Chapter Thirty-Eight, Chicks Spread Their Wings 12
If you could have one wish come true in life, what would you most want to do?
The little man's answer is to cut the guy who sold him to be a gladiator into pieces and then die; Chris's answer is to become a peak warrior as soon as possible and then fight his way home.
One of them wants to die peacefully, the other wants to live a glorious life.
The mentality is different and the fighting style is also different.
The little man looked like a mad dog, completely giving up his defense. Two daggers penetrated the venomous snake, slashing like a breeze, towards the vital points of Chris's body. Even if he was injured, he had to leave a scar on his opponent's body, even before his head was chopped off with a knife.
Stab the dagger into your opponent's heart.
He is very fast and his attacks are ruthless.
It's a pity that the harvest was very little.
The red-haired young man in front of him was not much slower.
Although it is still a little slower than him, it can dodge his attacks every time, just like a willful bamboo, it bends down when the strong wind comes, but still stands tall in the sky after the wind passes.
But no matter how carefully Chris tried to dodge, there were already several bloody scars on his arms and body, and there was almost no opportunity to attack. The sharpest knife could only force the little man back.
It seemed that he no longer had the strength to resist.
This seemingly precarious situation also triggered waves of exclamations from the audience.
But few people can see that this is actually Chris' deliberate move.
The wound, which looked scary, was actually just a superficial wound, and he was adjusting his condition.
Being chased and smashed by a big man with a hammer just now consumed him too much energy and mind, and he needed time to recover.
He has had several opportunities to gain an advantage against the crazy and desperate little man in front of him.
For example, making him no longer able to hold a dagger with one hand, or making one of his legs no longer flexible enough to move around. Gaining such an advantage is decisive for the outcome of the battle.
But he held it back.
Because there are two other people in the venue.
He didn't want to be besieged by two other people after killing the little man.
Although he is very confident in his own strength and still has plenty of physical strength, in a life-and-death fight, he won't take risks if he can't, right?
He had already seen too many lessons from the mantis stalking the cicada and the oriole behind him, and he did not want to be that miserable mantis.
This mentality was hidden from the little man, which made his offense more fierce and exposed more flaws.
It was also hidden from the other two people fighting.
The two of them had always reserved their strength before, but now they have no reservations about sending each other into the arms of death.
This mentality overcame the pity in the audience, and Lapusi began to lament that Ruby was getting further and further away from him.
But he couldn't hide it from Denise, who kept her eyes on him.
Vidocq, the only female, has developed a pair of eyes that can see through the truth through fighting in the past fifty years. At this time, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, her hands were folded in front of her chest, and the two were covered by a piece of animal skin.
The majestic ellipsoid wrapped in it looked even taller, "Smart and interesting human boy, it seems you are qualified to let me pay attention to you for a little longer."
Based on her experience, she can definitely see that Chris has not yet reached the peak of a warrior.
But that didn't stop her from admiring the red-haired boy.
The person who laughs last in a life-and-death struggle may not necessarily be the strongest, but he must be able to use tactics flexibly.
Chris, who was in the arena, didn't know the evaluation of his current owner and couldn't care less.
At this moment, another scar was added to his back. It was not deep, but it was ten centimeters long. Although he tried hard to tighten the muscles to keep less blood, it was enough to make him feel that he could not delay it any longer.
Even a strong dragon will die if it retains too much blood.
He didn't want to turn the lie into reality and put his head under the stone sculpture.
Fortunately, he doesn't need to be patient anymore.
He made a crosscut with the knife, deflecting the dagger that the little man was wiping at his neck. He flipped his wrist and made a semi-arc arc with the long knife, then swung it up diagonally from the side of the little man's waist. The knife was so fast that even the wind didn't have time to make a whistling sound.
If the little man doesn't avoid it, his liver will definitely bleed all over the floor.
The little man ducked away.
His other dagger scratched Chris's waist, and the injury was not fatal.
What he wants is to exchange life for life, not to exchange life for injury.
"This red-haired boy is also going to fight hard. Hehe, let's meet the God of Death together next time we attack!"
His face was full of ferocity, and he was calculating silently.
It's a pity that he didn't have the chance.
Suddenly, a sword flew through the heart of the little man without making a sound, riding on the breeze.
The tip of the sword enters from the back and emerges a long length from the chest.
A lot of blood gushed out from the little man's mouth. The red and white blood foam reflected the color of the sun, making the time fly by beautifully.
He tried to turn his head and look back, wondering who had ended his life in such a hurry.
The sword was suddenly drawn out, and the little man lay on the ground, his eyes still open, but no longer breathing.
The figure of the double swordsman was revealed. He shook the blood drops on the sword to the ground, and his eyes fell on Chris as cold as ice.
It turned out that the other two people had already decided the winner.
The guy holding the ax and mace had fallen into a pool of blood, and his head and body were slightly separated. No wonder there was no scream.
However, both swordsmen seemed to be injured as well.
A black patch on his left arm was very dazzling, and the sword he held in his left hand was trembling slightly. It must have been struck by a hammer.
Chris always thought that the guy with the ax and mace would be the one with the last laugh, so when the swordsman crossed the two swords on his chest, he also raised the long knife and held the diagonal sword in both hands.
Hanging diagonally on the right side.
This is the starting posture he stole from the Naga tribe. It is also a posture that is more defensive than offensive when facing an opponent who is stronger than himself.
Because he already has a new understanding of the strength of double swordsmen.
For example, the sword strike that the two swordsmen just stabbed the little man to death from behind was so fast that he wouldn't have been able to dodge it.
Of course, he didn't feel that the double swordsman had helped him.
If it were him who attacked by surprise, he would also choose to kill the little guy with a knife first.
It's like a lion seeing two male wolves fighting for their lives. The lion will definitely kill the strongest one first, and the remaining weak one will be easy to deal with.
Chris's tactic of always showing weakness worked.
It's time to fight hard.
"damn it!"
The human noble in the stands cursed and smashed the table in front of him with one punch.
He is the owner of the little man, and the double swordsman ruined his hopes in one fell swoop, leaving him with countless glittering gold coins. The gladiator who won the final battle, his owner can get it from the gladiator today.
One-third of the profits are shared from the proceeds. The rules are the same throughout Sin City, as a reward for them spending a lot of gold coins to select gladiators.
"Damn idiot!"
Another Vidocq also smashed the table.
He is the owner of two swordsmen, and he has long seen that Chris is showing weakness.
Denise, who was sitting on the other side, laughed loudly, turned her eyes slightly provocatively, and gave a contemptuous smile. Her expression was not ordinary arrogance.
"Smelly bitch! Sooner or later, I will push you to the ground and ride you for three days and three nights..."
The male Vidocq turned his head and muttered in his mind.
He couldn't afford to offend this woman who was much more powerful than him and was very ambitious and had many followers, so there was no need to make himself unhappy.
Denise had no time to pay attention to the dirty thoughts of her compatriots.
The corners of her mouth raised higher.
The success of Chris's weakness tactic made her feel that her vision was very powerful, and she enjoyed a unique and enjoyable killing feast.
"Rapsey, please place this human boy in your home."
She ordered her servant, "Take good care of him and heal him, just like your father. If he loses a hair, I will feed your whole family to the beasts!"
"Yes, great master!"
The startled Lapusi quickly replied, "Your humble servant will definitely execute your will perfectly."
He knew that this mistress with savage blood was not threatening.
Not to mention feeding his whole family to ferocious beasts, even if her own child offends her, she will feed her children to ferocious beasts!
However, Lapusi reacted immediately, his beard and eyebrows were all squeezed into a ball, and he muttered in his mind: "Huh? Isn't there another two-swordsman on the field? The fight hasn't been finished yet. How come it was arranged... Could it be?
..." His eyebrows suddenly opened up to face the wind, "Oh, the compassionate God of Light! Is it true that the red-haired boy will win? My rubies! Ten of them!"
His eyes were as bright as stars, as hot as fire, and they clung tightly to Chris: "Praise you! Cute, charming, beautiful, strong red-haired boy!"
Is Chris going to win?
Vidocq in the stands has already made a judgment.
I can win.
He also made his own judgment. He picked up the long knife with both hands and slashed across it, cutting off the mercy of the sun and the coolness of the autumn wind.
The two of them faced off for less than a minute before he took the lead in launching the attack.
Because I discovered a detail.
When his opponent breathed, his chest rose and fell a bit.
This also means that in the previous battle, the double swordsman consumed a lot of physical strength and energy.
So, of course, I will kill you while you are sick!