Chapter Thirty-Seven, Chicks Spread Their Wings 11
The sun scorched the arena.
In front of the stone sculpture, five people who were about to start a melee stood in the shape of a five-pointed star.
Chris drooped his eyelids and took a long breath. He held the long knife in one hand and dragged it on the ground, completely ignoring the looks of the four people and the noise in the audience.
In this kind of melee, the best way to deal with all moves is to remain still.
The other four people all opened their eyes wide and glanced at each other, weighing their respective weaknesses and looking for the first target to kill.
"Woo..."
The desolate and violent beast bones were blown by the Vic again, and all five of them clenched the weapons in their hands.
The sound of the animal bone flute is the prelude to the beginning of the killing.
The left side holds a hammer, which is very strong and can be dragged to death with speed; the opposite side is a double swordsman, whose martial arts are superb at first glance, and must look for opportunities to kill with one strike; the right side holds two daggers, assassin type, very flexible.
You can't compete with him for speed; holding an ax and a mace diagonally across from him, this guy should be the toughest, with good speed and strength...
Chris, who had drooped eyelids, quietly looked at the four opponents from the corner of his eye, mentally trying to figure out how to deal with them.
"Boom!"
"Boom! Boom!"
The sound of the huge animal skin drum beat on the apex of Lapusi's heart, making him flush red and breathing as heavy as the bellows in a blacksmith shop.
"Red-haired boy, you must win!"
He prayed silently, for my two rubies.
Oh no, it should be ten rubies. The odds of a melee between five people are 1 to 5.
Suddenly, the sound of animal bones stopped.
Clang!
The double swordsman took the lead in attacking and fought with the guy holding an ax and hammer.
He was smart enough to know that the four people present could see that Chris was young. Being young meant having little experience and being easy to bully, even though the scars on his bare upper body looked deceptive.
Two swordsmen are gambling.
Bet that once he launches an attack, the two people close to Chris will definitely join forces immediately to eliminate this young man who looks very stable.
One less person means more hope of survival.
He understood this truth, and believed that the two men holding the hammer and dagger also understood it.
He made the right bet.
With a roar, the huge hammer hit Chris, and two daggers stabbed at Chris's lower body like a snake hesitantly.
Although the two people don't know each other, they cooperate very well.
"ah..."
Lapusi, who was in the stands, couldn't help but exclaimed.
Seeing the person he had bet on being surrounded, he seemed to see rubies flying into the distance.
Chris kicked his feet, gave his back to the hammer, moved his body forward towards the two daggers, and lifted up the long knife that was dragging on the ground.
This is a life-for-life style of play.
If the two daggers were not put away, Chris's legs would be stabbed directly through, but the long knife would also disembowel the little man holding the dagger.
"Dang!"
The little man obviously didn't want to die so quickly.
He crossed the dagger to resist the attack of the long knife, and flexibly floated away with the force of the shock; and the hammer also fell against Chris's back with strong wind.
Just a hair's breadth.
The strong wind stirred up goosebumps all over Chris' body, but his movements of his hands and feet were not slow at all.
He chased after the little man, and the long knife followed him like a shadow, running towards the little man's head, neck, chest, waist and other vital parts.
Every strike is like thunder, and every strike is a life-for-life.
The little man was very depressed.
He didn't want to die together and had no chance to fight back.
He could only rely on his flexible body to dodge and try his best to escape far away.
Moreover, this red-haired young man was a bit strong. Every time he resisted a knife, his arms would feel numb.
So he cursed Chris's madness in his mind and didn't understand why this guy insisted on dying with him; he also cursed the big man with the hammer, and he swung the hammer for a long time without hitting it once.
The big man was also very angry.
He felt ignored by Chris, who kept facing him with his back and butt.
It was as if the huge hammer in his hand was as harmless as a ball of catkins.
God of light is above!
To a warrior, nothing is more infuriating than such contempt.
He was also cursing the little man in his mind, why did he have to run so fast? If he just slowed down a little, he could crush this red-haired guy.
This chase has lasted for a quarter of an hour.
The two swordsmen were both defeated in the battle, and the three of them were still performing a farce.
There were boos in the audience, some scolded the little man for being shameless, some scolded Chris for being stubborn, and some scolded the big man for running slower than Rocky Bull... greeting the three in the languages of their respective races.
The direct female of the person.
Rapsey's jaw dropped for a long time.
There was still a glimmer of light at the corner of his mouth that kept drooping, as if he was stunned.
And his owner Denise laughed loudly, drinking strong wine and saying to herself, "Good boy! Haha, smart red-haired boy! Haha..."
This brought Lapsy back to her senses.
He seemed to see that the speed of the ruby flying away had slowed down. He wiped his saliva vaguely and summoned up the courage to ask cautiously, "Great Master, how long do you think the red-haired boy can last?"
"Stupid old La Push, your luck has returned!"
Denise was in a good mood, and for the first time, her subordinates looked kind and cheerful. "The smart red-haired boy has a great chance of winning. You have a great chance of putting ten rubies in your pocket!"
Good chance of winning?
Ten rubies?
Lapusi's eyes turned red again, and his gray beard tilted upward along with his trembling chin, "Ten rubies! Praise you, great master! Hahaha~~"
He laughed, his eyes chasing Chris' figure again, admiring the guy who was about to bring him wealth.
Then he saw a scene he would never forget.
The big man in the venue let out an angry howl, which was so loud that it drowned out the boos in the audience. He took a long stride and rushed towards Chris, and hit him hard with the huge hammer in his hand.
He was bound to win this blow.
Chris is bound to win this blow.
He knelt directly on the ground, lying on his heels as if his body was bent. The long knife in his hand stabbed back, straight into the belly of the rushing big man, and then rolled quickly to avoid falling on his head.
Here comes the hammer.
This sudden change also shocked the audience.
Their yelling was suddenly stopped, and they stretched their necks one by one, like ducks being strangled.
Chris stood up under the dull gazes of the people, while the big man was already kneeling on the sand.
Their eyes met, and the big man's painful eyes flashed with clarity.
It turns out that this young man's goal has always been himself...
He always seemed to ignore the tactics behind him, just to provoke himself to anger, just to expose himself to be killed by one blow in his rage.
He understood instantly, but it was too late.
The blood that kept pouring out took away his strength, turned his face that was originally flushed with anger, and twitched his strong limbs. He looked at the sky. At this moment, it seemed that the world was quiet, and only the autumn wind whispered in his ears.
.A bit like a parent’s instructions when going out, a bit like a wife’s gentle whisper, a bit like children’s laughter...
So be it.
He sighed inwardly and closed his eyes.
Chris walked over and waved his long knife, making his head rise into the sky.
The little man also stopped and looked at Chris with cold eyes, watching the knife that Chris dragged on the ground get closer step by step.
He knew it was time for him to fight tooth and nail.
Would this scheming young man still trade his life for his own?
He didn't know, he just held the two daggers behind his back, leaned forward and put all his weight on his toes, making a life-for-life gesture.
Come on, red-haired boy.
Let's see if you die or I die?
"Red hair! Red hair..."
The audience that reacted burst into a chorus of voices, and there was an endless stream of people.
Lapusi was no exception, his voice was hoarse as he seemed to see the ruby flying back into his pocket.
Fortunately, his master was also intoxicated by the bloody air. Otherwise, there would be a price to pay for such wanton noise in the ears, and he would have to grab his feet and tear them in half.