Mordred's sword broke through the thick smoke screen. The excessive speed and excessive force directly tore a spherical opening in the smoke screen. The bright silver blade was hooped by the dark red sword wings and passed through quickly.
Alexander was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously swung his sword to block it, placing both hands on the sword. Due to the difference in arm strength between the two, he had to use both hands to barely catch Mordred's blow.
Clang!
The sound of metal clashing resounded, and Alexander felt numb. Although this power was strong, it was not so strong that he could not win.
It's a bit like exerting all your strength but hitting cotton with one punch in the end.
(Could it be that?!)
A possibility flashed through his mind like lightning, and he suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
Looking carefully, sure enough, there was no figure of Mordred next to the hilt of Mordred's sword.
She——threw her sword directly!
This absurd fighting style would never appear in the combat skills of a regular knight. Using the sword as a hidden weapon, Mordred's blow was indeed unexpected!
Just as Alexander blocked the blow, Mordred's petite figure sprinted from the side of the horse.
She had been preparing for action like a runner, bending her limbs on the ground, like a cheetah that was always ready to attack, waiting for the moment when Alexander swung his sword to block, and while his attention was attracted by her throwing sword, Modred
De charged with all his strength and pounced from the side of the horse!
After all, Mordred is also a knight, and she still understands some precautions when riding a horse.
For the cavalry, the most fatal injury is not the enemy's attack, but the own horse. If you do not secure yourself on the horse's back properly, once you fall, the damage will be much greater than the enemy's lance.
Especially since the horses were running at high speed and the knights were wearing heavy armor, the damage was even more aggravated.
Mordred's blow from the side was exactly with this intention, to kick Alexander off Buscephalus!
Curling up his knees, he used the hardest kneecap of his leg as the weapon of attack, aiming at Alexander's flank and kicking him! The slender and well-proportioned legs wrapped in black stockings did not make people feel beautiful, but only made them fearful.
of pressure.
At this moment, Alexander only felt as if his flank had been bombarded by a speeding war hammer. His whole body was light and lifted up by this force. Although the contact was only for a moment, Mordred would not let this go.
Click, use the skill of releasing magic power to the extreme, the exaggerated magic power turns into a running red thunder, and strikes the unprepared Alexander with one blow. With just one blow, the young strategist is completely knocked away.
"Ahhhhh!"
Alexander, who was knocked away, let out a painful growl in mid-air, and hit the sky above the arena. Due to some kind of magical barrier, he hit a translucent wall in mid-air, and then his whole body followed gravity.
Fall back to the loess.
The black horse Buscephalus lost its owner and magic power to support it. It barely sprinted for more than ten steps, but finally disappeared due to lack of magic power. Mordred picked up his sword on the ground and blew on it.
Tu Hui put it on his shoulder, walked up to Alexander in a swagger, and pointed the sword vertically at his unprotected belly.
"This move is for you! It hurts so much, bastard!"
As she said this, she pressed the hilt of the sword with both hands and stabbed the sharp blade into his side.
Alexander let out a wail of severe pain, and this painful sound made Mordred feel quite relieved.
She didn't have to kill this enemy. After all, she was the successor of the King of Knights and would not be bloodthirsty.
It's just that if someone cuts you in the back, you have to give him a cut in return. This is Mordred's creed. How do you put it? Yes, a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye. Naturally, to extend it, it is
A knife for a knife.
Because Alexander lost his fighting ability, the Roman in charge of the referee decisively judged that Mordred won. Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't sit still for a while, and hurried over with Mashu and Arash.
Thanks to Alexander being a brave man recruited by His Majesty Nero, he is regarded as His Majesty's man. Otherwise, according to the rules of Roman gladiatorial combat, when encountering such a gladiator who has lost his fighting power, the victorious party will execute him. If not, he will be executed.
They will be booed by the audience. After all, they originally came to see such bloody things, and a peaceful development is not the plot they expected.
Mordred defeated Alexander, but his eyes did not look at his opponent. Instead, he stared directly at the opponent's entrance. His sharp eyes almost pierced the fence gate and looked directly at Yagi Xuezai.
Coming.
Without words, Mordred raised his thumb and slapped his neck hard.
【I am going to kill you】.
She said this with gestures.
She has always regarded herself as the orthodox heir of King Arthur, and has always believed that the only person who can inherit the mantle of the Knight King is herself.
But...now in front of me...there is another person holding the holy sword...
Although I don’t want to admit it, the bastard holding the holy sword is more like the heir of King Arthur than myself...
This clear understanding made Mordred anxious.
(If I kill that guy...it will be me, right? Heir...)
With this feeling, she flew towards Yagi Xuezai without concealing her hostility.
"He is really a troublesome guy."
Yagi Xuezai smiled bitterly, of course he noticed this hostility.
"I don't remember that I ever offended her. The knight and I have nothing to do with each other - ah, something seems wrong."
When he thought of the Servant fused into his body, he immediately began to smile bitterly again. Regardless of Mordred's side, two strong Roman men carried Alexander back to the lounge.
Because he is a Servant, the wound heals quickly. Basically anyone can do such a small thing as filling the wound with magic power. However, the magic power lost due to injury will not be restored so quickly. To put it simply, even if the bleeding stops
It's gone, but there's still a hurt feeling under the skin.
Niijima Yae and Boudica went to other venues to treat other servants. They came here before just because Yagi Yusei was relatively weak and lost the fastest.
Now, there were only two people left, and Fujimaru Ritsuka who came from the door.
"I'm sorry, Master, for making you worry."
The red-haired boy had put on his black tights again and apologized to the Master.
"No, don't think about it. Are you okay?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka asked with concern.
"No. I'm still a follower after all."
Alexander smiled and curled up his small arms towards her, but the lines of muscles could be clearly seen on his slender arms, which showed that he had been exercising properly.
"Being able to compete with brave men from other time and space, regardless of victory or defeat, is a joyful thing. This Emperor Nero surprisingly understands."
Alexander's face didn't look like a loser's decadence. He laughed. This cheerfulness made Fujimaru Ritsuka somewhat relieved.