"No... no... you are wrong. I have my own dream. I want to go to my mother's hometown and see the scenery of the prairie..."
Scared by Starbuck's series of verbal attacks, Blood Storm Dicron stumbled and retorted, revealing the deepest secret buried in his heart.
"Did you go? You didn't! Why? Because your master did not allow you to go, do you still have the right to say that you are a free man?"
Starbuck ruthlessly shattered Dixon's disguise and exposed his most vulnerable side in front of everyone. Although the audience may not be able to hear what they said, this still made Dixon very happy.
Embarrassing.
Human beings are very strange creatures. If they lack something when they are young, they can't help but pursue it when they grow up.
Some people lack maternal love, some lack father's love, some lack security, some lack rights, and Dickron lacks freedom.
From the moment he can remember, he has been a slave, a hybrid born from slaves and slaves, a serf, a mining slave... He has been a slave for a while, and all that memory left him is hunger, endless labor and whipping.
.
After being resold to the gladiatorial arena, what made him work hard was his desire for freedom - after winning the gladiatorial competition in Solo City, he would not only have a generous bounty, but also gain freedom.
With his talent and hard work, Dikron did it and did what all slaves dream of. Before he showed his talent, before he could win the King of Gladiators, Bill gave him something even better than winning the King of Gladiators.
Life.
Dixon was so grateful for this that he vowed to be loyal to Bill forever and win back three gladiatorial kings for him.
In Starbuck's mouth, Diclon's gratitude and loyalty were worthless. They were just Bill's more sophisticated methods of taming slaves. From beginning to end, he never escaped from Bill's control, and the shackles were just changed from flesh to flesh.
soul.
This made Dickron extremely angry.
Why did he say that?
What qualifications does he have to say that?
What is his purpose in participating as a free man in the professions they are forced to participate in?
What made Di Cron the most angry was that deep down in his heart he vaguely agreed with what Starbuck said and had begun to question what he was doing.
When I originally wanted to become a champion knight, didn't I just want to obtain the King of Gladiators and gain freedom?
He has already won three Kings of Gladiators, and he is still standing here. What is the reason for this?
What does the King of Gladiators mean to me?
Is it true that I am naturally bloodthirsty and have a heartfelt love for gladiatorial combat as they say?
Shit! It’s all a bunch of shit!
The people who said this knew nothing about him.
They have no idea how much they are afraid of blood and how much they hate the scene of flesh and blood flying everywhere.
Even this blood-colored armor disgusted him from the bottom of his heart. Every time he put it on, he always felt like he was enveloped in blood and exuded a strong aura of death.
I am standing here now, not for myself, but for Bill's expectations. Only by winning the gladiatorial championship can the other party gain the greatest benefit.
Being forced to do something you don't want to do is like slavery.
Is it really like what Starbuck said, that he has never been able to escape Bill's control from beginning to end, and has been a slave from beginning to end?
"What on earth are they doing? Why haven't they started fighting now?"
"I paid a silver coin to watch this? It's not as exciting as a third-rate gladiator's performance!"
"What's going on with these two people? Where does he think this is? Is it his own banquet hall? Are they actually chatting?"
"Is this a brand new tactic of theirs?"
"What's the latest tactic? Do you want to fight with words? We are here to watch the duel, not to watch them squabble. Kill, kill, kill..."
"Kill, kill, kill..."
"Kill, kill, kill..."
The two people's delay in moving aroused boos from the audience. This was completely different from the fight they were looking forward to, and the shouts of killing were loud.
The two people in the scene were not affected in any way. One fell into self-reflection and the other sneered with a poisonous tongue.
"Did you see that? In their eyes, we are not even human beings, we are just two beasts biting and fighting for their entertainment? Do you really think they are cheering for us? No, never, they
Just cheer for yourself.”
"When you can please them, they will treat you as a treasure. When you can't please them, what's the difference between you and a wild dog on the roadside?"
"Open your eyes and see, what have they done recently? For the sake of profit, they treat gladiators as tools that can be discarded at will. What radicals? What conservatives? What is the essential difference? They are all a group of cold-blooded butchers, Dai
A cold-blooded butcher wearing a hypocritical mask."
"And you? What did you do? You didn't do anything. You just watched with a cold eye and became the executioner when they slaughtered your brothers. Look back and see how many of the brothers who shared the same hardships with you are still alive?"
"Well, don't you believe what I said? Bill is here. You can ask him and tell him your true wishes. Tell him that you will give up the competition for the gladiatorial championship and see how he will react?
Should I let you leave in a friendly manner, or should I show my ferocious face?"
When a champion knight explodes with all his strength, even the sound he makes is more terrifying than ordinary people. Every corner of the arena echoes his roar, but is his irritable roar aimed at Starbuck, or is it a loud wave?
The audience after one wave will not know.
There was a moment of silence in the entire arena, and then more terrifying noises erupted.
"What is going on with these two guys? He actually told us to shut up. What does he think of himself? He is just a bastard born of slaves. He exists to please us. If it weren't for our appreciation, he would be worthless.
value."
"A bastard is a bastard. No matter how successful he is, he is still a bastard. This will never change."
"Bill, what happened to your favorite hunting dog today? Why is it so crazy? Is it possible that it needs to be let go?"
"Bill, if you don't think of a way, if they really go on strike, you will become a joke to the entire Solo City and the entire Manyu Army. You don't have to mess around in the gladiatorial business."
"Tsk, Bill, you're done. Look at the Duke's face. It's really wonderful. I believe that after the game, the Duke will really want to have an intimate meeting with you."
There is another person in the audience with an unpredictable expression. It is Bill, the owner of Blood Storm Dikron. This big boss in the gladiatorial industry. As the conflicts between radicals and conservatives become increasingly fierce, his influence has increased, and he has become a veritable gladiator industry.
The first person.
If Blood Storm Dixon can defeat Starbuck and win the title of the Thirteenth Gladiator King, his reputation will be even higher. He can unite with other radicals and take the opportunity to erode the power of other conservatives and expand his industry again.
Expanding by a few percent is the perfect choice.
He chose to side with the radicals not because he thought the medical clinic posed much of a threat to them, but because of profit.
Before entering the game, Bill was full of confidence in Dixon, because in the past three years, Dixon had worked hard to refine his martial arts and skills, and studied the loopholes in Starbuck's tactics, all in order to avenge his past humiliation.
For this reason, Bill spent a lot of money to hire the best craftsmen to tailor-make brand new armor and weapons for Dikron. They all used the latest technology and top-notch materials, which were not only beautiful but also practical.
If Starbuck still treats him with old eyes, he will definitely suffer a loss.
But after all calculations, I didn't expect that Dikron himself had a problem.
At first, Bill was able to maintain his composure, chatting and laughing with acquaintances around him, saying that this was just a courtesy between two destined rivals.
When the bloody storm Dikron broke out, Bill's face was ashen and he screamed secretly, because he knew the gladiator he held in one hand best.
Beneath his taciturn appearance, he conceals emotions that are as fiery as magma. The more this emotion is suppressed at ordinary times, the more terrifying the power it will burst out when it breaks out.
This can be regarded as Dickron's trump card.
But this is a double-edged sword. Dixon entering violent mode is certainly scary, but his sanity will also be affected.
This damn Starbuck obviously caught on to Dixon's weakness and even used words to anger Dixon before the game officially started. This was a rogue cheating act.
Because they were too far apart, Bill did not hear clearly the conversation between Starbuck and Dixon. He subconsciously thought that this was a new tactic of Starbuck's to take advantage of Dixon's weakness. He did not know that Starbuck was using it to exploit Dixon's weakness.
What he did was countless times worse than he expected, directly inserting a knife into his relationship with Di Kelong.
There is another person with an even uglier face than Bill, and that is Sean next to the podium.
Angie Beina's rambling words made him uneasy. When he came back to his senses, Dixon was already so excited that he exploded.
That roar was like a bolt of lightning that split the fog in Sean's eyes, and a bold guess that made him tremble came to his mind.
Substituting this guess into it, all questions will become logical.
In just a few seconds, Sean replayed everything he had experienced and the people he had met in the past few months since he came to Solo City.
He seemed to have seen through something, and yet he seemed to have seen through nothing.
"good!"
The audience burst into wild cheers.
The furious Blood Storm Diklong roared again and shut up, and finally took action. When he started, he used his special skill, Arrow Rain Storm.
Sean, who is also good at bow and arrow, couldn't help but be attracted by the miraculous archery skills displayed by the opponent.
Dicklon did not use any archery skills, such as shooting two arrows, three arrows or even five arrows from one bow.
He only shoots one arrow every time he draws his bow.
But he drew the bow so fast that many people couldn't see clearly what he was doing, as if he shot several arrows with one bow.
Giving the illusion that one person can act as a small team of archers.
The most astonishing thing is his accuracy - you must know that what he is facing is not a static target, but a living person, a champion knight with equally amazing speed, and not a single arrow misses the mark.
Even they, the bystanders, felt it was extremely strange, as if Starbuck himself was colliding with Dixon's arrow.
Prejudgment!
This is the advanced realm in archery.
Only people like Sean, who also learn archery, know how difficult it is to master this skill. It's not just about eyesight and aiming.
You also need to accurately control your arrow speed so that the arrow appears at the right time and in the right place. This is just the beginning.
It also requires the other person to appear in the right place at the right time.
Only then will this miraculous situation occur.
But your enemy is not a puppet in your hands, and he will not listen to your manipulation.
This will test the archer's own judgment ability and make accurate judgments on his opponent's behavior.
As for Dikron's shooting while moving at high speed, that's all a small skill.
It is predicted that most of them will appear in the crushing game.
Because the most powerful ones will have more experience and faster speed, even if they start later, they will arrive first.
In a close battle like the one before us, predictions arise.
It can be seen that the Blood Storm Dixon is familiar with Starbuck at this moment, and how powerful it is after the explosion.
Just because your archery is accurate doesn't mean you can hurt Starbuck.
The moment the sharp arrow comes, there is already a big sword waiting for it, which is also the peak of prediction.
Prejudgment VS Prejudgment!
Starbuck rushed towards the Blood Storm Dikron against the rain of arrows at a speed that seemed unpleasant but was actually incredibly fast, and his verbal attacks never stopped for a moment.
"How stubborn do you want to be? Well, since you want to speak with a sword, I will use a sword to make you sober."
"Slow, slow, too slow. Didn't your master give you a full meal before going on stage? With your current speed, there is no way you can kill me!"
"Come, let me see what you have achieved in the past three years and what methods your master has prepared for you."
"Yes, the armor is good. Your master is finally willing to spend a lot of money to build a decent armor for you. Do you think he cares about your life and are deeply moved? Wrong, absolutely wrong. Your life is in his hands.
You are worthless in his eyes. All he cares about is the ownership of the championship. If you were not as strong as you are now, what do you think he would do to you?"
"Isn't he a radical now? If you were also seriously injured, do you think he issued an execution order? Or sent you to the hospital for treatment?"
Not only is Starbuck's strength amazing, his level of trash talk is also quite high.
Every sentence provoked Dikron's most sensitive nerve and aroused his deepest anger.
The angry Dikron kept shouting to shut up, and his attack became more fierce. He wanted to knock Starbuck over immediately and shut him up forever.
This is obviously impossible. The two have been entangled for so many times and have won and lost each other, which shows that there is not much difference in strength between the two parties.
At their level, their body functions have been pushed to the limit of the human body. The usual high-load training is no longer about tapping greater potential, but about keeping their physical fitness at its peak without declining.
It is impossible for functions to increase dramatically within one or two years.
Even Di Kelong's violent outburst is not enough. This kind of outburst is more focused on concentration, fearlessness and fear of death. It can easily overwhelm the opponent in terms of momentum, thus creating the illusion of a sudden increase in strength.
If you are dealing with someone who is not as powerful as yourself, this trick is very useful. But if you are dealing with Starbuck, who knows the basics, it is too weak and will do more harm than good.