If you could fulfill one wish in life, what would you most like to do?

The little man's answer was to break the body of the guy who sold him to be a gladiator and then die; Chris's answer is to become the pinnacle of warriors as soon as possible, and then fight his way home.

One of them wants to die peacefully, and the other wants to live brilliantly.

The mentality is different, and the way of fighting is also different.

The little man, like a mad dog, completely abandoned his defenses, and two daggers poked into the poisonous snake, slashing like a breeze, and beckoning to Chris's vital point. Even if you are injured, you should cut a scar on your opponent's body, and even if you have a knife to cut off your head, you must stab your opponent in the heart with a dagger.

He's fast and his attacks are fierce.

It's a pity that there is little to gain.

The red-haired young man in front of him wasn't much slower.

Although it is still a little slower than him, it can dodge his attacks every time, like a wayward bamboo, bending down when the wind comes, and still standing in the sky after the wind passes.

But no matter how carefully Chris dodged, he didn't change his arms and there were already several bloody scars on his body, and there was almost no chance of attacking, and the sharpest stab only forced the little man back.

It seems that there is no power to parry.

This seemingly precarious situation also caused a burst of exclamations in the audience.

But few people can see that this is actually deliberately done by Chris.

It looks like a terrible wound is actually just a skin injury, and he is adjusting his state.

Just being chased and smashed by a big man with a hammer consumed too much of his energy and mind, and he needed time to recover.

For the little man in front of him, he has several chances to gain an advantage with one sword.

For example, making him unable to hold a dagger in one hand, or making him no longer move flexibly on one leg, etc., achieving such an advantage can be decisive in the outcome of the battle.

But he held back.

Because there are two more people in the venue.

He didn't want to kill the little man and be besieged by two other people.

Although he is very confident in his own strength and still has plenty of physical strength, he can not take risks without taking risks in a life-and-death fight, can he?

The praying mantis had already seen too much of the lessons of the cicada catching yellow finch in the ice fields of the Alps, and he didn't want to be the sad praying mantis.

This mentality hid from the little man, which made his attack more aggressive and showed more flaws.

It also hid from the other two wrestlers.

The two of them had always had their strength in their possession, and now they had no reservations about sending each other into the arms of death.

This mentality hid the pity in the audience, and Lapsey began to lament that the ruby was getting farther and farther away from him.

But he can't hide from Denise, whose eyes have been falling on him.

Vidocq, the only woman, has developed an eye to see through the truth through combat for more than fifty years. At this time, the corners of her mouth curled slightly, and her hands were folded in front of her chest, making the two magnificent ellipsoids wrapped in a piece of animal skin even more towering, "Clever and interesting human boy, it seems that you are qualified to let me pay attention for a little more time." ”

With her experience, it can be seen that Chris has not yet stepped into the peak of the warrior.

But that didn't stop her from admiring the redhead kid.

The person who has the last laugh in the life-and-death struggle is not necessarily the highest, but he must be able to use tactics flexibly.

Chris, who was in the gladiatorial arena, didn't know the evaluation of the person he belonged to now, and he didn't care about it.

At this moment, another scar was added to his back, not deep, but ten centimeters long, and although he tried to clamp his muscles so that there was less blood, it was enough to make him feel that he could not delay any longer.

Even a strong dragon will die if it has too much blood.

He didn't want to make it happen, and he contributed his head to the stone carving.

Thankfully, he didn't need to be patient.

With a cross-cutting sword, he opened the dagger that the little man had smeared towards his neck, and with a flip of his wrist, the long knife made a half-arc, and slashed up the small man's waist. The knife was so fast that even the wind didn't have time to whistle, and if the little man didn't dodge, it would definitely be the result of a liver flowing all over the ground.

The little man dodged.

His other dagger slashed Chris's waist and eye, and the injury wasn't fatal.

He wants life for life, not life for injury.

"This red-haired kid is also going to fight hard, hehe, let's see death together next time we attack!"

His face was full of hideousness, and he silently calculated.

It's a pity he didn't have a chance.

Suddenly, a sword flew into the sky, stepping on the breeze without moving, and directly pierced the little man's heart.

The tip of the sword enters from behind and protrudes from the chest.

A lot of blood gushed out of the little man's mouth, and the red and white blood foam refracted the color of the sun, and the time was rushed.

He tried to turn his head to look back, wondering who had ended his life in a hurry.

The sword was drawn at once, and the little man lay on the ground, his eyes still open, but he was no longer breathless.

The figure of the double swordsman was revealed, and he flicked the blood beads from his sword to the ground, and his eyes fell on Chris as cold as ice.

It turned out that the other two people had already decided the winner.

The guy with the axe and mace was already lying in a pool of blood, his head and body a little apart, no wonder there were no screams.

However, the twin swordsmen seem to have been injured as well.

A jet-black patch on his left arm was glaring, and the sword in his left hand trembled slightly, presumably swept by a hammer.

Chris had always thought that the guy with the axe and mace would be the one with the last laugh, so when the Twin Fencers crossed the two swords over their chests, he also lifted his long knife and held it diagonally to his right side with both hands.

This is the starting posture he stole from the Naga tribe, and it is also the posture of defending more than attacking against opponents who are stronger than himself.

Because he already has a new understanding of the strength of the double swordsman.

For example, the sword that the double swordsman stabbed the little man to death from behind just now was too fast, and he was not sure to dodge it.

Of course, he didn't feel that the Twin Swordmen had helped him.

If it were him to sneak attack, he would also choose to stab the little man first.

It's like if a lion sees two male wolves fighting for his life, the lion must bite the strongest one first, and the weak one will be cleaned up easily.

Chris's tactics of showing weakness all the time worked.

The time has come to fight hard.

"Damn it!"

The human nobles in the stands cursed and smashed the table in front of them with a single punch.

He was the owner of the little man, and the Twin Swordsmen ruined his hopes at once, leaving him with countless glittering gold coins. The gladiator who won the finale battle, his owner could get a third of the profits from today's earnings of the gladiatorial arena. The rules were the same throughout Sin City, as they were paid for spending a lot of gold to select gladiators.

"Damn stupid!"

Another Vidocq smashed the table as well.

He is the owner of the Twin Swordsmen, and he has long seen that Chris is showing weakness.

Denise, who was sitting on the other side, laughed, her eyes slightly provocatively skimmed, and she gave a contemptuous smile, and her expression was not ordinary arrogance.

"Stinky! Sooner or later, one day will push you to the ground and ride for three days and three nights..."

The male Vidocq turned his head and muttered in his heart.

He couldn't afford to provoke this woman who was very strong and higher than himself, and had the ambition to gather many followers, so there was no need to make himself unhappy.

Denise doesn't have time to deal with the filthy hearts of her kind.

The corners of her mouth curled higher.

The success of Chris's weak tactics made her feel that she had a good eye and enjoyed a chic and enjoyable killing feast.

"Lapsey, this human kid is in your house."

She instructed her servants, "Treat him well as if he were your father." If he's missing a hair, I'll feed your whole family to the beast!" ”

"Yes, great master!"

Startled, Lapsey hurriedly replied. "Your humble servant will carry out your will perfectly."

He knew that this hostess with savage blood was not intimidating.

Not to mention feeding his whole family to the beast, even if her own child annoys her, she will take the child to feed the beast!

However, Lapsey reacted immediately, his beard and eyebrows were all squeezed together, and he muttered in his heart: "Huh? Isn't there also a double swordsman on the field? It's not over yet, how can it be arranged... Isn't it—" his eyebrows furrowed into the wind, "Oh, the merciful God of Light! Did the ginger win? My rubies! Ten pieces! ”

His eyes were as bright as stars and as hot as flames, and he clung to Chris: "Praise you! Cute, charming, pretty, strong redhead kid! ”

Is Chris going to win?

Vidocq above the stands has already made his judgment.

I can win.

He himself made a judgment, and dragged his long knife with both hands and slashed sideways, cutting off the pity of the sun and the coolness of the autumn wind.

The two men had been fighting for less than a minute, and he was the first to attack.

Because a detail was discovered.

His opponent's chest heaved a little as he breathed.

This also means that in the previous battle, the Twin Swordmen were consumed a lot of physical and mental strength.

So, of course, take advantage of your illness to kill you!