As soon as Zal's words fell, a burst of whispers spread through the audience. Many were asking each other about the meaning of the "blade of the law," but many more shook their heads a little blankly.

Glancing at each other, Grohl and Gavira both saw puzzled expressions in each other's eyes. For the young Wood Elves and the orcs from Zangattar, the barbarian duel customs were all too unfamiliar.

On the edge of the pergola on the other side of the gladiatorial arena, Adjani and Leila clenched their palms and turned their inquiring gaze to the half-elf with a solemn face. "Do you know what 'Law Blade' means, Mr. Cadius?" the girl asked, a little nervously.

The half-elf opened its mouth, seeming to hesitate. "I wish I didn't know......," he exhaled softly, "Generally speaking, there are two ways for the Erics to resolve their internal disputes. One is to give the final arbitration to the council of elders within the clan, and the other through a fair duel. ”

Cadius said, pausing. "I don't know where Zar knew about the 'Law Blade', but it's one of the oldest duels of the Erics. He frowned and said, "A knife field, two people, a few feet square. Relying only on the strength of the upper limbs, the forefeet are against each other, and they cannot retreat until one side falls......"

Adjani looked at the half-elf in shock. "So, what about the losing side?"

"Falling in the knife field outside the clearing, it can be serious injuries or death on the spot. "In the land of the barbarians, duel is the most sacred form of fighting," he replied dryly, "and even the gods of Elolin have no right to interfere with ......," he said, as if not wanting to worry the girl too much, and added, "Don't worry." The conditions here do not allow it, and there should be no human life. ”

Before Adjani could speak, Laila next to her hurriedly dragged her twice. "Miss, look, look!" she said, pointing to the field.

Turning her head, Adjani's gaze fell back on Zal. She suddenly took a breath of cold air and pressed her palm to her lips under the veil, stopping the exclamation that had not yet welled up between her lips and teeth. The thousands of spectators in the audience let out a stunned or frightened sigh in unison.

I saw that Zhal, who was standing in the field, tore off the tattered scale armor and threw it aside. In the pale sunlight, criss-crossed scars mixed with the blood of the battle he had just fought all over his upper body. Some of the scars were dark red, apparently just healed, and some were sinking downward. Throughout the spine. No one can imagine what this body has gone through, leaving this thrilling imprint.

"Zal, he ......" Adjani's voice trembled slightly, and she couldn't say any more.

"That's one of the costs of getting stronger. Cadius whispered. It's been four years, and no one knows better than the half-elves what Zar's life is really like. Fighting, endless battles, countless struggles on the line of death, countless times huddled in their own huts. Licking the wounds on his body by the moonlight.

From an incomparably young academy fighting rookie to a top gladiator who is famous in Yuntai today. The half-elf didn't dare to recall what a thorny road he had brought to this young man when he said "Didn't you say you want to become stronger?" However, he still walked down, even though he was covered with scars, but he still walked down tenaciously.

Get stronger. It's never just talk, and scars, whether in the flesh or in the depths of the soul, are just one of the most common of all the costs paid.

On the battlefield. The barbarian's gaze at Zal was incomparably complicated, as if there was some consternation, some gratitude, and something indescribable. Eventually, his eyes closed, and when he opened them again, only the rekindled battle intent remained, stronger than before.

"Lawblade...... The barbarian dragged his heavy sword to the ground and walked back step by step, finally stopping in front of Zal. "You don't have to, Zal, you really don't have to ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Zar said, "No next time, my friend," Zar smiled, "When I become a champion and leave here, no one will fight you again." ”

The barbarian was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing. "Good ——!" he shouted, picked up the heavy sword and slashed it down, and after a "poof" sound, a deep sword mark was drawn on the ground. Then he took two steps back, and with another blow, two sword marks crossed between him and Zal.

"You are my friend, there is no strife here, and there is no need to pay for your life. The barbarian slashed his sword and stabbed it into the ground beside him with a "boom". "Come in, Zal, just for a fight, until you fall. As he spoke, he walked between the two lines, stepped on the midpoint, and stepped on the midpoint.

Zal also walked in, the inside of their left foot, pressed tightly together. The barbarian then ripped off the headband that bound his long hair, tied one end to his wrist, and handed the other end to Zar.

"Tie your wrists and exert force at the same time, and when the head cord is broken, the fight begins. The barbarian explained.

Zar took the headband and quickly fastened it around his wrist. "Alright. As he spoke, he and the barbarian pulled off their heads at the same time, and after confirming that they were correct, they met each other's gazes.

Under the breath-holding gaze of thousands of spectators, the wrists of the two people in front of them were gently put together.

"World War I......

“...... In the end!"

As soon as the words fell, the left hands of both sides retreated at the same time, and suddenly the straight head rope broke instantly, and the next moment, the whistling fist wind sounded at the same time, and the two fist shadows staggered by!

"Smack——!

The sudden explosion of striking resounded throughout the audience, and the cheeks of the two of them flicked in opposite directions, and two streams of red blood drew an arc on the side of their faces, splashing into the air.

Turning back, Zar gritted his blood-soaked teeth and stared at the barbarian's figure among the flying messes, and struck a right hook. One punch after another, two more muffled sounds, and the barbarian's left fist was whipped into Zal's cheek, and his flanks were twisted and dented by Zal's fist.

Blood gushed out of the barbarian's mouth, and at the moment when he bowed down in pain, a strong force struck, and his jaw suddenly flung upward, and a puff of blood mist rose to the sky! With a wild roar, the barbarian's arm that was swinging to the side quickly swept back and smashed Zal's eyebrow bone! In an instant, the blood flowed, and Zal's body was suddenly shocked, but the soles of the feet of the two sides were like nails into the earth, and they did not move at all!

The next moment, the two people who looked at each other swept out the sky in the space that was extremely close, and the raindrops of fists hit each other's bodies wildly. Blood, sweat, dirt, and the terrifying sound of scalp-tingling blows burst forth, mingling and entanglement, and exploded over the two steely figures leaning forward.

Crimson blood filled their fists, picked up, whistling, turning into red blood shadows, and the scarlet blood beads splattered in all directions, and finally, fell into the dust under their feet. No one retreats, no one gives up, no one dodges, no one defends! Fist to fist, courage to courage, the audience, everyone, dumbfounded, their ears filled with terrifying explosions, their faces are bloodless, and even some people have avoided their gaze and can't bear to look at it anymore.

Four punches in a row, from the lower abdomen to the chest, the barbarian's back was bent in an arc, and a huge force struck, and the fist that hit Zhal's abdomen tangled the internal organs together, and the sharp pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow made him squirt out a mouthful of bloody arrows. The fist shadow was wrong again, and the air-tearing fist wind swept away Zhal's long hair, and with a muffled "snap", Zal's body was crooked to the side with thick blood, and the barbarian's body that was crumbling by the same punch suddenly stretched up the muscle texture like a tear, and he ate the blow hard.

Holding on to his right leg behind him, the soles of Zal's feet made cracks on the ground, stopping him from falling off the sidelines. The moment they twisted their bodies back, their eyes collided violently again! With a wild roar, the barbarian's waist suddenly leaned back, shook his head, and smashed it towards Zal's head!

"Bang ——!"

Blood splattered, and the foreheads of the two slammed together, and the tumbling energy flattened the dust on the ground, rolling in all directions, blowing open a diffuse texture. For a moment, everything froze, and thousands of spectators froze on the spot, staring at the two statue-like figures with round eyes.

Flying dust drifted past them, and one stood with a sword in his eyes, while the other staggered and fell to the ground. The barbarians were defeated, and lay at the feet of Zhar, on the empty battlefield, and after all there was only one man left.

Red blood and dirt hung all over Zal's body, and his body shook as if he was about to fall in the next moment. Wiping the blood from his face vigorously, as the audience watched silently, Zar fell to his knees on one knee, lifted the barbarian's arm, and put it on his shoulder.

With a hoarse roar, Zar carried the barbarian on his back. His body was shaking violently, as if the weight of the other party was overwhelming him. With a "bang", Zal's body shook and he fell to his knees, blood gushing out of the wound, staining the ground under his knees crimson.

There was another low roar, and through the blood-stained hair, Zhal, who was desperately staring ahead, stood up again, walked in the direction of the sidelines, step by step. As he moved, countless spectators stood up from their seats, their eyes twitching, staring at the two figures that had become one.

Blood, flowing from the wound on his forehead, stained Zal's cheeks red, and rolled down his jaw, and the beads of blood rolled down into the yellow sand. Step by step, a firm step slowly forward. He looked down to wipe the blood from the barbarian's arm, revealing the line of writing carved into his skin.

"The war song does not fall, and the veteran does not die...... Man, I'll help you puff up your chest, and I'll carry you on my back and leave this battlefield proudly. Just like you, ...... when you came" (To be continued.) )