Everyone who practices martial arts knows that the skill of double swords is difficult to practice.
If you can't do two things at once, then using two swords is like taking off your pants and farting!
An extra sword not only does not add points to your own strength, but will actually hinder your performance, and it is easy for someone to find a flaw and kill you.
But once mastered, the dual-sword martial arts will be very difficult to fight, and the dual-purpose skills make people feel like they are fighting two people.
No one will take it lightly when faced with two swords.
Chris's opponent is such a double swordsman with superb swordsmanship. He has proven himself with two lives.
So Chris doesn't plan to give him time to adjust.
The long sword in his hand struck at the two swordsmen like wind and clouds. Each sword was as fast as lightning and each sword was as heavy as a thousand stones.
He must seize the opportunity to fight when the opponent's physical strength is severely exhausted.
After all, between life and death, every tiny detail is the deciding factor.
Double swordsmen know their disadvantages.
He was too impatient himself.
If he had just pretended to lie on the ground to recover his strength and then killed the little man, he wouldn't have been beaten so embarrassed by the red-haired boy.
His injured left hand and constant consumption of physical strength prevented him from using half of his superb martial arts skills.
"Dang!"
Another sharp blow struck the two swords.
His injured left hand could no longer hold the sword. He took a dozen steps back before regaining his balance.
And his opponent held a sword in his hand and approached step by step. Every step seemed to step on his heart.
Boom...
Boom...boom...
It shocked him so much that he couldn't breathe.
"This red-haired boy is more difficult to deal with than the guy with a mace and an axe."
He knew that he had been deceived by this young man pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.
He should have been killed with one sword strike first.
Of course, there is no regret medicine in the world.
He was already in his thirties, so he had a ferocious look on his face.
"Even if you die, I will hold you back!"
He held the sword in one hand and rubbed his body. His eyes no longer followed the trajectory of the sword, only the young man's throat and heart.
Sometimes life can be very sad.
For example, just because you want to work hard doesn't mean that others will help you work hard.
Chris had no intention of dying with the double swordsman, so he turned his long sword to defense, not giving his opponent any chance to hurt him.
He is already sure of victory, but if he delays for a while longer, his swordsmen will be exhausted and out of breath.
When the sword in the opponent's hand is no longer swung quickly, when the opponent's footsteps are no longer nimble, then he will reap victory and book in advance the moment when he can continue to bask in the sunshine of tomorrow.
The double swordsman also knew this, but had absolutely no choice.
If he slows down his attack, Chris' long knife will be as powerful as thunder; if he speeds up his attack, Chris' long knife will be airtight.
damn it!
This cunning bastard!
He kept using all the vicious curses he could think of in his mind, and he used them all on the young face opposite.
Both sides persisted, and the balance of victory and defeat tilted even more completely.
"Ding!"
The knife and the sword collided again, and several sparks burst out.
But then something unexpected happened!
Chris's speed of retracting the knife was a little slower for some reason. As a result, the raised long knife was a little slow towards the opponent. As a result, his middle door was wide open and his chest was no longer protected by the long knife.
This unexpected flaw caused the advantage between the two people to suddenly change.
good chance!
The swordsman's eyes lit up. He was experienced and would not give up such an opportunity.
Ignoring the long knife falling on his shoulder, he drove straight in, and the tip of the sword flashed with cold light and stabbed into Chris' heart.
If the knife falls on the shoulder, at most an arm will be lost, but if it pierces the heart, it will definitely kill the person.
This kind of exchange is the best result for the two-swordsman who is at the end of his rope.
Living is the most important thing.
no matter what.
He seemed to have seen the pain on his opponent's face because his heart was stabbed, just like the little man lying on the ground.
Will the two-swordsman get his wish?
Chris grinned, his smile full of teasing.
It’s over!
This guy did it on purpose!
The two swordsmen were suddenly shocked and felt as if their scalps were exploding.
Sure enough, Chris squatted down, and the long knife that fell on the shoulders of the swordsman fell directly back to his chest, blocking the fatal sword. His other hand quickly pulled out the dagger from his calf and threw it with all his strength.
Got out.
A bright light flashed, and the swordsmen's footsteps stopped.
The only sword in his hand rested on the ground, supporting his shaky body.
There was a dagger on his chest. This dagger was tied to Chris' calf before the final battle began.
The swordsman looked at Chris, his eyes widened.
He knew that he would soon return to the embrace of the gods, although he was very reluctant to do so.
Chris stood up again and stared at him with a long knife on the ground. His eyes were as cold as the stars on a winter night, showing no emotion.
Suddenly, for some unknown reason, the swordsman smiled, and his teeth were stained red by the blood foam pouring from his chest to his mouth.
"Haha, you... you will die too..."
He said this and fell down on the sand.
The afternoon sun was very warm, the greenery of early autumn was very pleasant, and the cool autumn wind was proudly grabbing his hair and swaying it.
Like countless people who have stepped into this venue, the swordsmen left their blood to the greedy sand under their feet, their lives to the endless cheers in the audience, and their heads to the stone sculptures as decorations.
Will I die?
Chris closed his eyes and soaked in the hot water, thinking silently.
This is a very luxurious bathroom in Lapusi's mansion.
It is all made of polished marble and paved with inlaid stones. Two naked human female statues each carry a kettle on their shoulders. Two streams of clear springs spit out from the kettles and pour into the hot and cold pools, making the whole place
The bathroom became filled with water vapor, and the water smoke curled up, filling the brightly colored murals on the walls with lifelike beauty.
On his left hand was a shackle that was neither gold nor iron, much like a wrist guard.
When he came down from the arena, a very wretched old man with a face flushed with excitement brought it to him.
He had no room for resistance because Denise Vidocq, who had chosen him, was beside him.
I remember that her height of 2.5 meters blocked the sunlight in front of her eyes, and she said to him in a very pleasant voice, "Scheming human boy, you are very good! I am very satisfied today, if you let me continue in the next month
Satisfied, you will be granted freedom."
He had never lost freedom before, so he didn't feel much about it. Now that he had lost it, he felt it was extremely precious.
Sitting in a carriage on the way to this mansion, the owner of the carriage, the wretched old man, held a few rubies in one hand and stroked them carefully, as gently as fingers gliding across the skin of a young virgin. I also admire the old man talking to himself.
Damn, he knows a lot of things.
For example, the shackles on her hands are Denise’s unique symbol.
As long as he shows the shackles, no one in the Sin City dares to challenge him, but as long as he walks to the city gate, he will be regarded as a defected slave and be shot to death with random arrows or cut into pieces with random knives.
Such as his current situation.
In the next more than a month, he will need to participate in several gladiatorial battles and survive before he is eligible to participate in the blood sacrifice ceremony with two other people. Then if he can survive the blood sacrifice ceremony, then the freedom promised by Denise will be
will come.
As for losing~~
Haha, there are many ferocious beasts in captivity in Sin City, and they all eat meat.
Although he is not very tall, he is still a piece of meat.
"Lucky redhead!"
A person walked in through the round arch of the bathroom. It was the wretched old man La Push. He greeted with a loud voice. When he saw Chris opened his eyes, he asked in a loud voice: "Dear Chris, besides the delicious dinner,
And a clean bedroom, what else do you need? For example, there are many beautiful dancers in this city, I can call them to serve you! If you like men or other races, I can also ask people to find them..."
On the way back, the old man asked Chris's name.
"No."
Chris interrupted the old man's chatter. He was not used to this style of work.
"Okay, dear Chris."
Lapusi was not embarrassed. His master said that he would serve this boy like his father. This should not be taken carelessly. "If you need anything, please just ask. The great master said that you can do it if conditions permit."
satisfy."
"oh?"
Chris was a little surprised, "Can everything be satisfied?"
If Denise is so generous, he might as well make some demands. Anyway, it won't change his fate as a gladiator whether he mentions it or not, so why not?
"Yes! Dear Chris, the great master is almost omnipotent in this city!"
For the sake of the ten rubies, Lapsi took advantage of his power and boasted, looking like a villain who has succeeded.