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Chapter 141 Giles' stumble

Chai Anping wanted to do this, but the staff would never allow it. The personnel in the first battle were of great importance, and no one could see them except their arena staff.

Starting from six o'clock in the morning, the duel between the two heroes made the casino in the arena full.

In order to prevent capital operations, the safety of the two players is fully prepared.

"You can go to the stands dedicated to the players to watch the game."

"Well, thank you."

After sitting there with my eyes closed for more than an hour, the dull hum of war horns finally came from the distance, and thunderous cheers came from the square. The wealthy people were offering their loyalty and gratitude to the wise king.

All the contestants who were about to take part in the competition also poured out of the shed, preparing to welcome the arrival of the team.

The arena places people on both sides of the match in two separate places to rest to prevent accidents before the match. Therefore, although everyone is unfamiliar, they are not provocative to fight.

The square was already crowded with people at this time. Colorful flags were fluttering in the grand square of Novo University and there were crowds of people.

The royal motorcade stopped in front of the high platform. Jarvan III walked up to the throne in the center of the high platform with a smile and sat down. The people behind him either stood or sat down quickly and orderly.

It was already eight or nine o'clock at this time. After the guards maintained order for the newly influx of people, he stood up, straightened his clothes and began to deliver a speech.

In front of him was a strange-looking loudspeaker imported from Piltover, which seemed a little out of place with the entire environment.

"emmm..."

"Perhaps this is the beauty of classicism and technology?" Chai Anping scratched his head with a strange expression.

"Magnificent - Demacia!"

Sanshi's rich voice was immediately conveyed to every corner of the square through the high-tech loudspeaker.

"Demacia!"

The people's blood boiled instantly, and they were all shouting the name of their kingdom.

"My people! The glorious moment has come!"

The square fell silent again as Jarvan III spoke.

"Honor, fairness, and legal principles guide our country. Demacia is getting stronger day by day! Always remember justice, honor and responsibility, my people, the light of glory is today, witnessed by countless compatriots, under my

Witness it!

Raise your sword high and defend your glory!..."

The inflammatory words of the third generation made the people around Chai Anping breathe a lot heavier. They were all people who had been exposed to the dueling culture, and they had an unparalleled sense of identification with the Glory Competition itself.

"Then - the Glory Competition officially begins! Please invite the first pair of warriors this year to appear!" Jarvan III raised his arms and shouted.

"warrior!"

"warrior!"

"warrior!"

In the middle of a crowd of tens of thousands of people, in a circular arena that was isolated, four warriors beat the war drums with their bare arms. The passionate sound of the war drums made people's blood boil.

The narrow door that was closed on both sides suddenly opened, and two heavily armed figures slowly walked out of the doorway.

"coming!"

Someone among the players let out a low cry.

Chai Anping also looked over immediately. He first looked at the strong man with bronze skin, Yum Boxing Champion!

Burns, the 13th-ranked Yum Boxing Champion, was wearing a boxer uniform made of national fabrics, with thick black cloth strips tied from his fists to his elbows, and there seemed to be patterns of golden flames on them.

His trousers were also tied tightly, and he looked very capable. Just by looking at his exposed strong muscles, you could feel the fierce aura coming to his face.

"Those who can fight with bare hands in the arena...tsk, are all ruthless characters."

He turned to look at his old colleague, Giles.

At this time, Giles was wearing a mighty silver armor. It was not the cumbersome and cumbersome style of a palace guard, but more like the well-customized armor of a light cavalry. It looked even better than Chai Anping's. It seemed that this time

The palace guards also worked hard for him.

Because he was wearing a helmet, Chai Anping couldn't see Giles's facial expression, but with so many people watching and the gaze of Jarvan III, he must not have the strong psychological quality to remain indifferent.

"Come on, Giles!"

He cheered him loudly. Their stand was quite close to the ring, so Giles might really hear him.

The medical staff and referees on the sidelines are already in place, and the first competition will begin soon!

There are three ways to decide the victory in the Glory Competition:

1. The opponent loses the ability to counterattack.

2, the effective attack score reaches 20 points.

3. The opponent surrenders voluntarily.

The ultra-high strike score requirements are set up for those slow iron cans, otherwise they usually have to go through a fierce battle and beat the opponent to the ground to win.

In a normal game, it should be easier to knock down the opponent directly than to score 20 points.

The two men stood on opposite sides of the duel arena, letting the audience roar and scream wildly, but the atmosphere on the arena was quite chilling. Even though Burns is a 100-win boxing champion, he has never faced such a big scene.

"call……"

He breathed slowly, and the muscles in his arms trembled slightly.

"Soldier, come and present an ultimate duel for everyone!"

"I'm happy to accompany you!" Giles said firmly, holding the sword in his hand.

The referee came to the center of the field to read out the rules. He seemed unwilling to delay. After confirming that both of them were in good condition to start the duel, he quickly exited the duel circle.

"When the whistle blows, stop attacking, otherwise it will be treated as a violation of the rules of the game, remember!"

He waved the small flag in his hand and shouted: "The game begins!"

The audience wave suddenly reached its peak again, and the two people on the field started to move almost instantly.

Giles unsheathed his sharp sword and charged forward to slash.

With a stern look on his face, Burns took small steps and hit Giles' sword with a precise punch, knocking it crooked. Then he flew up and kicked Giles in the chest.

Giles persisted, stretched out his left hand to grasp the hilt of the sword, controlled the sword, and immediately slashed horizontally again.

You can kick me if you want, but take my sword first!

The rapid slashing made Burns throw a rat weapon, and he immediately did not dare to kick anymore. He turned his weight and bent his retracted leg, and then used his knee to knock Giles' long sword away miraculously.

"Um?"

Giles raised his eyebrows slightly. The sound of the collision between his knees and swords just now was clearly the sound of gold and stone!

This Burns wears knee pads on his knees!

"Drink! Block this again!"

He shouted loudly, swept his steel arm guard forward, and at the same time, he used his feet to rush toward Burns.

The offensive between the two men was full of danger. Burns immediately squatted down with a stern expression, and then his legs collapsed and he flipped backwards away from Giles.

Giles didn't hesitate at all, and the sword flew out instantly.

At the same time, he also rushed forward quickly, almost catching up with his own sword.

It's unimaginable that someone wearing heavy armor can make such fast movements.

He almost turned into a silver flash in the sunlight, and also ignited the enthusiasm of the scene.

"Whoa whoa whoa!"

As soon as Burns stood firm, his expression suddenly changed, and he saw a silver light coming first. The muscles of his palms suddenly twisted and spread, and then he quickly gathered around and put the long sword in his palms.

"Buzz..."

The blade of the sword trembled and hovered two punches in front of him.

Today's young people are so fierce, they dare to just throw away their weapons?!

The corner of his eye suddenly caught another flash of silver light, but it was too late to make any further moves.

"Snapped!"

The sharp steel armor whipped his calf hard.

Giles' leg stumbles!


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