Xia Zuo, who was swinging with the wind, suddenly burst out, and his swift movements were like a cheetah that had been lying in wait for a long time for the prey to reveal its flaws......

"Die!!haha!" Lore, who was stumbling, suddenly laughed viciously, and his seemingly tired and weak body unleashed a hot and domineering attack.

Xia Zuo's body is weird, and that awkward feeling makes him do fearless attacks from beginning to end, and if he wants to win, he must attract the opponent to his side.

As long as Xia Zuo approached him, he had absolute confidence, with the strength of his bronze fighter, even after intense attrition, he could easily defeat Xia Zuo of Black Iron, and now this damn stupid orc finally dared to approach him after he leaked fatigue.

Sen Sen's sneer, the raging anger in Lore's chest turned into boundless joy, and immediately, he was able to slash this damn orc who made him lose his glory, and under his powerful attack, the other party could only melt into ashes and dissipate like the ground and stones around him.

Lore was very excited, so excited that he even opened his mouth involuntarily and howled, and the attack with his tired hands waved couldn't help but suddenly speed up by two points.

But when Luo Er saw the smile on Xia Zuo's face, his heart couldn't help but tremble with happiness, and a kind of biological instinct was very bad, very bad, as if he was the prey of the lowly orc in front of him.

It was easy to block Xia Zuo's deadly hand knife, which made the uneasiness in Luoer's heart dissipate slightly, and sure enough, the attack of the Black Iron Fighter was so weak. The palm that can't even make his block tremble!

How could such an opponent be afraid? For a moment, Lore was ashamed and ridiculous of the uneasiness that had just flashed in his heart.

Lore was laughing secretly, Xia Zuo was also sneering in his heart, between the lightning and flint, at the moment when Xia Zuo's hand knife was blocked by Lore, a knee hit, a knee collision containing Xia Zuo's terrifying beast-like strange power and surging fighting spirit, lightning slashed, not giving Lore any time to react at all, the knee that was harder than steel carried the strange force of forged steel and broken iron, and slammed into the soft thing under Lore's crotch.

From the very beginning, this was the target of Xia Zuo's attack. Lore has the formidable physique of a bronze fighter. Even if it was just a new bronze, it was not something that Xia Zuo could easily injure, and even if the hand knife hit the throat, it could only make Luo Er feel a burst of pain, but it was not enough to be fatal.

But here. This mass is soft and hard. Any strong and resilient male can't help but cry wolf at the slightest impact. With Xia Zuo's lightning-fast knee, that mass also twisted upwards with Xia Zuo's knee, although it was a strong physique under the protection of Dou Qi. It won't shatter, but Xia Zuo's blow is definitely not light.

Lore is an orthodox knight, whether he has the character of a knight or not, he has received the most orthodox knightly education since he was a child, and no knight, their arrogance, their glory, will make such an attack, and they have never even expected to encounter such an attack, so that they have no defense against Xia Zuo's sudden knee.

Lore's face suddenly turned pale, almost blue, and then quickly rose a red like coals, and his eyes involuntarily welled up with tears, and he opened his mouth wide to relieve the pain by shouting, but he couldn't make the slightest sound, just gasped dryly.

The bloodshot eyes bulged out almost out of their sockets, and large beads of sweat mixed with tears in their eyes turned into streams flowing down their twisted features.

"Ah" couldn't help but kneel on his knees, Lore held his crotch with both hands, his wide open mouth almost grinned to the limit of his mouth, his body convulsed violently, and his cold mouth finally let out a heart-rending wail that broke through the sky,

Everything was only in the lightning, and the nobles at the spectator table didn't see what Xia Zuo did at all, all they knew was that a dodging Xia Zuo suddenly attacked, and the brave and fearless knight of Lore fell to his knees by Xia Zuo's blow, pulling his throat like a little girl who was being raped by a thousand big men, crying hysterically.

The heart-rending cry made it impossible to imagine what kind of pain could make a noble knight cry out so heartbreakingly.

"How is this possible! how is this possible!" the nobles in the spectator table also roared hysterically, and the sudden change in the field made everyone's faces suddenly ugly except for Sidwar and Mira, and their faces were as white as white paper.

"You lowly orc! your filthy blood is dirtier than those damn goblins!"

Even after suffering such a heavy blow, after a short heart-rending howl, he forcibly closed the sharp pain of the tearing of his lower body with his fighting spirit, and the hoarse and chapped throat cursed viciously.

He wanted to stand up again, but Xia Zuo obviously wouldn't give him this chance, and flew up with a kick that hit Luo'er's distorted face, although he was protected by a strong fighting spirit, but Luo'er's handsome face was still an inch-tall purple bruise, and the terrifying foot force kicked Luo'er almost flat on the viewing platform.

The body was still spinning in the air, and Xia Zuo had already leapt up, carrying a terrible howl that tore through the air with one leg, like a huge battle axe smashing straight down, just hitting the dizzy Luo'er in the lower abdomen.

The armor cloth near the lower abdomen instantly shattered into countless powders and dissipated, just like when they were in the auction hall three days ago, their bloodshot eyes bulged, and their prawn-like bodies fell rapidly from the air to the ground, hitting the ground without the slightest slowness, stirring up dust in the sky.

"Good!" a person's cheers, excited applause, not too loud, in this gladiatorial arena silent moment suddenly remembered, obviously particularly loud and piercing.

After Lo'er revealed his strength as a bronze fighter, the crowd of bets flocked, no one would have thought of this result, a bronze fighter was beaten by a black iron fighter, even if the other party was a black iron fighter of the Kampas, this scene was crazy to make people think they were in a dream.

It is different from Mira's smiling expression when she knew this. Sidwar was very excited, his blood was surging with excitement, his face was flushed, and before Xia Zuo fought back, he was worried about how to repay this huge amount of money, and at the same time he was thinking about how to explain it to the family.

And now that the situation has reversed, watching Xia Zuo step heavily from the air into the dust splashed on the ground by Luo'er falling to the ground, the entire gladiatorial arena trembled violently under Xia Zuo's feet.

There was a constant screeching sound of stomping on his body in the dust, and the terrible screams of Lore's hoarse voice.

The dry earth that had been scorched by the holy flames was as dusty as a dense fog under Xia Zuo's constant trampling. Although I can't see it clearly. But the earth shook violently, and the people on the spectator platform could not stand at all under the sway of this distance.

For ten minutes, the violent explosion of trampling and the increasingly hoarse and low screams lasted for ten minutes. It stopped suddenly. The nobles who finally retreated from the violent shaking like an earthquake. Lying anxiously on the edge of the fence, he leaned out half of his body and looked into the field with round eyes.

As the dust settled, a pair of eyes anxiously stared at the figure that gradually became clear in the dust. From time to time, he wiped the tense sweat on his forehead with his sleeves, and when Xia Zuo's sneering face appeared, except for the smug applause, all the rest of the people turned gray in an instant.

There was only one standing figure in the field, and the end of the duel was self-evident, and under Xia Zuo's iron-clad cowhide boots, he stepped on the ragged and bloody Lore.

The ice-blue eyes turned white without a god, the face that was crushed to the ground, the handsome outline could no longer be seen, the sticky blood mixed with saliva and tears, mixed with the dirt under the face condensed into a large pool of black and gray sticky objects, and the messy exhalation on the face, obviously had entered a semi-comatose state.

Xia Zuo's feet stomped on Lore's spine, and the vigorous crushing made Lore's bloody face stick to the ground, as long as Xia Zuo made another effort, he could completely solve this knight of the Holy See.

But Xia Zuo didn't do this, although Lore fell into a semi-comatose state, the bare arm covered with flesh and dirt was still waving up and down weakly and subconsciously, and a piece of silk white cloth torn from nowhere was still between his trembling middle and index fingers.

The knight's duel is allowed to surrender, when one side is defeated, he can wave a white handkerchief to show that he admits defeat, and rises and falls to the strong, as the victor side generally leaves this humble life that gives him honor, in order to show his generosity.

Of course, as the surrendering party, he will lose all his glory and reputation, status, which is undoubtedly more painful for the knights who value honor as their lives, than killing them, all although this decree exists, most of the knights would rather die heroically than be humiliated in the eyes of all the contempt.

"Coward"

"Shame on you, Holy See"

"Kill him, he doesn't deserve to be a knight at all"

Suddenly, I don't know who shouted, and suddenly the roars in the stands set off a monstrous wave, not only offending the Savani family, but also the nobles who lost a lot of gold coins, roaring angrily, their faces were red as if they were smeared with fresh chicken blood, and they roared and shouted angrily, throwing everything they could throw down the field.

Some were angrily scolding the victorious Xia Zuo, but more people were denouncing this waste of the Holy See, a bronze waste defeated by the Black Iron Warrior, a shame for all the knights, and they shouted for Xia Zuo to kill him, but Xia Zuo did not move.

With his arms outstretched, Xia Zuo's arrogant smile was like a cheer in the air, but in the end, Xia Zuo still didn't kill Lore and took his foot away from Lore's spine.

Of course, Xia Zuo will never leave Lore's life because of the so-called decree, if Xia Zuo is bent on killing Lore, even if the Golden Fighter comes to the rescue, he will kill people and run.

And the reason for this decision

Looking at Lohr, who was completely unconscious on the ground, a faint sneer appeared on the corner of Xia Zuo's mouth, this knight from the Holy See still has a lot of surplus value that can be used, and it is really a pity to kill him like this. (To be continued......) u