These muscular men come from a distant land of volcanoes in Metenheim.

It was a former colony of the Barkley Empire, and after Count Metenheim led his troops to gain independence a hundred years ago, it became a famous 'mercenary camp'.

There were a number of mercenaries who came to Pandebeg for a living, and they rarely used bows and crossbows, preferring to fight on foot with two-handed heavy swords.

They don't ride horses, rumored to be because their faces remind them of their yellow-faced women, but in fact they don't know how to ride because of the rugged terrain of Mättenheim that is not suitable for riding horses or forming cavalry regiments.

Due to the volcanoes and iron ore mines in the country, Metenheim's metallurgical skills were quite developed, and the heavy armor and two-handed swords they forged were of the highest quality even in any place.

But in the eyes of the nobles of Pande, the Metenheim were still just a bunch of barbarians - although they were brave and fearless as mercenaries, these tall and rough men on foot did not fit Pande's knightly aesthetics.

Right now, the dozen or so strong men stared at the black-haired young man in front of them in unison, with contempt and mockery in their eyes.

Li Ang is 1.8 meters tall, and this half year of training has given him a strong muscle, and he is already a very good macho man in Pande. But standing in front of this group of strong men, it seems that a small chicken has been mixed next to a group of geese.

"Guys, you're mine now." Li Ang raised the parchment scroll in his hand: "Who is your leader?" ”

The group of strong men was as if they hadn't heard it, and the mockery in their eyes became even more obvious.

"Aha? No one can speak? It seems that you prefer to be slaves rather than real warriors......" Leon didn't plan to talk nonsense, and directly greeted Andrew outside the door: "Let's go, lock the door, go back and find a noble lady to sell them, I think there will be a good price......"

A Metenheim man pushed aside his companion and stepped forward, staring fiercely at Leon.

This man is not very burly compared to the other big men, about 1.9 meters in appearance, which is considered short in stature among the Metenheim.

But the muscles on his body can be called surging, which makes Leon, who was originally considered strong, look thin and weak at this time.

This macho man probably weighed twice as much as Li Ang, but his walking posture did not look bulky, but rather light. Clearly a master of balancing strength and agility well.

"What kind of warrior to be? If we fight as mercenaries, we die without complaint. But if it is to go to the gladiatorial arena to deal with the beasts for the amusement of others, we would rather die. ”

He had a scar on his forehead that slashed diagonally across half of his face. The sound is as harsh as metal friction, but it is extremely clear, which is very suitable for the characteristics of the grassroots captain who often gives orders on the battlefield.

This is clearly the head of this group.

Well, if you can still be reasonable, then it's easy to say. And with a sense of honor, that's even better.

"I bought you, of course, so that you could fight for me as mercenaries. I'll even pay for it - maybe a little less than the market price, of course, until I recoup the cost I paid for you. ”

Leon stared into the man's eyes and said seriously.

Scarface also stared at Li Ang's eyes and listened carefully, and nodded: "Of course you can be a mercenary, as long as you have food to eat, it doesn't matter if you are paid or anything...... But I can no longer let my brothers fall into a mortal battle - I will not let them follow an unworthy coward again. Unless you can prove your abilities, Buckleys. ”

It seems that this group of people once followed an unreliable employer, which led them to this step. And the history of their country has led them to have little affection for the Buckleys.

Leon thought for a moment and looked at the scarface: "Who is the best among you?" We can decide in a fairer way. ”

Scarface remained expressionless: "Fair way? What are you referring to? ”

Li Ang grinned: "Swordsmanship." Let the two-handed swords of your Metenheim people decide, if I win, you follow me and swear allegiance. If I lose, then I'll let you go and set you free, how about that?

Scarface grinned, and the chill in his eyes receded a lot: "Good way...... There are not many mainlanders who can compare with the great swordsman of Metenheim with a two-handed sword......"

Leon turned his head to look at Andrew outside the door: "Do me a favor and find a few two-handed swords." ”

The most important thing in the arena is weapons, although they are all shoddy goods, but most of them are very strong and durable, and they are more than enough for martial arts.

It didn't take long for a few servants to come over with several weapons.

Scarface tossed his hands one by one, chose the right weight, nodded at Leon, and raised his long sword in a swordsman salute: "Great Swordsman of Metenheim, Klose." ”

"Leon, Buckley."

Li Ang didn't pick it, picked up a sword casually, and saluted to signal that he was ready.

In fact, Li Ang was already secretly happy in his heart, this guy is actually a great swordsman, this is a real elite!

The room was large, and the great sword was enough to wield, and a group of people stood in a circle from a distance, leaving the open space in the middle for the two men who were about to compete.

The two stood opposite each other, about five paces apart, and at the same time lowered their center of gravity, holding their swords diagonally to the ground at their sides.

Then he took a step forward at the same time, stuck the distance.

Klose raised his sword and stabbed it tentatively, but Leon didn't blink, let the long sword stab in front of him, and then watched Klose take it back with lightning speed.

This was Klose's trick to attract him to make a move, but Leon didn't take the opportunity to make a move, but firmly stuck his position and moved half a step forward.

He's a lot shorter than his rival and has a shorter reach than Klose, so he'll have to get a little closer.

Klose also took a half step back, an experienced swordsman, and the scar on his forehead that slanted through the door but was not fatal also proved that he was a master of using his physical advantage.

But this retreat, Leon leaned forward extremely suddenly, waved his sword with his backhand to block Klose's block, and then approached directly within one step - this is already a distance that is not suitable for using a big sword, and it is very appropriate to use a dagger.

Klose couldn't pull away any longer, because the two swords were crossing the two of them and wrestling with each other, which happened to be an awkward position where neither of them could use their strength, and whoever retreated would lose the opportunity.

But Leon suddenly leaned sideways and raised his hands, and after a short, but tooth-aching sound of the blade grinding, the hilt of the sword struck Klose's jaw with precision.

It all happened between the lightning and the flint, and Andrew, who was standing a little farther away, didn't even see the movements of the two at all, only to see that as soon as they made contact, Klose was knocked back a few steps.

Klose, who had taken a few steps back and almost fell, regained his footing, rubbing his chin with bared teeth, his face extremely gloomy.