"Hey, boy, the arena isn't a sandbox. If you want to squeeze some mud, you can squeeze it back. You'll get your bones broken here."
"Damn it, did your referees receive black money? Let such a child stand in front of me as a challenger, and I will not show mercy."
Zatulivit shouted loudly. In his eyes, this last challenger was a joke. "A wet boy." The arena champion mocked that he didn't even look at Boris once from beginning to end.
But Boris didn't care. He came here just to stretch his muscles. He didn't care about the championship title or prize money. After staying in a comfortable home for a long time, he forgot the taste of war. Boris was eager to go north with Rhodes, but
His father's obstruction made him helpless. It happened that Tsar Pavel was holding a large-scale athletic competition, so he came.
The cries of the civilians gradually stopped, because no one thought highly of this young man, and no one thought it was a fair contest. Even the old knight who had been on the battlefield was defeated by Zatulivit, a thin young man.
, what hope can there be? In fact, some spectators in the back row have already begun to leave. They don’t want to waste time watching the scene where the king of the arena knocks down the boy with one punch.
"Hey, kid, I don't care about you. If you are interested, go down now and call me a real opponent. Otherwise, in a while, you will be like them, walking in and lying down. And I promise I won't
If you show mercy, I will beat up your brother..."
"let's start."
Boris didn't want to listen to the vulgar words of the so-called arena champion. Like the old knight, he squatted down to pick up the sand, spread it in his hands, and then took out his weapon. This scene surprised Zatulivit
Not only Zatulivit was surprised, but also the entire audience was surprised. They saw that young Boris only held a warhammer, not even a shield. He didn't even bother to wear a helmet. His short brown hair was neatly trimmed.
Neat and tidy, it looks full of sunshine and vitality of young people.
"You're looking for death, huh, I won't show mercy."
Before the referee blew the whistle, Zatulivit shouted and rushed forward.
He was like a bull, strong and powerful, kicking up bursts of fine sand as he ran past. However, facing an opponent as strong and powerful as a bull, Boris did not feel timid or flinch at all. He slightly adjusted his fighting posture, stabilized his position, and
The moment before his opponent pounced, he sidestepped and dodged, avoiding Zatulivit's attack like a beast.
Zatulivit's wild attack was missed. Just when he was angry, he suddenly felt an unknown wind coming from the side of his body. The next second, he saw Boris Boka, who had adjusted his posture, swinging the hammer like a tiger.
Launched a counterattack.
The warhammer swept through the air, making a loud whirring sound, and with a powerful impact, it hit the arena champion Zatulivit's abdomen. The impact of the steel warhammer and the plate armor made a dull and loud sound.
The impact was stronger than the roar of all wild beasts, forming sound waves that spread to the entire place. Zatulivit was directly hit by the powerful impact and fell to the ground. The strong full-body plate armor protected him, preventing him from being
A hammer hit his internal organs.
The sudden reversal of the scene made the entire audience exclaim and boo. Even Dennis, who had never been interested in arena fighting, also watched the game seriously. The boy under the field was so young. He should be about the same age as himself, or at most no more.
He was one or two years older than himself. Dennis was just curious that there was such a warrior in Kislev, who was somewhat similar to his father Rhodes...
"Get up, I will not attack an unprepared warrior."
Boris roared, waving his war hammer. As the son of Vladimir, Boris received the strictest training since childhood, and the spirit of chivalry told him that he must give his opponents enough respect.
Zatulivit felt a cramp in his abdomen. He had never thought that such a young boy could possess such a powerful force. And the blow just now made him wary and even nervous about this challenger.
Zatulivet couldn't judge, couldn't judge the opponent's strength based on his body and age. This boy named Boris, who knows what kind of power he still contains in his body.
Zatulivit adjusted his fighting posture and faced his opponent sideways to reduce the area of attack. He no longer took it lightly, but used all his strength to deal with it.
Immediately afterwards, the young man launched an attack. He was as quick as a cheetah, taking three steps and two steps at a time, and rushed in front of Zatulivit in an instant. Zatulivit roared back and fought back, and the two weapons collided fiercely in mid-air.
, there were dazzling sparks, and he missed with one blow. Zatulivit used his sword with one hand, but Boris dodged it again. The sword blade did not even scratch the armor. Taking advantage of his opponent's attack and his body being unstable,
Young Boris swung his hammer and counterattacked fiercely.
The warhammer like a black rock swept across Zatulivet's cheek, making another loud noise like a violent wind. At the slightest chance, the former king of the arena might have smashed his helmet with a hammer. Zatulivet hurriedly retreated
, the dagger in his left hand quickly withdrew, protecting his body, and at the same time swept it towards Boris's cheek.
Boris took a small step back, and the dagger swept across his forehead, cutting off a few hairs.
The tense fighting scene made the audience excited. Even Dennis could not help but sit up and watch this extraordinary competitive fight. She looked at the boy on the field. He was so handsome, young but full of manliness.
A trace of masculinity that had never happened before passed through the queen's heart, and was quickly suppressed.
She stared at him, and Dennis breathed a sigh of relief when Boris pumped his fist and punched his opponent's helmet.
On the field, young Boris quickly beat his opponent back. He knew his advantages and disadvantages. The advantage was his flexibility, but the disadvantage was that compared to brute force, he was not a match for this big man yet.
Zatulivit tried to get close to his opponent and hit the young boy with his dagger and axe, but Boris was so flexible that he dodged left and right, and the warhammer hit his opponent's head, chest and legs again and again. If it were not specially made,
With hard plate armor, Zatulivit had already been beaten to the point of being covered in bruises and fell to the ground.
Failure to hit the target made Zatulivit even more crazy and irritable. He picked up the ax and attacked with all his might. Boris kept retreating while looking for his opponent's weaknesses and opportunities to counterattack. Finally, he found an opportunity.
Just when Zatulivet raised his ax high and launched a brutal attack, Boris quickly bent sideways and aimed at his opponent's lower body. Before Zatulivet's ax could even come down, Boris clenched his war hammer.
A hammer hit the opponent's foot.
A scream of excruciating pain immediately echoed in the sand pool of the arena. The burly Zatulivit was half-kneeling on the ground. One of his feet was beaten to pieces by the young challenger. There is no doubt that he was not beaten to death.
The soles of the feet and toes protected by the plate armor became Boris' main target. This hammer may have broken several bones.
Zatulivit's weapon fell to the ground, and he screamed. In addition to pain, there was also anger in his eyes. Obviously, he refused to admit defeat! A child with no hair on his face actually defeated him? He was in the arena.
champion……
Boris, who was confident of winning, was not in a hurry to give his opponent the final blow. As long as Zatulivit fell, the game would be over. The referee had already rushed to the front. This is the capital of Kislev, so there is no need to waste too much money.
Blood.
"You lose, surrender yourself."
Boris took a step back and stood in front of Zatulivit and said.
However, the stubborn defending champion did not agree at all. He stared at Boris and seemed to be angrily scolding this little boy for taking away his glory and dignity. But Boris just shook his head. He could not just watch the sand of the arena.
It's full of blood.
"No! I won't!"
After receiving a positive answer from Zatulivet, Boris picked up the hammer and hit Zatulivet's other foot again. After a moment, the huge Zatulivet was as thoroughly injured as a wounded brown bear.
He fell to the ground. Only his rapid breathing proved that he was still alive...
The medical staff quickly came on stage and carried Zatulivit, who had fallen to the ground, onto a stretcher. At the same time, a new wave of cheers sounded from the audience——