The tactic of exchanging injuries for points succeeded, and Paul's chest flashed with orange.

Chris was about to take advantage of the victory to chase down the game, but he didn't expect Paul to do the trick, so he hugged Chris and smashed a headhammer into his helmet, while not forgetting to avoid the scoring point on his head.

Chris's helmet also flashed with yellow light, and this round, the two men were tied again.

The overly brutal style of play caused the physical strength of the two people to drop rapidly, and after losing their weapons, the attack strength was also greatly reduced, and the same attack required at least 4-5 times to make the scoring point turn green.

Chris was dizzy from Paul's headhammer, and his head rang out, and everything in his sight was white on a black background, like the negative of a photograph.

But his excellent fighting sense made him not choose to defend, but continued to lean into Paul's arms, so that the opponent had no room to attack for a while.

The audience saw that in the arena, two big men in steel armor hugged each other tightly, their heads were close to their heads, their necks were squeezed by their necks, and their bodies were even more entangled, more enthusiastic than couples in love, and they all clamoured.

Neither of the two beasts could help the red-eyed beasts, and finally fell to the ground together, tearing and starting to roll.

Their fights began to get ugly, punching and kicking, although it became very slow, but it seemed to use all the strength of the whole body, as if there was a deep hatred between them.

Chris half-knelt up, gritted his teeth and clasped Paul's arm, crushing him to the ground.

Paul took the opportunity to kick Chris's ankle, causing him to lose his center of gravity and fall into the dirt again.

Chris slammed an elbow into Paul's head, and Paul returned a knee that suffocated his chest.

For five minutes, neither of them had a chance to stand up, hurting each other in the most primitive way, and they were bruised all over their bodies.

By the time they had exhausted their strength, gasping for heavy breath, and tangled with each other to their feet, almost all of the points on their bodies flashed yellow or orange.

Some female viewers who couldn't bear it cried and shouted, "Stop fighting!", only to get strange eyes from the people around them.

The two of them no longer have extra strength, and they still rely on the support of each other to keep them from falling.

"Hey," Chris suddenly laughed inexplicably, only to get Paul a weak "bastard".

In the final blow, both of them tacitly chose the most primitive and direct fist.

In the cheering and cheering of the audience, each hit each other's chests, and had no strength to dodge, so they could only hope that they would be faster and the strength of their fists would be greater.

"Bang"

The two dull blows came together, and only one sound could be heard, and Chris and Paul fell backwards at the same time, and fell into the dirt at the same time.

In the eyes of the referee and the audience, the chests of both men turned green at the same time, and without the slow-motion replay, it was difficult to tell who was faster with the naked eye.

Although they did not score four points, both of them had lost their combat effectiveness, and after the consensus of the referee team, it was decided that both of them would be killed and the fight was tied.

It wasn't until half an hour later that Chris moved his fingers vigorously, and he looked at the blue sky, smelling the damp and slightly fishy earthy smell around him, and laughed quietly again.

Soon, Paul laughed too, and the laughter between the two of them grew louder and louder, but it sounded hearty.

Paul pulled Chris up, and the two of them held each other and came to the audience together amid the warm applause of the audience.

"In two days I'll go to Villadi City to see Aunt Avril before I go home. The cinnamon pie she made was so delicious that my mom couldn't make it taste like that. Chris put his arm around Paul's shoulder and said with emotion.

Paul made a welcoming gesture: "Well, by the way, explain to her why you have to shave your head, you know that since you were a child, she liked your pink hair the most, and she bought you a headband." Hahahaha. ”

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Not to mention the two world friends who are off the field catching up, almost all the games on the field are coming to an end at this time.

And Chuck's match with Elton was the first to decide the winner.

In the opening stages, Chuck fell into passivity as never before.

As the tournament progressed, his strengths and weaknesses were all exposed to the public, and all the players were repeatedly studied.

It was this that Earton was able to take advantage of this and was able to gain the upper hand by surprise.

But soon Chuck changed his tactics and gave up the idea of using speed to fight fast, after all, Longbow is really not good at fast attack.

And Elton, the champion of the archery competition, is also outstanding, completely different from those previous opponents.

Elton always cruising between 130 and 150 meters, using his faster and more agile speed to interfere with Chuck's aiming, while firing arrows at a rate of one arrow per second.

It might have been more advantageous to get closer, but the shooter's pride disdained him to do so.

Being able to beat his opponents within the best range is how he proves himself.

Chuck's response was simple, but hard to do.

I saw that he used the fingers of his right hand to pick up two wooden arrows at one time and put them on the string at the same time.

The huge longbow was almost pulled into the shape of a full moon by him, and with a crackling explosion, two gray shadows flew forward and backward towards Elton's body.

Elton certainly saw Chuck's movements, and sharp eyesight is essential for a good shooter, but he didn't know what to choose.

The longbow's strange path makes it difficult to accurately predict where it will land, because it flies at a higher altitude, the angle of its fall is larger, and the dazzling sunlight above makes it difficult to trace the arrows flying in the air in a white light.

This also makes it difficult for the kind of drama of two arrows shooting at each other and colliding with each other in the air to appear in this arena, because each other's movement trajectories are completely different.

Now that two completely different curves enveloped him, which direction to dodge was a multiple-choice question before Elton.

In the end, Elton chose to retreat two meters, because he had dodged forward before, and according to the inertia of his thinking, this time Chuck's second arrow was likely to land earlier.

As soon as he stood still, he heard a shrill whistling overhead, the sound of sharp arrows tearing through the air.

The cold hairs on Elton's body stood up, and he subconsciously rolled to the left, and the first gray shadow brushed his body and stuck to the ground, the upper half of the arrow body burrowed deep into the dirt, and the tail feathers exposed in the air were still trembling violently.

It's terrible power, it's terrible speed.

Before he could stand up and look for the second arrow, he felt a jolt in his thigh, followed by a sharp pain.

The archer's armor was much more rudimentary than that of the other competitors, making it easier to move and shoot, but the sheer power of the longbow also made him feel the pain of the marrow.

The arrows of the longbow were thicker, longer, and heavier, each approaching a meter six and weighing up to a catty.

Nearly 60 degrees under the acceleration of gravity, it smashed into his leg like being hit by a stone hammer.

Even with the protection of armor, he could only jump around with a limp for the next three minutes, and the accuracy and speed of his archery were seriously disturbed.

What a terrible shooter, with such an accurate grasp of people's hearts.

He had no doubt that if he had not been protected by armor, if he had replaced it with a real arrow, his leg would have been pierced by the huge momentum of the arrow, and if it was a real iron arrow, then this thigh would have been torn into two pieces.

"It's a pity!" Chuck in the distance thought silently in his heart, if it hit the opponent's arm, then the game could already be declared to be over early.

Two arrows at a time, each time the bow is full, for him who has not yet awakened, the burden is too great, he can only shoot ten times at most, otherwise his arms will lose his strength, and his hands will be stiff and numb in a few days, and it is impossible to predict so accurately every time.

As for shooting the opponent's bowstring at this distance, what are you kidding, he is not an elven archer in the group.

But Chuck relied on these amazing two arrows to make the audience burst into thunderous applause and applause, and at the same time resolved his own crisis and occupied the initiative on the field for the first time.

Even Crown Prince Gulliver and Deputy Defense Minister Reginor Rossi in the VIP seat specifically asked for his name.

As a result of his injuries, Elton didn't have a single accurate shot, allowing Chuck to calmly vent his fire on him within three minutes.

The second arrow, Chuck did not predict accurately, and the two arrows landed on either side of Elton, one after the other.

In the third arrow, an arrow grazed Elton's helmet and flew out.

The fourth and fifth arrows still missed.

The sixth arrow hit Elton's left shoulder, causing his upper body to tingle.

Therefore, he simply gave up the attack and moved with all his might, using his speed to delay time and recover the soreness on his leg as soon as possible.

He knew that in fact, he had already been defeated, and from the moment he shot from the arrow, he would be defeated.

But as a captain, he can't admit defeat cleanly, as in fairy tales, and his brothers are still fighting.

He's waiting, and Chuck is waiting, to see if Chuck runs out of energy first, or if he's shot first.

Chuck's fingers were already hot, and there was a feeling of weakness in the back of his shoulder, but he still shot the seventh and eighth arrows with a blank face.

Perhaps it was the favor of Gaia, the mother goddess of the earth, that when Chuck fired the eighth arrow, Elton staggered forward to dodge and close the distance between them, increasing the arc of Chuck's arrow.

But he didn't notice that a thick arrow was sticking in the dirt under his feet.

Under normal conditions, it would be impossible for him to trip over a wooden arrow, but at this time, he only paid attention to the trajectory in the air, but he fell to the ground with garlic under his feet.

Chuck's eighth arrow hit his injured leg again, only this time in the knee.

The pain was more intense again, and Elton temporarily lost the ability to move.

Chuck didn't miss this opportunity, bent his bow and arrows, and roared out, and the two arrows of the ninth arrow were accurately controlled by him within a range of less than half a meter.

One of them hit the scoring point of Ayrton's left arm, and it flashed green, and the first point was obtained.