"Hey, boy, the arena is not a sand pool, I want to pinch the mud and go back and pinch it. Here, you'll be broken to the bone. ”

"Damn, did you referee take black money? I won't show mercy to let such a kid stand in front of me as a challenger. ”

Zatulivet shouted loudly, and in his eyes, the final challenger was a joke. "A milky hairy child. The Arena Champion scoffed that he hadn't even looked at Boris once.

But Boris didn't care, he came here just to get his muscles active, and he didn't care about the title or the prize money. Staying in the comfort of your home for a long time, you have forgotten the smell of war. Boris longed to go north with Rhodes, but his father's discouragement left him helpless. It coincided with the big athletic tournament held by Tsar Pavel, and it came.

The cries of the civilians gradually stopped, because no one looked favorably on this young man, and no one felt that it was a fair contest. Even the battle-hardened old knight was defeated by Zatulivet, what could a thin young man hope for. Even, some of the spectators in the back row have already begun to leave. Don't want to waste time seeing the King of the Arena smash the boy with one punch.

"Hey, kid, I don't bother with you, if you're interested, go down now, and call me a real opponent. Otherwise, in a moment, you will be like them, walking in and lying down and going out. And I promise I won't be soft, I'll blow up your brother......"

"Let's get started. ”

Boris did not want to listen to the foul words of the so-called champion of the arena, and he, like the old knight, squatted down to pick up the sand, put it in his hand and wiped it evenly, and then pulled out his weapon. This scene surprised Zatulivet, not only Zatulivet, but also the audience. They saw that young Boris was holding only a war hammer, not even a shield, and he didn't even bother to put on a helmet. The short brown hair is neatly groomed, and it looks full of the sunshine and vitality of a young man.

"You're looking for death, hmph, I'm not going to show mercy. ”

Before the referee blew the whistle, Zatuliwit rushed forward with a shout.

He was like a bull, strong and powerful, raising puffs of fine sand as he ran. However, in the face of a strong and powerful opponent like a bull, Boris did not have the slightest timidity and flinched. He adjusted his stance slightly, steadied his position, and dodged sideways moments before his opponent pounced, dodging Zatulivet's beast-like lunge.

Zatulivet's wild attack was in the air, and when he was angry, he suddenly felt an ominous wind coming from the side of his body. In the next second, Boris Boka, who had adjusted his posture, danced his hammer and launched a counterattack like a tiger.

The warhammer swept through the air, whirring loudly, and with a powerful impact, it smashed into the abdomen of Arena Champion Zatulivet. The clash of the steel hammer and the plate armor made a dull loud thud, and this impact, outloud the roar of all the beasts, formed a sound wave that spread throughout the field. Zatulivet, on the other hand, was directly knocked to the ground by a powerful impact. The sturdy full-body plate armor protected him from a blow to his internal organs.

The sudden reversal of the picture made the audience exclaim and sigh. Even Dennis, who has never been interested in arena fighting, took the game seriously. The boy off the field is so young, he should be about the same age as himself, at most not a year or two older than himself, Dennis only wondered, Kislev has such a warrior, and his father Rhodes is somewhat similar......

"Get up, I'm not going to lay a hand on an unprepared warrior. ”

Boris roared as he wielded a war hammer. As the son of Vladimir, Boris received the strictest training from an early age, and chivalry taught him - enough respect must be given to opponents.

Zatuliwett only felt a cramping pain in his abdomen, he had never imagined that such a young boy could have such great strength. And the blow just now also made him full of vigilance against this challenger. Even nervousness. Zatulevit could not judge, could not judge the strength of his opponent by his body and age, this boy named Boris, the ghost knows what kind of power he still has in his body.

Zatulivet adjusted his stance and faced his opponent sideways to reduce the attacking side, and he no longer took it lightly, but went all out.

Immediately after, the young man attacked, and he was as swift as a cheetah, taking three steps and making two steps, and in an instant he rushed in front of Zatulivet. Zatulivet roared and fired back, the two weapons collided violently in mid-air, wiping dazzling sparks, one blow missed, Zatulivet took out his sword with one hand, but was dodged by Boris again, and the blade did not even rub the armor. Taking advantage of the opponent's attack and physical instability, the young Boris swirled the hammer and counterattacked fiercely.

A war hammer like a black rock swept across Zatulivet's cheek, and once again there was a loud roar like a raging wind. By the slightest margin, the former king of the arena might have smashed his helmet with a hammer. Zatuliwit hurriedly stepped back, the short sword in his left hand quickly withdrawn, protecting his body while sweeping towards Boris's cheek. Dotted Library

Boris took a small half step back, and the dagger swept over his forehead, cutting off a few hairs.

The tense fight scene made the crowd's blood boil, and even Dennis couldn't help but sit up and watch this unusual competitive fight off the court, she looked at the boy in the ring, he was so handsome, young but full of manly masculinity. A throbbing that had never felt before passed through the queen's heart, and then it was quickly suppressed again.

She watched him, and Dennis couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as Boris swung his fist and slammed his opponent's helmet.

I saw that on the field, the young Boris quickly beat the opponent back, he knew his strengths and weaknesses, the advantage was that he was flexible, and the disadvantage was that he was really not the opponent of this big man for the time being compared to brute force.

Zatulivet tried to get close to his opponent and hit the hairy boy with his short sword and axe, but Boris was so nimble that he dodged left and right, and the hammer struck his opponent in the head, chest, and leg again and again, and if it weren't for the specially made hard plate armor, Zatulivet would have been bruised and fell to the ground.

Missing the target made Zatulivet even more frantic and irritable. He picked up his axe and attacked with all his might, desperate. Boris kept dropping back, looking for weaknesses and opportunities to counter-attack. Finally, he found his chance.

Just as Zatulivet raised his tomahawk and launched a savage attack, Boris quickly bent sideways, he aimed at his opponent's lower handicap, and before Zatulivet's axe could be chopped, Boris grabbed the hammer and smashed it into his opponent's foot.

A scream of pain echoed through the arena's sand pool, and the burly Zatulivet was half-kneeling, one of his feet smashed by the young challenger. There is no doubt that the soles and toes of the feet, which were not protected by the plate armor, became the main target of Boris's attack, and this hammer is afraid that even the bones have been broken.

Zatulivet's weapon fell to the ground, and he screamed, his eyes full of pain and anger. Obviously, he didn't admit defeat! A child who didn't even have any hair grew up actually defeated him, and he was the champion of the arena......

Boris, who was in danger of victory, was in no hurry to deliver the final blow, and as soon as Zatulivet fell, the match would be over. The referee has already rushed to the front, this is the capital of Kislev, there is no need to shed too much blood.

"You lose, surrender yourself. ”

Boris took a step back and stood in front of Zatulivet and said.

However, the stubborn defending champion disagreed, staring at Boris as if angrily accusing the furry boy of taking away his glory and dignity. And Boris just shook his head, he couldn't watch the sand of the arena run blood all over the place.

"No!

After receiving an affirmative answer from Zatuliwit, Boris picked up his hammer and smashed it into Zatuliwit's other foot. In an instant, the huge Zatulivet fell to the ground like a wounded brown bear. Only the sound of rapid gasps proved that he was alive......

The paramedics quickly came on the field and carried the fallen Zatulivet to the stretcher, and at the same time, a new round of shouts sounded in the audience -

"Boris!"

"Champion!"

"Champion, new champion!" ......