Because heroic spirits are different from humans, their specifications are different. The battles between heroic spirits are often very fierce and the viewing experience is excellent. In order to heat up the atmosphere before their appearance, the master of the arena racked his brains and arranged three slave battles.
Wrestling.
It was a normal slave gladiator, with bare-chested gladiators wearing fancy helmets waving their weapons and fighting at each other.
The fighting skills are simple and unspectacular. Everyone wields weapons in order to put the opponent to death. Short swords, spears, shields, and something similar to gloves that are worn on the hand, and even fishing nets.
Such a confusing weapon, Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at it for a while, feeling bored.
For a young girl, watching two men fighting is really not fun.
and……
And there's blood.
Once a small mistake is made, blood can be seen.
After fighting for more than three minutes, it was obvious that there were three or four blood marks on one side's body. Fujimaru Ritsuka felt sick and simply turned his head.
However, this little move was misunderstood by the owner, who thought that this girl who looked like an aristocrat (after all, Fujimaru Ritsuka did not fight but let others fight, giving people a noble feeling) was bored, so he quickly
Two games were temporarily added to try to heat up the atmosphere, but the whole place was boiling, but Fujimaru Ritsuka still refused to watch.
(Ah, I was negligent. With so many brave men, how could I watch the battle of such a weakling!)
Thinking of this, the host quickly arranged for the heroic spirits to play.
"Next! The much-anticipated gladiatorial battle! Finally begins!"
The Romans who announced the curtain shouted loudly.
You know, there were no loudspeakers in that era. Except for the mysterious golden microphone in Emperor Nero's hand, the only way to speak was with the voice. Those who could announce the curtain in the arena, without exception, all had loud voices.
man.
With his shout, the wooden door in front of Yagi Xuezai and Arash was opened. The Roman in costume on the side said: "In this game, which of the two brave men will go on stage first?"
Yagi Xuezhai looked at Alexander and said with a smile: "Why don't I come first."
"Huh?...Okay! Then I'll just enjoy it here."
Young Alexander smiled without insisting too much.
Yagi Xuezai thought clearly: there is a decisive gap between himself and Alexander.
Alexander is a true Servant, capable of liberating the Noble Phantasm on his own, and possesses proficient fighting skills. In the true sense, he is a unique warrior.
As the saying goes, if you know yourself and the enemy, you will be victorious in any battle. Who can tell now, "What is the situation?" There must be someone to explore the way.
What Yagi Xuezai is doing now is just like the spies sent out during ancient marches. He didn't want to win from the beginning, he just wanted to explore as much as possible for Alexander.
For example, the opponent's fighting habits, the special rules of gladiatorial combat, etc.
and……
Yagi Xuezai tightened his grip on the invisible sword in his hand.
Your own sword is an invisible weapon, which is also very advantageous. If the enemy is not sure about his weapon, he will be cautious and use more tentative attacks.
It's not like I have no chance of winning.
Taking a deep breath, the heart bursts out a considerable amount of cyan magic power that is visible to the naked eye and infuses the body. This is the experience [Magic Release] taught by the Black King Artoria-Alter before.
This is also the reason why the King of Knights can fight head-on with many warriors with his petite female body.
Yagi Xuezhai waved his weapon, put the holy sword on his shoulder, and walked out openly.
Outside the fence, the blue sky was clean and dazzling, and the sun shone on the loess of the arena, evaporating a slight smell of blood. There had just been five consecutive slave gladiatorial fights, and every time someone died in the arena, it was obvious that there was something in the loess.
You can see traces of blood, mixed with soil, showing a burnt black color.
Opposite Yagi Xuezai was a person he had met before.
The upper body is naked, and the lower body is wearing a cross-skirt common in Japan. Holding the long sword as tall as a person in his hand, the samurai with a ponytail just stood there.
"We met again. So I said, fate is really a coincidence."
Sasaki Kojiro said this, but I couldn't understand the meaning behind his words. Is it emotion? Or excitement?
"...I can actually fight against Japan's legendary great swordsman. If this is made into a Taiga drama, I feel like it will be popular all over Japan."
(ps: Taiga drama is a long-running Japanese historical drama unique to Japan, such as the popular "Sanada Maru" some time ago.)
"This sentiment is really interesting."
Sasaki Kojiro smiled, probably amused by his wonderful thoughts.
This person is indeed different from ordinary opponents.
Very interesting. Very interesting.
Sasaki Kojiro lowered his sword blade and waited for Yagi Yukisai to make his move.
In the audience, Mashu pushed Fujimaru Ritsuka's shoulder and whispered: "Senior-senpai, this is Yagi-senpai's competition."
Hearing Yagi, Fujimaru Ritsuka reluctantly returned his gaze to the arena. Seeing Yagi Yukisai and Sasaki Kojiro confront each other, his face suddenly turned red.
"He, he, he, why don't they wear clothes..."
"Ah, it's a Roman rule. You know, Japanese sumo wrestlers don't wear clothes either."
Arash answered with a smile, and Fujimaru Ritsuka was surprised that a Persian could talk about such a Japanese sport as sumo. At this moment, the crisp sound of metal clashing echoed through the sky.
With a clanging sound, everyone's attention was drawn to the arena. In the circular space, a man holding an invisible sword blocked the blow of the sword warrior.
"My swordsmanship is the so-called [evil way]. If it is an ordinary person, the first blow can take his head. Be careful. Although it won't kill you, it will... hurt a lot."
Sasaki Kojiro seemed to want to comfort him, so he said this.
"You are so gentle, Sasaki. But don't underestimate me. Can you handle this shadowless sword?"
Yagi Xuezhai also smiled, gripped the hilt of the holy sword tightly, and shouted lowly, and saw that the cyan magic power on his body almost formed a thick mass of storm, exploding from his wrist in an exaggerated form like an explosion,
The rolling magic instantly burst out from the edge where the two weapons met. Sasaki Kojiro stepped forward and withdrew the long sword. His clogs clicked under his feet and he was already seven or eight steps away.
Yagi Yusei would not give up this advantage. He stepped on the ground with his feet, magic power burst out along his boots, and flew out like an arrow from a string. He grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands and slashed towards Sasaki Kojiro.
This is the swordsmanship taught to him by Siegfried.
Typical European...or, typical German sword technology!