There is one significant difference between the Super Group duel and other games, that is, after the game starts, the scene will become extremely quiet.
The audience here is not one who pursues fighting and blood; they want to capture a fleeting miracle.
After the game started, everyone held their breath and watched the two gladiators. Reggie ate an apple, nibbled on a chicken wing, and drank a glass of ale. The battle between the two sides still did not start.
They stood there, staring at each other intently, as if they were waiting for an opportunity to strike back.
Charka's strategy is still his witchcraft, which makes the opponent lose the ability to resist when suffocated, but only if he can successfully respond to the two challenges.
First of all, he has to get close to the opponent. The distance of his spell is only five feet. At this distance, the opponent's flames will pose a fatal threat to him.
After the spell is obtained, he will continue to fight with his opponent. An excellent warrior like Sang Huaigu will not surrender immediately even if he is suffocated.
Facing such a powerful enemy, Charka will never take action rashly. He will wait for his opponent to use spells and attack at close range in the gap between the flames. This is the surest way to win.
But the audience's patience was limited. Hearing bursts of boos in his ears, Sang Huaigu picked up his warhammer and took the lead in charging down Charka.
This caught Charka off guard. He thought the opponent would use flames first, and long-distance attacks would be the first choice for testing.
But since the opponent chose to take the initiative to get close, Chalka would not miss the opportunity. After dodging the war hammer, he immediately used witchcraft. With his sensitive ears, Chalka knew that the opponent had lost his breath.
"Succeeded." Doranor, who was sitting behind Reggie, smiled.
Charka is a famous assassin, and Reggie firmly believes that he has a high chance of victory, but Sang Huaigu's performance really disappoints Reggie.
According to Charka's speculation, in the case of suffocation, Sang Huaigu will use all his strength to drive Charka out of the range of the spell, and using spells will increase the pain of suffocation. As long as Charka can survive twenty In just one breath, you can win this battle.
But Sang Huaigu didn't use flames. He was still fighting with Charka with his war hammer. This time, even Reggie was stunned. Violent exercise consumes a lot of oxygen, but when he lost his breath, Sang Huaigu's speed and There is no sign of weakening in strength.
Charka in the ring began to doubt himself. He was worried that the witchcraft was not effective. He concentrated on sensing the effects of the witchcraft, but forgot that he was fighting a top master in close combat.
Charka didn't wake up until the war hammer hit his chest, but in panic, he made a serious mistake. He instinctively used a dagger to parry the opponent's war hammer.
Charka is an assassin, not a warrior. He doesn't know much about war hammers, but this is a very basic common sense. A short sword cannot confront a war hammer head-on. The difference in weight is too huge.
When the war hammer hit the sword edge, Charka's dagger flew away and his wrist bone was broken. His body lost its center of gravity and fell to the ground on his back.
Sang Huaigu stepped forward, stepped on Charka's chest, and pointed at the tip of Charka's nose with his finger. This was a fixed action of the orc mage, and he was about to cast a spell.
Charka was lying on the ground, looking at Sang Huaigu in despair. In this situation, facing the enemy's flames, he would be burned to charcoal without any doubt.
Just when Sang Huaigu was about to take action, a thunder suddenly sounded in his ears.
Sang Huaigu turned around and found that Shansha was already standing behind him.
"Young man, I said the game is over, but you may not have heard it. If you don't stop, I will make you pay the price."
Sang Huaigu pointed to his throat, indicating that he had not yet resumed breathing.
Shansha lowered his head and said to Charka: "It's time for you to stop. The game is over and you lost."
Sang Huaigu moved his feet, and Charka stood up in embarrassment.
The cheers in the audience were shaking, and every cheer could cut out a piece of flesh from Charka's heart.
Sang Huaigu raised his hands high, enjoying the joy of the winner.
Charka left the scene silently, preparing to find a place to end his life.
He risked everything for this competition. He wanted to wear the champion's golden crown and propose to Salena.
But now he has lost everything, not only the championship, but also his job.
By being exposed in public, he has lost the qualification to continue to be an assassin, but what else can he do besides being an assassin?
Charka walked out of the arena in despair. He wanted to find a suitable place to end it all. He didn't need a cemetery, and he didn't need others to worship him. He didn't even want others to see his body.
But before he had gone far, he was blocked by Doranor.
At this extremely bad moment, he met the person he least wanted to see.
This old man with white hair and beard took away the woman he loved.
He wanted to bypass Doranor, but Dolanor blocked his way.
He wanted to take action against Doranor, but was mercilessly ridiculed.
"Don't say your bones are broken. Even if your body is intact, you still can't be my opponent."
Charka smiled bitterly and said, "What exactly do you want to do?"
"Tell me, where are you going?"
"Is it important?"
"Living is more important than anything else."
"What's the point of living?"
"Do you just admit defeat? Don't you want to get your woman? Don't you want to defeat your enemy?"
"Who is my woman? Who is my enemy? I have no qualifications to say such things! Is Sang Huaigu still willing to fight me again?"
"He definitely doesn't want to. If we fight again, you may not lose to him."
Dolanor took Charka to the tavern. Under the comfort of the wine and the girl, Charka gradually calmed down, but Dolanor needed to check with him on a stressful issue.
"I know this battle is extremely painful for you, but you must give me an accurate answer. Is your witchcraft really successful?"
"I succeeded," Charka answered firmly, "I blocked his airway."
"Don't rush to answer. You'd better recall it carefully."
"No need to recall," Charka shook his head and said, "That feeling was too real. I definitely blocked his airway."
"This makes no sense. Your fight with him lasted at least fifty breaths. His face did not change color, his strength did not weaken, and he did not gasp for breath after winning. He seemed to have never lost his breath."
"Why should I lie to you?" Charka looked at Doranor helplessly, "I have been completely defeated. Can I regain my dignity by telling a lie?"
"I believe you are not lying," Doranor whispered, "unless...he knows the art of accumulation."
"This is impossible!" Charka said in astonishment, "The method of accumulation is purely human witchcraft and cannot be mastered by orc mages."
"This is exactly what I'm worried about," Doranor sighed. "Why would an orc use this kind of witchcraft? What is the origin of this Sanghuaigu?"