Chapter 2: My Name is Qinghu (Revised Edition)

This year, the stipulated results of Dabi Haixi and Chunyang are all in the top four. The red-armored gladiators, who had lost their weapons, were slaughtered continuously, and the slave marks planted on their foreheads prevented them from detonating themselves, but they still fought with their bare hands, even biting like wild beasts. Because this time, they have a strong commander, and they see hope for freedom. Even if you die, you must let your companions win, and you must also earn a chance for your family to be free. This fierce and tenacious style of play not only shocked the Hercynian gladiators, but also shocked the audience. However, he was bound by the slave seal and his divine sense could not use any spells, and he could not fight against medium-grade or even high-grade spiritual weapons with his bare hands, and the red-armored gladiators kept falling.

When all the red-armored warriors on all sides fell, the last fourteen Haixi gladiators surrounded the three-person small battle formation led by the leader of the Chunyang clan. The last three red-armored gladiators in the late stage of foundation building were all covered in blood, their clothes and armor were torn, their feet were also a little floating, and the high-grade spiritual weapons in their hands were broken in many places. The leader of the golden-armored gladiators pointed his long knife at the leader of the opposing party and asked in a loud voice: "I admire you very much for your combat power and command, and I will always remember you as a worthy opponent." Please say your name!"

"My name is Qinghu!" said the Red Armor Swordsman proudly.

The name of the Green Tiger quickly spread and was firmly remembered by everyone on and off the field.

Out of respect for the Green Tiger, more so that his team would no longer have casualties, the leader of the golden armor continued to persuade him to surrender: "I am willing to give you a chance to surrender, a great warrior like you should have a chance to live." Please don't refuse me!" If the Green Tigers choose to lay down their arms and surrender, their life and death will be decided by the audience, and perhaps, they may be spared.

Qinghu and his companions exchanged glances with each other, shook their heads and refused, "Thank you for your kindness." But we don't want to leave our fate to those who trample on us. Keep fighting!"

The leader of the golden armor raised his long knife a little reluctantly and looked around the stands, hoping that the audience would decide whether to continue the fight or directly decide whether to win or lose.

At this point, the audience stood up and roared, waving their thumb-down arms, and they decided that the last three Chunyang gladiators must be killed, not surrendered or spared. The Chunyang clan's anti-heaven performance has made the nobles lose their bets again and again, and now they can only use their own deaths to please the nobles who are high above. What could be more exciting than to hold a glass of wine to admire the death of the strong, and use the death of the strong to calm the mood of losing the bet? The audience was ready to cheer for the final victory of the Hercynian team.

The leader of the golden armor sighed secretly, not knowing that in the final battle, several more teammates would fall forever, but he had no choice but to swing his long knife, gave the order to attack, and led two teams of six to outflank Qinghu and the others from both sides. The only remaining golden-armored archer was behind the formation. Qinghu shouted violently and decisively led the three-person team to attack outside. The short sword in Qinghu's hand burst out with a golden mang, and no one dared to strike at it wherever he went. Today, nearly 100 people have died under the sword of the Green Tiger, and there are more than 30 Haixi gladiators alone, and his bravery has made all opponents fearful. As the small triangle formation continued to change, five more golden-armored gladiators were wrapped in the formation and killed. The archers on the periphery also saw the opportunity to shoot a red-armored spearman in succession. Shot by the spirit arrow, not only did the blood flow endlessly, but the attached spiritual power destroyed the meridians in the body, and the spearman, who was already seriously injured, finally fell to the ground. He looked at the long knives slashing around him, roared and hugged the legs of a golden armor sword player, and then saw the last scene of his life in the whirlwind of the world—a headless red armor body, and the golden armor knife player who was instantly swept by the sword light in its arms.

At this time, the Haixi team not only had an absolute advantage of eight to two, but also surrounded and killed two stragglers who were fighting back-to-back in a complete battle formation. Even though the green tiger was brave, it lost the support of the battle formation, and it was also weak in the face of the siege. After Qinghu fought hard to add to the injuries and stabbed the two of them, the last sword player of the Chunyang clan behind him also died with a gold-armored gimbillie gladiator. At the moment when he was pierced through the chest by the harpoon, the Red Armor Knife player threw the spirit knife backwards and shouted, "Master Tiger, you must bring us freedom!" As he fell to the ground, his round eyes became hollow, and in this hollow he saw the vast grassland of his hometown, the children galloping on the back of the wind wolf were shrouded in nets, and he saw the parents in shackles exhaling in pain in the magic circle...... He was unwilling, but he could no longer do anything for his family, and his sky was dark.

The green tiger's eyes were about to split, but he endured his grief and took advantage of the interference of the spirit knife to pierce the throat of a golden-armored spearman, and finally broke through the encirclement and ran to the sidelines. He dodged the bolts from behind him as he fought with the outflanked Commander of the Golden Armor. Three gladiators in golden armor were outflanking from behind. The gold-armored gladiator on the left is holding a shield short knife, carefully guarding against the reflexive blow of the red-armored gladiator, one behind him is holding a repeating crossbow and carrying a short spear, and the gold-armored gladiator on the right shakes off the gillnet with one hand and holds a harpoon in the other. The green tiger wanted to run to the edge of the gladiatorial arena to get out of the danger of being attacked on all sides. However, the Golden Armor Commander is also brave and good at fighting, although he is obviously not an opponent, but he uses the advantage of the length of his weapon to parry hard, waiting for his companions to come and join the circle. The swift and smooth sword rays of the red-armored swordsman continued to pierce into the snowflake-like shadow of the long knife like a meteor like a torrential rain, forcing the gold-armored gladiator to retreat step by step. Suddenly, Qinghu stumbled over the corpse under his feet, and the offensive was immediately eliminated. The golden armor commander Daxi immediately seized the opportunity to counterattack, and the long and narrow knife flashed with green glow, and at a tricky angle, he slashed at the forward red armor swordsman, and stabbed straight in the chest. At the moment when the tip of the knife had already touched the red armor, he suddenly saw a trace of pity flash in Qinghu's eyes, and shouted that it was not good. I saw that Qinghu turned his body slightly sideways to give way to the vital point, allowing the long knife to cut through the armor and pierce the right ribs, and the iron tongs in his left hand generally held the right hand of the golden armor gladiator, and the short sword in his right hand accurately pierced the opponent's throat, and then wiped and pushed. Before the green tiger could bypass the corpse of the gladiator with a long knife, he heard the sharp sound of the wind behind him, and another crossbow arrow was fired. He gritted his teeth, twisted his body, and used his left arm to block the inevitable arrow, then ran towards the edge of the arena as he slashed the bloodthirsty spirit arrow stuck in his left arm with his short sword.

Qinghu was bleeding all over, both from his opponent and from more than ten wounds on his body. He still had the long knife of the golden armor commander in his chest before he could pull it out, and his staggering steps were getting slower and slower, obviously at the end of a strong crossbow, but the short sword in his hand continued to slash backwards, accurately blocking the crossbow arrows shot from behind him. The remaining three gold-armored gladiators of the Haixi clan had already caught up with the red-armored swordsman and faintly closed the circle, but they did not dare to get too close, but the gillnet fighter on the right intercepted the path of the red-armored swordsman to the edge of the gladiatorial arena, so that he was always in a situation of being attacked on both sides. The sword player on the left covers the crossbowman and unleashes powerful arrows from time to time, forcing the green tiger to consume a lot of physical strength in the parry. Qinghu's sword was still accurate, but each time he blocked the crossbow arrows, the range of bounces became larger and larger, and his stride became smaller and smaller, staggering and staggering, apparently to the point of running out of oil. At this time, the entire gladiatorial arena was boiling, and all the audience excitedly shouted: "Green Tiger! Green Tiger! Kill Green Tiger!" The audience stood up and roared, waving their thumb-down arms, waiting for the final fall of the Red Armor Swordsman. Once again, they decided that the green tiger must die, and that he could not surrender or be forgiven!

This was supposed to be the least suspenseful contest, and everyone agreed that the mighty Haixi Congress had won a landslide victory as always. However, today, what is unexpected is that the teams of the weak country Chunyang State have successively killed all the gladiators of the Xu State, the Qi State, and almost all the Haixi gladiators, and they are infinitely close to victory. The nobles who have lost their bets again and again have been thrilled to the point of incomparably madness. Now, they want to use a cruel death to avenge the strong man who caused them to lose the bet, to earn back a little bloody pleasure. They want to make the green tiger a stunning shooting star, a pre-hangover conversation, and a handful of dust drifting in the wind.

However, in the gladiatorial arena, Qinghu suddenly stopped, suddenly jumped backwards to the gill net fighter on the right, and slashed the short sword in his right hand with a fierce backhand volley without looking back. Seeing the opportunity, the golden-armored gladiator who had been shaking off the gillnet's defense quickly retreated, and while casting the gillnet, he used his whole body's spiritual power to urge the runes on the gillnet, laughing wildly and shouting: "Do you think you can penetrate the gillnet without breaking the shield? Do you think you can die with me? It will be my glory to kill you!" Seeing that the two-zhang diameter gillnet had blocked the retreat of the green tiger, the gold-armored sword player and the crossbowman who drew his short spear shouted and rushed forward, ready to kill the red-armored swordsman who crashed into the gillnet. The green tiger in mid-air stared at his eyes with a ruthless intent, shouted violently, and forcibly twisted his body in the air with the force of his backhand stab, and kicked out two blue wind dragons in front of his left with his feet. The two wind dragons were entangled with each other and hit the gillnet, and the green tiger had already rushed out to the right by grazing the edge of the gillnet, directly passing the sword player who could not catch the step and rushing to the crossbowman behind, and at the same time, the short sword in his hand burst out with a golden mang more than two feet long. The lightning blow was unexpected, and the entire arena lost all sound in an instant. Click, click, two soft sounds in succession, the sword slashed the short spear, slashed through the crossbowman's neck, and then circled backwards along the green tiger's air traction, slashing the sword player with a shield before he could turn around. Before the crossbowman's head hit the ground, the golden sword, which had already dimmed, circled for half a circle, and flew straight towards the gladiator of the gillnet who had just turned around. At the moment when the short sword was taken off, the light on Qinghu's forehead was full of light, and the Dao light silk was released to strangle the whole body like a fishing net. As soon as Qinghu landed, he immediately vomited blood and fell to the ground, unable to move. At the same time, the circling dagger had already stabbed the harpoon and pierced the heart of the last golden-armored gladiator. The harpoon gladiator's eyes quickly darkened with an incredible look, and he shouted, "It's the Divine Consciousness Exercise (CAO) control!, why are you able to release your Divine Sense?"