Click!

Abelardo, who fell to the ground, grabbed the blade that Lothar stabbed down with both hands.

The armor of the chainmail glove, the blade of Lothar's armed sword, jammed between it, and could not be entered.

"Good, good, you managed to me off!"

The spectators in the stands thought that the situation was about to be reversed and that Lothar was about to turn defeat into victory.

Abelardo swooped out, his muscles bulging and becoming as hard as granite, and he knocked Lothar out of him.

He immediately got up, trying to retrieve the half-sword he had stuck in the mud.

But Lothar could have given him this opportunity, and his strong physical strength caused him to quickly get up from the ground and slammed into the side, knocking Abelardo to the side.

His hands gripped the hilt and tip of his armed sword, intending to pierce the gap between Abelardo's barrel helmet.

But the man's movements were quicker, his arms were folded in front of his chest, and after reaching the sword, he twisted his hands and grasped the blade of Lothar's sword, twisting it in two.

"Get out of here!"

A hoarse roar erupted from his mouth.

Bang –

Lothar was kicked out by Abelardo again.

Both of them were now bare-handed.

The sound of breathing under the barrel helmet was like bellows.

Lothar noticed that Abelardo had become taller than before.

The originally loose burqa was now propped up, and he was a little bent at the waist, still looking like a little giant.

"What the hell are you?"

Lothar's tone was a little solemn.

Abelardo sneered, "Guess what. ”

The hustle and bustle of the outside world made the conversation on the field not heard by others.

Lothar didn't raise his arms and exclaimed, revealing the idea of the other party's true body, just a glimpse of it, and he couldn't be sure what kind of monster the other party really was.

Even if he was 100% sure that the other party was not a normal human, but there was no evidence, he couldn't help Abelardo, but instead set off himself like a clown.

What's more, now that the field is so chaotic, even if he shouts, others can't hear it clearly.

"What if I throw in the towel?"

Abelardo chuckled, "It's too late. You won't have this chance, as long as you dare to raise your hand and make a move, I will kill you immediately! ”

Raise your hand to admit defeat.

This is a simple action in normal times.

But in the face of an opponent like Abelardo, it is tantamount to taking the initiative to expose the flaws, and at that time, Abelardo can kill himself, and he can also shirk the conditioned reflex and subconscious behavior.

In the martial arts arena, life and death are fateful, and no one will blame him for this.

"That's terrible."

Lothar's mouth was perfunctory, but the next moment, his body suddenly loosened like a taut bowstring, and rushed directly towards the half-sword in Ahuila's hand.

"This cunning little."

Abelardo cursed in his heart and pounced, the heavy iron armor not affecting his agility in the slightest.

Just as Lothar was about to grasp the hilt of his half-sword, Abelardo grabbed him directly by the calf, staggering him to the ground.

When Lothar fell to the ground, he directly raised his fist and slammed it into Lothar's leg, and the intense pain instantly occupied Lothar's entire mind.

He gritted his teeth and held back from shouting.

When he kicked the opponent on the top of the head and kicked him away, Lothar also managed to get his half-sword, but Abelardo was obviously not panicked at all.

He stood opposite Lothar and said in a light tone: "Crippled leg, how are you going to fight me next?" ”

"Huh."

A wry smile appeared on Lothar's face.

He held his half-sword on the broken leg.

Then he looked at Prajna on the sidelines.

"This time, my little fate is tied to you, Prajna."

He muttered silently.

If he had known that Abelardo had such terrifying power, he wouldn't have fought hard at all.

Left and right is nothing more than the title of a champion knight and a sum of money... He had no intention of becoming a vassal under Count Leopold.

Just when Abelardo thought Lothar was distracted and was about to go around his back and attack.

Praruo, who was fighting outside the fence, looked like she was covered with frost, and the people around her subconsciously moved away from her, separated by more than ten meters.

In Lothar's ears, the system prompt sounded like a heavenly sound.

Your affinity with the Legendary has increased from Prajna to Friendship.

Unlocks the first Bond Shared Talent: Solid Stone (For the next 3 seconds, immunity to all physical damage.) ）

You will share it with your servant: Prajna is a gift of his own.

Since you only have one talent, the talent defaults to: Two Lives as a Human (you who fuse two souls, you are born with twice as much mental power as ordinary people, and the upper limit of spiritual power is permanently +5).

Lothar didn't pay attention to the system's prompt tone anymore, and decisively chose to turn on the "Solid Stone" talent.

Abelardo's heavy punch smashed into Lothar's body, but it didn't cause him any pain, he just stumbled his body by the huge force, and then stood firm again.

"Fall for me!"

Abelardo lunged up, knocking his half-sword far away, knocking Lothar to the ground.

Bang bang bang –

The sound of an iron fist smashing on his body was endless.

Lothar seemed to have completely lost the ability to resist, allowing Abelardo's powerful iron fist to continue to smash down on him.

Some of the ladies in the stands were flushed and excited, but more of them hurriedly covered their faces and made unbearable expressions.

"Abelardo is so strong, I just don't know if he has the ability to do this in bed?"

"That knight named Lothar is also very powerful, but unfortunately, Abelardo is stronger."

"Heavenly Father is on top, it is too cruel, I can't imagine that the well-mannered Knight of Abelardo can be so cruel on the battlefield."

Suddenly, Abelardo's body froze.

I saw a broken sword tip in Lothar's hand, which he held in his hand, and pierced it from behind into the chain mail neck guard that was stretched thin because of his lowered head.

"Oh my God, what did he do?"

"It's the tip of his armed sword, when did he hold it in his hand?"

"This is an act of dishonor, he actually killed Abelardo by trickery!"

In the stands, people were clamoring.

Poof.

Lothar tossed the heavy man to the ground.

He could feel that Abelardo's bulging body, as if it was leaking, was rapidly becoming shriveled.

"Hehe..."

A horrible laugh that tingled the scalp rang out.

Between the gaps in Abelardo's helmet, a large cloud of jet-black blood foamed out.

Abelardo's intermittent weak voice rang out: "It turns out that you are not fucking human. You wait, sooner or later, you'll be like me. ”

"Heavenly Father does not care for people like us."

Lothar ignored the argument ringing in her ears.

He looked at Prajna not far away, and the eyes above the veil were still as cold as the moon.

It seems that he has never been worried about his safety from the beginning to the end.

Click-

Lothar lifted the visor under Abelardo's helmet, revealing a terrifying wolf-like head covered in gray hair.

The noise in the stands was sluggish.

This was followed by an even louder chatter.

"Oh my God, Abelardo... Is that Abelardo? ”

"Heavenly Father above, what have I just seen? Abelardo's head is a wolf's head! ”

"It turns out that Abelardo turned out to be an evil werewolf, and none of us actually found out, no wonder he has so much physical strength!"

"This Lothar actually killed a werewolf, this is a legendary monster!"

Count Leopold looked at the witch advisor beside him, his expression a little doubtful and puzzled.

The red-robed witch smiled, "Abelardo is indeed a werewolf, but the blood on his body is not strong, and there is no grievance entanglement, which proves that he is not an indiscriminate murderer. ”

Leopold was a little annoyed, "Why didn't you tell me in advance?" ”

The smile on the face of the red-robed witch was still the same: "Why did you tell you?" Is there any harm to you in recruiting a powerful werewolf as one of your men? ”

Leopold was silent.

No one noticed this brief conversation.

At this time, on the martial arts arena, the terrifying noise was almost overwhelming.

The focus of their discussion, Lothar, stumbled and fell to the ground, exhausted by the fierce battle with Abelardo.

...

Evening.

In the bathhouse of Lienz.

Lothar let his body float on the water, and his recovery speed was very fast, exceeding ten points of physical strength, making his endurance far beyond ordinary people.

Most of the bruises on his body have disappeared.

Even the bruises on the most severe calves were no longer so noticeable at this point.

Fortunately, he also wore chain mail leggings on his calves, and if it was those poor knights who wore leggings, it was estimated that the leg bones would be broken directly.

This bathhouse is said to have been renovated from the ancient imperial era, and it looks extremely empty and atmospheric.

There was incense on the side, and the maid waited respectfully, her graceful figure looming behind the tulle, ready for him to enjoy.

It was once part of the province of Norikum of the Old Empire.

Although the empire is gone, people are still full of longing and yearning for the country buried in the ruins of history.

To this day, the Eastern Empire is still the light of civilization.

Successive lords of Lienz have retained and renovated this bathhouse on this basis.

It's a pity that it has been transformed from a public bath into a lord's private property.

The habit of not bathing in the Middle Ages came after the Black Death was raging, because some priests believed that bathing would open pores and make it easier for viruses to invade.

Until then, people in the Middle Ages were fond of bathhouses as a place for socializing and relaxing.