he would definitely be able to successfully stab Rand in his body this time, even if the stab could not be killed, it would definitely cause him damage.

But as if he could foresee Roland's movements, Korrant dodged sideways!

Roland took advantage of the movement of Rand's body leaning back, and quickly grabbed the armor on Rand's chest with his left hand. Rand noticed something was wrong and leaned back sharply.

But it was too late!

The moment Roland's left hand touched Rand's breastplate, the flames began to burn Rand's body. Rand's eyes suddenly showed a cold light, and his left hand suddenly and quickly raised, and then swiped past Roland's eyes. Roland only felt a sudden coldness in his left hand, and subconsciously let go of his hand!

After taking a few steps back, Roland saw that the cuirass in front of Rand had burned out, and only a few fragments of the wreckage had fallen to the ground and were still burning. And on the inside of Roland's left arm, there was already a scratch about ten centimeters long, although it was not very deep, but it was still bloody, and it couldn't be stopped!

Roland calmly looked at the short knife that appeared in Lante's left hand at some point, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Unexpectedly, in order to kill me, you have also started to use this kind of subordinate......

Rand threw away the short knife that was still stained with Roland's blood with a blank face, and wiped his hands on his body.

Roland looked mockingly at Rand's bandaged left hand, knowing that there was a deed seal there.

A contract with a demon.

It seems that Rand still wants to save face, and he doesn't want to put that sin in front of others. But what if at this time, the deed seal is exposed to the public?

Thinking of this, the corners of Roland's mouth began to rise involuntarily, and Rand was obviously aware of Roland's intentions, only to see his pupils shrink, and his left hand involuntarily began to retract.

Yes, it's not enough to be free, Roland wants him to be ruined!

Isn't Rand rare to stand at the top of power?

Roland wanted to see if the peoples, knowing that their beloved king had betrayed him to the devil, would continue to support him with the same feelings as before!

Roland silently tore a strand from the already broken prison uniform on his body and tied it to the wound on his left hand, but his right hand began to become paralyzed by the cold, and even the sword in his hand fell to the ground!

The audience at the scene saw Roland's powerlessness, and seemed to start to get excited again, as if the king's victory was close at hand!

Hehe, but I'm not going to let them get their wish!