Sean hesitated for a moment, and finally put the door card away. After all, it was a duel between two champion knights. It represented the collision of the top martial arts in the Ashan continent, which was rarely seen except on the battlefield.
It is false to say that Sean is not curious about the fighting power of a real humanoid monster like the Champion Knight. Even without the tickets sent by Angie Beina, there is no guarantee that he will not find a way to get one by himself after hearing about it.
In the past three days, this matter has been all the talk in the streets and alleys of Solo City. The game was naturally held at the Solo Arena, the largest arena in Solo City. There were as many as 50,000 tickets. It only took half a day to sell out.
Nearly 60,000 copies were issued.
The remaining 10,000 tickets were aisle tickets, which were sold by Solo City Hall officials at 80% of the normal price.
After hearing the news, Sean retreated. You can imagine what kind of chaotic and crowded scene the day of the gladiatorial competition will be.
In previous lives when security measures were relatively complete, stampedes were common at various large-scale events.
The security measures at Solo City Hall are just decorations. They are only responsible for selling tickets to make money and basically don't care about the rest.
When watching a gladiatorial match, it is not uncommon to see fights over seats. Sometimes the fights on the stage are more intense than the matches in the arena, and it is not uncommon for other spectators to watch and cheer in turn.
In addition, the fierce battle between radicals and conservatives has created a real fire, and the day of the finals will be a duel between the most representative figures of both sides.
Who knows whether their duel will affect the emotions of the two factions. If one is not well controlled, it will be a large-scale fight. Just thinking about it makes Sean feel insecure.
Fortunately, Angie Beina obtained special tickets through connections. The location is near the rostrum, and the security measures there should be the best. Because of this kind of event, Duke Borg, the supreme ruler of the Manyu Army, will definitely attend.
of.
If it were a general admission ticket, Sean would have thrown it directly into the trash can.
Darnell, the former leader of the Holy Ether Sword, was very open-minded and did not deliberately hide his past identity. When Sean made circumstantial remarks, he directly backed it up.
He even revealed the reason why he resigned from the position of leader of the Holy Ether Sword without any care. It was because he was dissatisfied with some of the behavior of the current pope.
He believes that since he took over, the Holy See of Saint Ether has embarked on a crooked path, paying more attention to power and wealth than the education of believers.
It was also from that time that he even wavered in his faith.
Over the years, he has been using ascetic methods to rediscover his lost faith, but the results have been minimal, not as big as the shock brought to him by Sean's nonsense.
When he heard that Angie Beina was his student who let the witches go, Darnell was also very surprised. While sighing that it was a coincidence that the book could not be written, he also lamented the passage of time. Thirty years passed in the blink of an eye.
That little girl who had just awakened not only became a teacher for others, but also became one of the powerful figures in the secret society of witches.
He became a lost believer who accomplished nothing and struggled to find his own new path.
Originally, Sean had the intention to invite Darnell to watch the finals together. With such a man standing at the top of the power pyramid by his side, he felt absolutely safe.
Darnell rejected him mercilessly, and the much-anticipated competition was called a barbaric and barbaric confrontation that was not as powerful as the impact of the new medical techniques. With this spare time, he might as well receive a few more patients.
Sean has a strong reason that is irrefutable. After all, he has nothing to pursue in terms of force. It is meaningless to add a few pounds to his strength and a tenth of a second faster. His skills have also been honed to the extreme.
Two sentences can describe Darnell's swordsmanship, which is powerful enough and fast enough.
When he drew his sword, Sean's eyes couldn't keep up, which confirmed that the sword shadow was not a legend, but a reality.
On the day of the finals of the gladiatorial competition, Sean entered the venue early. When he arrived, he discovered that there is no shortage of veterans in this world. There were many people who arrived earlier than him. An hour before the start of the competition, the Borg Arena was packed with people.
Full and full.
"Your Majesty the King!"
"Your Majesty the King!"
"Your Majesty the King!"
When the obese figure of Duke Borg appeared in the stands, he caused a burst of cheers from the audience. It is not known whether it was deliberately arranged, heartfelt, or both.
Anyway, what was shown in front of Duke Borg was a touching scene in which he was deeply supported.
After standing in front of the rostrum for nearly a minute, Duke Borg threw himself into a large chair and said to the finance minister beside him.
"I heard that we sold 10,000 more standing tickets this time. Was it your idea?"
"Yes, it was indeed my idea. The corridor is very wide, so there is no problem if we can accommodate an extra 10,000 people." Ming Weilang did not hide anything, "This opportunity is rare..."
"Okay, no need to complain. I also know that you are doing this for the sake of military leaders' finances, but have you considered safety issues? Once a riot occurs, it is easy for the tragedy of Camp Xiao to occur, which cannot be solved by a small profit.
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Duke Borg is also a veteran of the military, so he is naturally aware of the tragedy that can easily break out when people get together.
"I didn't think carefully." Ming Weilang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He only focused on collecting money to solve the financial crisis and did not consider this aspect.
"Okay, I'm not blaming you. Don't be so eager for quick success next time."
Duke Borg really couldn't find the energy to blame Ming Weilang, because he knew how bad the military's finances were during this period, and it would last for several years. The war could be easily subsided, but it would not be so easy to restore production. There was no
Naturally, there is no tax on production. If he were not forced to do so, a cautious person like Ming Weilang would not have made such a move.
"I must pay attention next time." Ming Weilang quickly promised.
"Your Majesty, he is Doctor Tang."
The guard next to Duke Borg whispered in his ear.
Duke Borg looked in the direction pointed by the guard. In the audience seat next to the rostrum on the right side, there was a tall young Andis man sitting with a serious look on his face, but he was slightly
The childish face shows that the other person is not very old.
Just across the guardrail, someone with a tower was talking to Angie Beina in the stands.
The other party seemed to sense something, so he looked over and met Duke Borg's eyes. Surprisingly, the other party was very calm. He stood up and half-bowed to show respect, then sat back calmly.
Duke Borg's eyes, which were covered by fat, narrowed into slits, and there was a faint glint of cold light.
The guard beside him observed his words and said, "Your Majesty, do you need to separate them?"
"No, the game is important." Duke Borg waved his hand and said, "Let's wait until the game is over."
"yes."
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"Your father seems very angry. He doesn't think you are seducing a wild man, does he?"
Sean said in a voice softer than a mosquito's hum.
"You are scolding yourself." Angie Beina also lowered her voice, "Don't worry about him. If nothing happens, he will have no chance to cause trouble to us."
Sean's heart suddenly suddenly crossed, and he asked solemnly: "What are you going to do?"
"I'm not planning to do anything." Angie Beina showed a smile as pure and flawless as a little white flower. "You just need to sit back and watch the fun."
Sean's brows furrowed into knots. He always felt that there was something in Angie Beina's words, but he couldn't quite tell what the deep meaning was. He felt restless for a while and couldn't sit still.
Solo Colosseum is considered an architectural miracle in this era. The people who designed and built it are definitely masters. The structure actually uses a very advanced echo structure, which can amplify the sound in the stadium. I dare not say that it can make people present.
All viewers can hear it clearly, and nearly two-thirds can hear it clearly without any problem.
A well-dressed waiter acted as the host. After receiving the signal from the podium, he shouted at the top of his lungs.
"The finals of the 13th Gladiator Competition led by Man Yujun are about to begin. Let us invite two contestants, the champions of the 10th and 12th Gladiator Competition, our two-time gladiator kings, free gladiators.
, Sir Starbuck, the gentleman among gladiators!”
"Starbuck!"
"Starbuck!"
"Starbuck!"
Amidst a burst of fanatical cheers, Starbuck, who was dressed in silver plate armor, entered the arena at full speed. In addition to a half-hand sword that was almost half the height of a man, five throwing spears, short swords, hand axes, etc. were inserted on his back.
All fighting weapons are available, and if a war horse is added, the whole thing becomes a fully armed knight.
This is a championship match, not the kind of execution against beasts or prisoners on death row. Gladiators are not restricted from wearing armor or carrying their own weapons.
Starbuck showed his gentlemanly style to the fullest. After taking the stage, he turned around and greeted the audience around him, as if he was not standing in an arena where he was about to fight to the death, but on a stage full of spotlights, about to perform his magnificent performance.
Performance.
There was also a burst of fanatic shouting, mostly from women, and he was called a friend of women, not for nothing.
"Next, let us invite Dikron of the Blood Storm, our former king of gladiators, to win freedom with his own strength, to win the title of the eighth, ninth, and eleventh gladiatorial champions!"
"Dickron!"
"Dickron!"
"Dickron!"
Compared to Starbuck's call, Dikron was no less. Just like his name, when he entered the arena, it was like a bloody whirlwind. Everyone's eyes were blurred before he appeared in the center of the arena, causing another wave of surprise and excitement.
call.
Different from Starbuck's style and dress, which has an obvious battlefield atmosphere, Dickron, a former gladiator, has a strong performance color in both his dress and style.
The instant sprint just now, let alone in the eyes of Starbuck, even in the eyes of some ordinary veterans who have been on the battlefield, is a flashy behavior that wastes energy. A more satisfactory move like Starbuck's is the most correct choice.
But it is undeniable that this kind of move performed by a champion knight is indeed beyond imagination and gorgeous and shocking, which can be seen from the audience's reaction.
His scales are also specially custom-made. They are all blood-colored. Many parts have hollow structures and are densely covered with barbs, which makes him look ferocious. At the same time, it also reveals a unique beauty. The close-fitting design allows him to show off his muscle contours while also
Make him appear more flexible.
He is carrying a large bow that is no less big than the Andis longbow. Like the armor, it is full of blood. The arrows are also specially made, thick and long, as many as three pots. This is one of the reasons why he got his name.
First, when he opened his bow, it was like a bloody storm of arrows. Many people fell down before his arrow pot was empty.
When Dikron becomes the champion knight, not even a pot of arrows, even the great knight can't pass three arrows in front of him. Only Starbuck, who is also a champion knight, can force him to show his true skill.
"Whether it will be the gentleman gladiator Starbuck who retains his title of King of Gladiators, or the bloody storm Dikron who will regain his own glory, let us wait and see. Now the game officially begins."
After the host announced in a loud voice, he jumped back into the audience with extremely agility. The skills he displayed were at least at the level of a great knight.
Surprisingly, after the host made the announcement, the two sides did not immediately enter into a life-and-death fight. Starbuck even greeted Dixon politely and made friends.
"Old friend, we meet again at this sacred venue. How have you considered my proposal?"
Counting on one's fingers, the two have known each other for nearly ten years. They have won five consecutive Gladiator Championships and are now in their sixth.
During the 8th and 9th editions, the Dikelon family of Blood Storm was the dominant one. Although there were champion knights participating in those two editions, they were either too weak or too old and frail and began to decline. In the current period,
Dikron, who was at his peak, looked much inferior to him. At that time, it was not an exaggeration to call him a dominant player.
It was not until the 10th Starbuck was born that Dikron met his opponent and began the era of the two kings' struggle for hegemony. It was also in that year that he accidentally capsized and failed to win three consecutive championships, which made Dikron regretful.
He fought hard to catch up and got back a win in the 11th session.
Starbuck is not the kind of person who is willing to fail. In the 12th session, he defeated Dixon with a slight advantage.
However, after fighting back and forth, the two of them developed a good friendship.
Compared to Starbuck, Dixon, who was born as a gladiator slave, is obviously not good at speaking. Especially when the spotlight is on him, he is better at using his weapons to speak and saying something with an expression on his face.
"Not interested in."
"Don't be so decisive. Aren't you tired of this life now? What's the point of us continuing to fight? Is it just for this so-called title of King of Gladiators? You have already won two, do you think it brings
What’s your point?”
"Empty, only endless emptiness, because these are just bones given out by those who are above you. Even if you get this title, you are still a dog in their hands."
"I am not a dog, I am not a slave, I am a free man, and I am a free man now." Dixon let out a low growl like a wild animal after being stimulated, and repeated it several times.
"Free man?"
Starbuck sneered even louder.
"Do you know the true concept of a free person? Not only freedom in the body, but also freedom in the soul. Look at yourself. Although the shackles on your body have been removed, your soul has become extremely strong. You have yourself
Do you have your own beliefs? Do you have your own love? Do you have your own dreams?"
"No, you don't have any. You don't even have what you want to do. You only have your master's orders in your eyes. You are Bill's dog from beginning to end."