At this moment, the martial arts competition outside Rusnina City was still not over. The competition was held for an afternoon, and it was almost dusk. The sound of horse hooves on the field still rumbling, trampling the land of the competition venue into a dilapidated wasteland.

But the more this happens, the audience below will be excited. Although it is inevitable that the casualties are thrilling, the previous casualties have not appeared. At best, they have suffered some minor injuries. However, as the saying goes, one inch long and one inch short and one inch short and one inch dangerous. Although the riders are not rushing to each other with long spears, the audience cannot feel the stimulation of the spear bursting and shattering, the singing burst out between the short weapons can make the audience scream loudly, and they can't help but shout for their supporters in unison.

Relatively speaking, the nobles seemed much more reserved when watching this grand event. They watched the warriors fight each other for their honor, and even if someone fell off a horse and was seriously injured, they were still light and quiet. The sun gradually set, and the outcome was finally basically clear.

As a contestant representing Emperor Mikhail, the young officer of the Imperial Guard, Nicholas Ofania, had a brilliant record. In the following martial arts competition, he easily defeated many of the previous outstanding players as if he were performing. Then he fought fiercely with Alfred, who was known as the favorite to win the championship, and finally won a miraculous victory. For this, he won countless cheers and applause from the court. However, all of this was really

The experts had already revealed the tricks in the eyes of the experts. There was nothing to say in the first few games. In the last battle between Nicholas and Genoa's knight, the discerning person could see at a glance that the Genoa warrior was deliberately letting go. With the skills that the man showed before, how could he not beat a playboy nobleman? But helplessly, the Genoa warrior's technique was invisible, and the outsider was confused by the handsome guard officer's flirting and embroidered skills.

Despite this, none of the people present stood up and exposed them directly, as if they had already agreed to this fact, which made Justinian, who was already wearing armor, watch the battle below, also a little curious.

"What's going on? So many people let go of water just for the sake of an imperial guard!" Even though he realized his life, Justinian guessed that the identity of this young nobleman named Nicholas was probably not as simple as it seemed.

Seeing that Justinian had guessed the probable part, Hendriel shrugged slightly and said in a slight joking tone: "There are rumors in the market that our young and handsome Lord Nicholas is the illegitimate son of our great Majesty. Although it is a rumor, Emperor Mikhail has always been ambiguous in his attitude. No matter how embroidered the pillow this kid is, he will spare no effort to entrust his important tasks. It seems that this time, our emperor really decided to push Nicholas Ovania to the position of regaining Thessalonika at all costs."

"Let the whole person..." Justinian sneered under the mask of the Censors. He seemed to have really overestimated Mikhail Ducas and did such a thing for an illegitimate child. You should know that Thessalonika is the gateway to Constantinople. Recovering the Latins there would be a fierce battle, but for his own selfishness, the man actually wanted to appoint a playboy as the commander of the forward.

"It's so stupid!"

Justinian whispered disdainfully, and the sound of the horn outside the field was slowly blown.

"Time is up, Justinian, I can only send you here." Looking up at the sky, Hendriel also stopped and saluted Justinian, "I hope you can win."

Under the mask, Justinian nodded, said nothing more, and slowly walked towards the preparation area of ​​the arena. He replaced the Qinzha warrior who had died in battle before, and it was finally his turn to play.

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The equestrian competition has finally ended. Only the last eight people stayed in the game. They represent different families and forces, but they are determined to win the next victory. After all, the winner can not only receive honor and wealth, but also receive a promise from His Majesty the Emperor. Among the eight winners, Alfred and Nicholas Ofania of Genoa were naturally among them. Justinian, who retained his strength, also entered the final. Although it was too late, the conference did not seem to want to delay until the next day.

After a brief rest, the final finally started. After drawing lots, Justinian played in the first game, but his opponent made him slightly stunned. It was Nicholas Ovania, the officer of the Imperial Guard who had won countless gazes and applause before!

For a moment, the audience under the tents on both sides were waiting for the upcoming duel.

At this time, the moon in the west had already risen, but people seemed not to be tired, and no one wanted the last few competitions to be delayed until tomorrow morning. So at the warning of Emperor Mikhail, the audience was allowed to eat while discussing the competition of the day and waiting for the highlights to begin. Six amazingly large fat beefs slowly turned on the fork of barbecue. It had been roasted for several hours. The royal chef next to them was busy applying cream until the meat was roasted fragrant and crispy, and the fat was everywhere, which made people intoxicated. A large dining table and bench were set up outside the tent, and the dishes, soup and freshly baked bread were already piled high, and the hungry people began to swallow voraciously and have a happy banquet.

However, the lively banquet did not dilute people's expectations for the next duel, because everyone knew that the upcoming battle was not so much a competition between two warriors, but rather a game between the emperor of the empire and the prince whom people dare not name. The discord between the two has long been well known, and at this martial arts competition, it is impossible to compete for the high and low. Although outsiders dare not be involved, anyone is extremely happy to watch the fun.

On the other side, Emperor Mikhail was also sitting on the platform. At this moment, the torches in this are lit and the lights are on. Looking at the warrior in the armor of the imperial court who slowly walked onto the field, the man frowned slightly, "I didn't expect that there were people under him." He thought that the most powerful warrior under Theodor was eliminated, and the other party had no choice but to find a substitute to reach the final, which made his face turn pale.
Chapter completed!