Chapter 6 Hammer and Double Sword I want to go home
Fang Ning secretly encouraged herself, slowly gathering strength in her heart, to be brave and win.
This fight was thrilling for Fang Ning, but to the audience outside the venue, it was just a boring break.
The second fight started, and as the host shouted, ten women came up. They were all beauties, wearing lace-trimmed tops and long skirts. Their exquisite curves were looming, and they were both beautiful and wild.
They did not hold any weapons. They divided into two groups, cursed each other, then beat and pulled each other. During the fight, they tore each other's clothes to pieces. In the end, both parties were naked, fell together, and twisted on the ground.
Rather than a gladiatorial fight, this is more of a sensational meat-selling performance. These women are specially trained to entertain the audience and make them laugh.
Audiences who like to watch this kind of fight kept dropping their reward coins. In the end, ten women decided the winner. Five were completely knocked down and became prisoners. The winner sold his trophies on the spot, and the loser kept asking for help.
, if anyone can pay to save them, they can spend the night with them.
Finally, the farce ended, time was almost up, and the audience returned to their seats. On both sides of the fighting arena, small legions of 200 people appeared on each side.
They are neatly equipped. On one side are the Tianluo Empire's legions, including long-range soldiers, bronze hammer fighters, iron swordsmen, tiger and leopard cavalry, strong archers, warlocks, spellcasters, and onmyojis. Whether they are gladiators or prisoners, they are all well-equipped.
, all have something to do with the Tianluo Empire.
On one side was a regiment of Gaulish barbarians. They were either prisoners of war or slaves, and most of them came from Gaul, an old enemy of the Tianluo Empire.
It was about to be Fang Ning's appearance. At this time, the host of the martial arts arena came over and asked: "Boy, do you use your real name? Or do you use a pseudonym?"
Fang Ning thought for a moment and said, "Use a pseudonym."
The host said: "Okay, since you don't want to use your real name, there are masks here, you can choose one yourself. By the way, what pseudonym do you use?"
This is a benefit for the people of the empire to participate in gladiatorial combat. The fighting arena can help them conceal their true identities.
Fang Ning took a look and immediately fell in love with one of the black masks. He picked up the mask and put it on his face and said, "My pseudonym will be Tiannan."
Gu Tiannan gave his innate seeds to Fang Ning. When he died, Fang Ning decided to use his name and let him return to the world again as a memorial.
After listening, the host said: "Tiannan? What a strange name. Okay, boy, you are about to go on stage. Remember to give face to our empire. If you want to win, don't die."
The main battle was about to begin. The host stepped forward and shouted: "Dear people of Tianluo, the last prologue battle before the main battle, the bloody battle of young people, is about to begin."
Following his voice, Fang Ning was pushed into the martial arts arena. He walked step by step towards the center of the martial arts arena. At this time, the ground was covered with a layer of yellow sand, but the blood stains could not be covered up in some places, so Fang Ning left
On top of this blood and sand.
The host continued to shout in a sensational voice: "Whether a country or a nation can be strong or not depends entirely on its young people, because they have unlimited potential. The wisdom of young people will make the country wise, the richness of young people will make the country rich, and the strength of young people will make the country strong."
This game is a gladiatorial battle between two teenagers. This is not the performance of the main battle legion, but a real battle between the empire and Gaul. Let us cheer together and welcome Mongolia, the son of the soul from the Gallic Iron Bear tribe.
iron."
When he said the Son of Soul, some gladiators below who were preparing to fight and acted as the Gallic Legion shouted in surprise, and some of the audience on the stage also shouted in surprise.
The Sons of Soul are a barbarian tribe in Gaul, representing titles such as princes and young masters. They have a noble status because they may become the most powerful soul warriors in Gaul. The Iron Bear clan is an elite tribe among the Gaul bear people, with great power.
It's so surprising that their soul son would actually be captured to fight. This is unbelievable.
At this time, a bear boy walked up. He looked no different from an ordinary human being. His body was also thin and frail. If he were walking on Empire Street, he would be no different from an ordinary boy.
He was bare-chested and had a giant bear tattoo on his back, which was vivid and real. In fact, this was not a tattoo, but a bear soul. The souls of the bears he killed gathered together on his body to form a tattoo. See him appear
, seeing this tattoo, three or four people among the Gallic Legion knelt down, all members of the Ursine clan, and kowtowed to him.
Although this young bear man was thin, he was holding a hammer with a head the size of a human head. It was made of fine iron and weighed at least sixty pounds. It was like a wooden stick in his hand, weightless.
The host shouted loudly: "Now the young hero of our empire, Tian Nan, appears..."
It was Fang Ning's turn to appear, and he slowly continued to move forward with his two swords.
The host continued to introduce: "He is Tiannan, a young man from Kezhou, a commoner of our empire, and the kid next door to us.
His mother was seriously ill, and in order to treat her illness, he resolutely stepped into the martial arts arena. This is our heroic boy-Tiannan."
Following his introduction, there was a burst of discussion outside the venue, and all the spectators were attracted and looked at Fang Ning in the venue.
"Tiannan, that's a strange name. It's probably a pseudonym, but the opponent is the soul son of the Iron Bear clan, so he's bound to lose."
"Yes, you see this kid is thin and weak, but the big hammer the other guy holds in his hand weighs at least sixty pounds, which is more dangerous than good."
"For his mother? What a good boy. Alas, it's a pity that good people don't get rewarded."
"You may not lose, you may win. I think Tiannan is armed with two swords, and his moves are smooth and smooth, so you may win. Regardless, I will suppress him because he is from the Empire and has the character to save his mother.
win."
"Yes, no matter how powerful you are, it is difficult to move and if you hit the opponent, you are still a target. I can win against Tiannan. This is for us Kezhou people, close friends or not, people from my hometown, we can definitely win."
Countless spectators start to place bets. As long as they write the amount on the corresponding talisman paper, the talisman paper will automatically fly away and gather at the casino, and the bet is considered complete.
Fang Ning and Meng Tie faced each other, about ten feet apart, looking at each other. They were both fifteen-year-old boys, very thin. They were going to fight to the death here today, and only one of them could win and leave alive.
The host was still saying something sensational, but Fang Ning could no longer hear what he was saying. His mind was entirely focused on the opponent's enemy.
Slowly, he pulled out his two swords, an ordinary iron sword and a thousand-forged sword, one in each hand, and threw the scabbards on the ground.
In these two swords, the corundum is extremely gray and not sharp. The ordinary iron sword, under the sharpening technique, has turned into a razor-sharp sword, emitting endless sharp light!
Seeing this sword, Meng Tie's eyes changed, and he immediately recognized that the sharpness of the sword was the result of sword sharpening. As if he was overjoyed, he silently waved the hammer in his hand, like a windmill! The hammer seemed to have no power in his hand.
The weight is the same, and the whistling brings forth the wind.
"Amani, I will survive, I will definitely survive, and I will definitely be able to go home! Amani, I miss you, Amani, wait for me, I will go home!"
Amani, which means mother in Gaulish barbarian language, Meng Tie prayed silently.
Fang Ning held both swords in his hands and closed his eyes slightly. The feeling of refining and wielding a sword in his innate seeds emerged again, and he handed over the battle to his own body.
He slowly squatted down, into a lunge, and bent his waist at 45 degrees, like the posture of hunting a tiger. He separated his swords, one in each hand, one diagonally upward, placed on his chest, and the other hidden behind his back, as if
With the sword on his back, the two swords cross each other, forming a strange fighting posture. This is completely an automatic reaction of the body.
"Mom, mother, I will definitely win, I will survive, and I will definitely cure you!
Mom, I miss you, Mom, wait for me, I will go home."