In the blink of an eye, the bear rushed in front of Richard, his arms raised high, and he really slapped it like the palms of a giant bear! It was a blow that could shatter the rock, but it suddenly froze halfway down!

Richard had lifted his right leg and kicked the bear in the abdomen, barely sinking his entire calf into the bear's muscles. No one could see Richard's movements clearly, and by the time they realized that the tide of battle had changed, everything had already happened. After a moment of stalemate, the bear's body began to tremble slightly, and Richard withdrew his right leg and took a step back.

The bear's massive body seemed to have been drained of all its strength, and as soon as Richard's legs were retracted, his knees weakened, and he fell to his knees with a thud, and his hands fell heavily to the ground, barely holding on to the ground. The place where he fell, right in front of Richard, reached out and grabbed his hair and lifted his face up.

Richard waved his hand and gave two resounding slaps.

"You deserve it. Go back to your tribe and drill the women's tent!" Richard whispered.

The battle of the Holy Scriptures, in a sense, is the qualification to drill the mountain and the sea camp.

The brute bear's face turned from blue to white, and then from white to red, and in anger, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out! Defeated in public, and then slapped twice in public, in the eyes of the barbarian warrior who valued glory the most, it was a humiliation that could not be erased for a lifetime. He originally wanted to make Richard unable to hold his head up in front of everyone for eternity, but he didn't expect that this would end up being his end.

Richard had already taken a step to the side, letting go of the brute's blood. The referee's Temple Warrior looked at Richard's eyes with surprise, and even he couldn't see how Richard kicked that kick, let alone understand how the brute bear had no ability to resist after only one kick. He then asked the bear to be dragged off the field and shouted, "Five-nine-six, Zasa is on the field!"

Zasa was a warrior of just two meters, on the thin side of the barbarians who emphasized strength and size, but his bones looked as hard as steel. As soon as he got on the field, he rubbed a black iron fist on his hands, stared at Richard like a wolf, and said, "I don't like you very much! So I'm going to knock you down and slap you again, just like you did to the brute bear!"

Richard looked up at the sky as if he hadn't heard anything, still thinking about it.

Zasa screamed strangely, rushed over like a cheetah, and then his movements instantly stiffened!

Richard withdrew his right leg that had stepped into Zaza's lower abdomen, watched him fall to his knees, then reached out and lifted his head, two more slaps.

The Temple Warrior's eyes turned from surprise to horror, he looked at Richard deeply, and turned his head to call for Forty-Six to play. Forty-six, Gwurum, was a warrior in his early forties, with a strong savage aura, and he carried a black, heavy-handed axe.

Gwurum raised the giant axe in his hand and said, "Draw your sword, I don't want to take advantage of you." ”

Richard finally withdrew his gaze, glanced at the opponent, and said lightly, "No need. ”

Anger ignited in Gwurum's eyes, and he rushed over with a giant axe, but as soon as the giant axe in his hand was about to be cut off, he froze in mid-air like the previous two people, froze for a moment, and then lost his control, and fell to the ground with his hand, the blade of the axe sinking deep into the ground.

As soon as Richard stepped out, he had already stepped back, naturally not being injured by the giant axe.

This time Gurum respected Richard, and Richard respected him, and did nothing more than quietly watch him being carried off the field.

The first day of competition was finally over, and Richard played five games, each time with a single move to solve the opponent.

At nightfall, a blazing bonfire was lit on the platform, and the victors were naturally elated, and the losers were mostly unimpressed. With the combined effect of wine, campfires and girls, the atmosphere soon reached **. The night wind brought some strange noises, and the victors could not wait to burrow into the camp of the girl they liked. They certainly do not suppress their shocks and roars, and the more ferocious and persistent they are, the more they show strength and masculinity.

Richard was alone by the campfire, drinking and eating meat in a daze. His surroundings were quite empty, and no barbarian warrior dared to stay next to him, so naturally there would be no more brainless guys to provoke. In the five battles in the afternoon, Richard had already told the warriors of these tribes not to try to humiliate him, it would only be self-inflicted.

Gesang sat down next to Richard again, handed over a new wine bag, and said, "It turns out that your name is Richard." I didn't expect you to be so powerful, no wonder you don't look down on me. ”

Richard finally glanced up at her and said lightly, "You're not afraid of me?"

"Why should I be afraid of you?"

"You see, no one dares to sit next to me. ”

"Because they don't think you're the same kind of person as them, and besides, I don't want to defeat you. Gesang said.

Richard glanced up at the barbarian warriors in the revelry, and suddenly said, "Is this what a warrior is called? I see only the muscles, but not the minds." Just because they are weak, they have to bear insults and be bullied by the strong, is this the so-called bravery of the barbarians?"

Gesang looked at Richard and said, "You're not a barbarian. ”

"It doesn't matter if it's yes or no. ”

Gesang looked at Richard and said bluntly, "But I just want to invite you to my tent." ”

Richard let out a heavy breath and said, "Sorry, I don't want to go." I hate to drill into the tent. ”

"Me too. Gesang gave Richard a surprising answer.

She looked at Richard and said, "Would you like to hear my story?"

Richard said lightly: "You say, I won't necessarily listen." ”

Gesang ignored Richard's coldness, but spoke to himself.

It was a few years ago, she was still living in a tribe close to the sea, and then she met a young man, a brave man from the Norland continent. The young girl collided with his heart after a chance encounter, a young and proud warrior who had traveled to Calando to hunt a beast of prey, and he was already on his way home when he met the girl. The young brave and the maiden agreed that they would come back to see her, and they hurried away. But at the next hunting festival, a warrior who had won a tribal contest in the whole region returned, and according to tradition, the warrior who brought back the tyrannical dragon head was the hero of the tribe, and on the night of the revelry, he burrowed into Gesang's camp.

At that time, Gesang was still very young and powerless to resist, so he had a painful and long night.

A year later, when the young Norland warrior returned to Calando as promised, he saw Gesang holding a baby. So he went away and never looked back.

From then on, Gesang knew that his fears had become a reality, and that some of the customs that were taken for granted in the tribe were simply not accepted in Norland.

"Very nice story. Are you trying to replace him with me?" asked Richard.

Gesang shook his head and said, "Not being able to be with him, even for one night, is a regret that I have always had. But you're not him, and I don't want to replace him with you. ”

Richard stood up and said, "I'm done with the story, it's time for me to rest." ”

"Wait, Richard!" called out to him, "you may not enter my tent, but there are other victorious warriors today." Will you not let anyone else into my tent?"

Richard looked at Gesang and said, "Then this place, you shouldn't have come at all." ”

"If I don't come, I won't get stronger," Gesang said. ”

Richard didn't speak, turned and went back to his tent, and when Gelsang's eyes flashed with loss, Richard stepped out of the tent again, this time with a knife case. He walked to Gesang's tent, pulled out his elven knife, stuck it into the ground at the door of the tent, and then said, "It's okay," and then ignored Gesang and went back to rest.

The elven long knife flickered with a faint cold light in the night, which made Gesang suddenly feel very stable in her heart, and she went into the camp tent and slept peacefully.

As the night wore on, the noisy people began to feel tired. Many of the winning warriors had a lot of energy, but they were all tired after drilling a few tents in a row. Several warriors walked to Gesang's tent with a drunken body, and one of them said, "I heard that Gesang is a beauty. ”

Another fighter laughed: "It's really beautiful, but it's thorny." ”

The former samurai shouted, "What about the thorns? I've won five games today, but I'm one camp away!

When several people came to Gesang's tent, they all saw long knives stuck in the door of the tent. What this knife meant, they all knew very well.

"Whose sword is this?" the samurai at the head asked in a deep voice, a little unhappy in his voice.

A young man next to him said, "It's Richard's knife, it's the 1098." ”

"Richard?" the samurai at the head sneered a few times, and said, "He's just lucky, he's just running into some rubbish! I'm going to pull out his sword, so what!"

As he spoke, he reached for the hilt of the elven long knife, but just as his fingertips were about to touch the hilt, a cold sensation suddenly appeared behind him, creeping up his back.

From behind him came Richard's faint voice: "If you dare to pull out my knife, I will cut your hand." ”

This sentence was like a piece of ice thrown into a pan of oil, and it instantly ignited all the anger of the samurai! He could no longer heed the danger he felt intuitively, and as soon as he grasped the elven knife, he drew it, and then turned to stare at Richard, his eyes red like an enraged bull!

In the eyes of the samurai, Richard suddenly stepped forward, waved his left hand, and a dazzling red light appeared on his fingertips, which swept over the samurai's shoulder!

Richard's series of movements made everyone see clearly, the rhythm was clear, and it didn't seem to be very fast, but all the barbarian warriors felt that they were in a trance, they clearly saw every movement of Richard, but they couldn't make any reaction, and they couldn't even turn their eyes. The samurai who drew the sword looked at his right hand strangely, wondering why he had been taken away from the sword so lightly.

At this moment, his right arm suddenly detached from his body and fell to the ground without a sound.