On the battlefield, the tumbling dust gradually settled, and the figures of six people stood quietly. And the thousands of spectators on the sidelines, who looked at this guy from time to time, and at that guy every now and then, wondering whether to applaud or express their frustration at the time of their team.

Silence is not always an option, even for the players in the game. After all, someone spoke, it was the old wood elf with a longbow in hand. "Little girl, your skills are very good, as a wood elf who is not more than two hundred years old, you are already very good......" he said to Gavira in front of him with a smile, first loosening the bowstring and putting the feathered arrow held in his right hand back into the quiver. "Lay down your weapons, let's go sit next to us, I should be able to give you some more advice on the battle hunters." ”

Gavila's furrowed brow slowly let go, and finally stood up straight with her twin daggers in her hands. "Thank you......," she said, pulling the "race nameplate" from her pocket, tossing it to the ground, and finally taking a deep look at Zal and the barbarian, and walking out of the field without looking back.

The old man of the wood elf smiled and nodded, also dropped his nameplate, and walked out with Gavila.

On the other side, the old man smiled even more happily. "How's it going, young orc, shouldn't we leave the show?"

"Of course, a loss is a loss. The orc snorted heavily, tossed the nameplate out, and finally looked at Zal, nodded, and walked to the sidelines.

At the same time, the old man didn't stay long, he held the staff, popped out his nameplate with a "ding", turned to greet the audience in all directions, and finally left the venue with a smile.

Four nameplates landed. Four people are out, and only Zal and the barbarian Lovestre are left in the field. In the audience at the edge of the pergola, the half-elf pursed his lips and looked at it from afar, with a solemn expression.

Beside him, Adjani's expression was a little hesitant, but she still spoke, "What's the matter? Mr. Cadius? You seem to be ......."

The half-elf sighed directly. "The pace of this battle was completely controlled by these old guys. He said. "The result of the four outs, at least so far, is actually that we lost. ”

"We lost?" Adjani followed, looking at Zal with some concern.

"Yes, in fact, the strength of the other side should be below us, and the longer it drags on, the more obvious this will be. The half-elf smacked his lips and said, "Exchanging two for two, such a result will greatly reduce our advantage." As for the remaining barbarians. Well, he's the best guy on the opposing team......"

"Because of age?" asked Adjani.

"That's right, because of age. The half-elf nodded affirmatively, "The next step is simple, one-on-one, whoever wins will qualify." He pursed his lips with a little dissatisfaction, "These cunning old foxes ......"

The girl chuckled quietly and fixed her gaze on Zhal. Didn't say anything more.

In the middle of the battlefield, the barbarian looked at Zar and smiled. "We're all left here. Zhal. He said.

Zar straightened up with "Sishua" and "Grey Blade". "It seems that it is," he raised his arms a little helplessly, "from the beginning, I never thought that this battle would be like this. He stopped. "But you're right, it's you and me. ”

The barbarian nodded to himself. "You know, Zhal, I was in the stands and saw with my own eyes that 'melee qualifier' you played. What is in your mind?" He didn't wait for Zal to speak, and said directly: "I wish it was me standing there, and even if I died of exhaustion in the end, I would like to hear the heartbeat of the bombardment of my chest again, and then see where my limits are......"

The barbarian laughed self-deprecatingly. "I'm old, the god of war is above, and no matter how much I don't want to admit it, I'm old......" he said, throwing his heavy sword sideways in front of him. "Have a good fight with me, Zal, until I can wield this weapon again. ”

Zal looked at the barbarian and nodded heavily, and the thick smoke miasma rolled on the "gray blade" in his hand, as if a layer of flames had exploded, turning into a palpitating gray-black. "I'll do my best, for your glory, I swear. ”

"Thank you. The savage smiled with satisfaction, raised his heavy sword, and stood above his head. "I'll use all of my 'War Wrath Force' to unleash a skill," he said, and he suddenly moved, his burly body falling a series of vague afterimages in his pass, and a desolate roar exploded into the sky above the "Sunshine Square"!

"Horn of the god of war-!"

In an instant, a dazzling red light permeated the barbarian's surroundings, and after a sudden retreat, ten thousand scarlet red lights like swords pierced his body. The bones, skin, and muscles exploded wildly, and the original dark blue totem tattoo instantly turned into a bright red, and was dragged by his galloping figure!

The audience exclaimed in unison, and the deafening war cry pierced their eardrums, like an endless war drum, smashing into their hearts. The half-elves, Gavila, Groll, Adjani, and even Casavalon and Assef in the pergola, all of them, their faces changed, and they stared at the body that was not like a mortal, and their eyes widened in shock!

In between, the hot air was squeezed out, and a storm of battle intent and roar rushed straight towards Zhar. And the latter, the long hazel hair flew against the wind in the cold energy, and the boiling smoke miasma in his hand rose, exploding into a low roar. A muscular texture pushed from his shoulders to his palms, and the dull "Sishua" trembled, as if singing wildly for the battle to come.

"Come, come!" Zar's roar grew louder and louder, almost bursting.

In the midst of the approaching storm, a hoarse explosion sounded throughout the audience! "Kill-!!"

Finally, the two figures collided. The blade of the heavy sword slashed at the "Sishua" and "Gray Blade" with the roaring sound of the wind!

"When-!!"

The sound of the impact through the sky and clouds seemed to shatter all the sounds in the world, shattering the blood on the faces of countless audiences, and all the sounds were instantly withdrawn, leaving only a pale picture in front of them.

The next moment, a figure flew upside down in the blast of earth and rocks, and another figure raised a heavy sword. Rushing in pursuit. In the air, Zal, who clenched his teeth, shook off the blood mist that was wrapped around him, twisted his body and propped his legs on the ground.

As the two ravines of the sand were ploughed, Zal's legs withstood all the force of the retreat, and he kicked the ground and catapulted. With a puff of smoke and dust behind him, he rushed forward against the barbarian again! At this moment, the figure of the barbarian suddenly slid forward and spun, and the rough heavy sword swept out countless swirling whirlwinds beside him, scraping the earth and stones on the ground, and surging towards Zhar.

Moving forward, "Sishua" and "Grey Blade" swept a chill in front of Zhal, whipping above the screaming whirlwind, accompanied by a series of explosive pops. Countless turbulences scattered in all directions, carving scratches on the solid ground that had been swept by the wind blades.

The resistance in front of him finally lightened, and Zhal, who had broken through the sword blade wind array, swung his weapon, swept out a blinding cold light and pressed down on the barbarian, and the latter also stopped the spinning heavy sword, and faced Zal's attack, roaring angrily, and not retreating.

Next. Between the two standing figures, the roaring sword light took over everything. Their movements were so fast that only a blur of light and shadow remained. The weapons in their hands completely lost their original form, like a twisted chain of light, frantically colliding together.

Gradually, those bright white sword lights were dyed a little crimson, and the blood of both sides was carried by each other's blades and thrown into the air. Splashed and eventually fell into the dust.

Finally, just when the heartstrings of the audience were about to break, all the roaring and blooming sparks suddenly disappeared, and the re-clear figure came into everyone's eyes again. I saw the barbarian's heavy sword stop slightly. Drawing an arc above his head, he slashed at Zal's shoulder with a twisted halo of light.

The "Gray Blade" stood upright, twisted to block, and after a crisp sound of "dang", Zal's body was violently slammed by the huge force, and several blood mist sprayed aside from the bloody mouth on his body. With the power of his left arm, the "Gray Blade" slammed down in Zhal's hand along the castration of the heavy sword, and then the "Sishua" in his right hand suddenly lifted up and swept towards the barbarian's chest.

With a "poof", the sharp tip of the sword was thrown into the sky, and a puff of blood mist rose from the wound on the barbarian's chest. The momentary stunned turned into an even stronger battle intent in the eyes of the barbarian, and instead of retreating, he threw up his heavy sword and slammed it down on the ground under his feet!

"Boom, boom!"

Three circular waves of air spread out from around the barbarians, and the layers of earth and rocks were shaken into the air, and along with Zal, they were violently pushed out.

Taking a few steps back, the dust falling from the sky obscured Zal's vision, and at this moment, a deadly sense of crisis swept through Zal's body. In the next moment, the straight sword light split the world filled with mud and sand in two, and with a roar that tore through the air, it slashed in front of him!

The left arm flicked in front of him, and the billowing miasma of smoke spun rapidly around Zal, enveloping it in the middle. The sword light and the mist finally collided together, and with a loud "boom", the shattered light spots and smoke miasma exploded in all directions, but the two opposing sides had already detached themselves from their original positions, as if they had already thought of each other's movements, crossed the distance between each other, and collided with each other again.

The dust cleared, and the heavy sword that was carried behind the barbarian was swept over his head, and he slashed it with a single blow! Attack or defense?! The bitter wind tore at Zal's skin, and the thought of madness or determination flashed through his mind. The side shoulder flashed slightly, let go of the vital point of death, threw up his right hand, and the dull "Sishua" stabbed obliquely!

"Boom!"

Beside Zal, earth and stones flew and blood burst out, and the sharp rubble struck a hideous wound in his left shoulder. And "Sishua" flashed around the barbarian's neck, bringing out a thin line of blood.

The movements of the two men stopped instantly, and after a moment, Zal withdrew his sword, took a few steps back, and then stood still, blood staining his entire arm red. The barbarian, on the other hand, wiped the blood from his neck and smiled.

"Didn't dodge......" said the barbarian, the red glow of his body gradually dissipated, and his whole body returned to its original form. He looked a little tired, gasping for air, his blood-stained chest heaving as if he were overwhelmed. "I, lost ......"

Zal shook his head slowly. "No, you didn't lose to me......" he said.

"Yes, I lost to myself......" said the barbarian a little lonely, "I lost to time, I can't even support the 'war rage' of the 'God of War' horn, hahaha......" he said, took the "entry nameplate" out of his pocket, gently swayed, took one last look, and threw it into the dust.

"Goodbye, my 'Blood Arena'......" He took a deep breath and looked at Zhal, "Thank you, my friend, really, thank you......" After saying that, he picked up his heavy sword and walked towards the sidelines.

In silence, no one applauded, no one cheered, no one seemed to know whether to send blessings or comfort to this old barbarian. His heart is haughty, and perhaps, even if he leaves, all he needs is to puff out his chest.

In the pergola, Arthur patted Casavalon's shoulder vigorously, as if to express his heartfelt congratulations, but the old butler's mouth was bitter, and he did not know what to say to the old fellow. Are there only three gladiators from the "Kishishiwa no Ao" team who have died? No, not really.

In the audience, Adjani bit her lip and looked at the back of the barbarian, this was the first time, facing Zal's victory, but there was no taste of happiness in her heart. Cadius sighed softly, the most disappointing thing for a warrior is not to die on the battlefield or to be defeated, but to still have ambition, but to be old......

On the sidelines, the mage and the hunter had already stood up, their faces did not have the slightest sadness or regret for losing the game, they just greeted their companion who was slowly walking towards them with the most peaceful smiles.

"Wait......" A clear voice cut through the silence, it was Zal who was standing in the field.

The audience was stunned, and the barbarian turned his head in confusion, only to see that Zal also took out the nameplate and threw it directly to the ground. "I can't give you a win because it's vital to me. With a "poof", he pinned Sishua to the ground, and the "chaotic power" covering his left arm suddenly dissipated, "However, I can give you a battle without regrets." ”

"I've read about the Eric duel custom in the Academy, 'Law Blade', right?" said Zal as he looked at the violently shaken barbarian, "Come on, finish this fight." In the name of Woldrak, even in the afterglow of life, your courage is worthy of the glory of the heir of the god of war......" (To be continued.) )