Blue Sword

The barbarian warrior's weapon was knocked away, and he lost his strength and knelt on the ground. Sidrifa hit him hard with an axe, hitting him so hard that his ribs were almost broken and he fell to the ground.

Putting down the broken weapon in his hand, Asik glanced at the ground and picked up a two-handed giant sword. At this time, the audience was completely excited. Many spectators almost stood up in unison, shouting the nickname "Vikings" excitedly, and their voices almost shook the sky.

At the other end of the arena, Theoris, who was covered in blood, dropped his weapon and knelt on the ground to admit defeat. His eyes were filled with the annoyance and horror of failure.

The barbarian leader, the Geat warrior nicknamed "Direwolf", turned around with a sneer. He was a bearded northern man with red ocher battle lines on his face, and his eyes seemed to be burning with fire.

"Vikings?" His voice was cold and hoarse, as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper. "They are just a group of thin Siris lambs, and they dare to be named after the heroic ancestors of the Northlanders?"

This sentence caused public outrage. The audience almost exploded on the spot. Many spectators even jumped on their chairs and shouted at him angrily.

In the box, all the Imperial Guard officers were livid, except for Michael, whose face was expressionless and his eyes were a little gloomy.

What needs to be explained here is that in history, the ancient Solomon Republic used military power to conquer Shires, while Shires used advanced cultural industries to conquer Eastern Solomon.

Today's Eastern Solomon Empire has been fully Shire-ized culturally. Citizens are keen to watch Shire's dramas and movies, read Shire's novels and poems, and even speak and write in Shire. Spanish rather than Latin.

However, racial recognition alone cannot be compromised. The citizens of Constantinople are most proud of their Solomonic identity, inherited from the ancient Solomonic Empire.

Calling them "Cyrithians" is equivalent to calling them "primitive people", which is an act even more vicious than killing them.

Asker explained a few words in a low voice, and Hidrifa understood and said with an ooh, "That's too vicious. Do you want to duel with him?"

"Duel?" Ask asked.

"He has insulted your nation. In order to restore your reputation, you have to challenge him to a holy duel." Hidrifa said matter-of-factly, "Here, take my ax and throw it at his feet."

What is my ethnicity? I’m Chinese, right? Asker smiled bitterly in his heart, but he couldn't explain it with the NPC's body, so he simply took her ax and threw it at the feet of the "Direwolf" on the opposite side.

"I accept your challenge." The direwolf sneered and picked up the ax on the ground.

He had previously observed Asker and Hidliba's cooperative killing of enemies, which made him frightened and frightened. He knew that he would definitely not be able to defeat these two people at the same time, so he deliberately "insulted" Asker and angered him. He challenged himself to a duel, thereby forcibly creating a one-on-one environment.

"Then let's fight quickly." Asik said, raising the giant sword with both hands.

The two men held weapons and rushed toward each other at the same time, and their bodies passed each other almost instantly.

Ask turned around and threw the two-handed giant sword to the ground. The direwolf maintained the posture after slashing, and was suddenly horrified to feel a sharp pain from the left side of his neck, extending all the way to his right lower abdomen.

"...so fast...when...his sword..." He murmured with his mouth open, but no sound came out. His thoughts suddenly broke into fragments, his body tilted and he fell to the ground, falling into a dying state of serious injuries.

Before the host could announce the final victory, the order in the audience was completely out of control.

Many young citizens almost climbed over the fence, lifted Aske up like a winner, and began to howl and parade around the field.

The remaining people picked up the weapons of the defeated and corpses, held them high and followed the procession, singing the songs of the victors.

It wasn't until the carnival feast was over that the golden cup was delivered by Sadric.

According to the rules of the arena, all red team gladiators should hold it up together.

However, Asik turned his head and glanced around. Among the only three people left, only Hidrifa was standing beside him. Theotis, who survived due to surrender, had long gone to who knows where.

"Then let's do it." Sidrifa winked at him, smiled and showed a pair of white and fine teeth, and amidst the cheers and applause of the audience, she and Asker held up the gladiator gold cup together.

The subsequent "Daily_Champion" undoubtedly fell to Aske.

Sadric led him to the honor room inside the arena, where various traces of the "one-day champions" over the years were displayed.

Asker was first asked to take a photo, then left palm prints and footprints on the clay tablet, and then received a medal made of magic copper.

"The last step is our reward section." Sadric cleared his throat and said with a smile on his face, "The prize worth 500 pounds can also be converted into cash."

"What are the optional rewards?" Ask asked preparedly.

"The most popular ones are of course weapons and armor." Sadric took out a directory. "Let me see. The most exchanged item is a set of 'Spell Breaker' armor + shield set, which is made of magic copper."

"This mysterious mineral can isolate you from the influence of extraordinary powers and protect you from attacks and intrusions by any supernatural powers. If you choose mithril and fine gold, you can only choose weapons, and there is no magic circle on them. "

"The second is medicine rich in spirituality. We have a large 500ml bottle of Stamina, the essence of life, which can completely heal your injuries or any disease dozens of times."

"Of course, there are also magic potions and magic potion formulas, but they are all in the gladiatorial sequence, so you may not like them very much..."

"How to sell magic potion?" Ask interrupted him.

"We currently only have Grade I potions, one bottle weighs 400 pounds." Sadric blinked, "One recipe weighs 100 pounds."

"I'll just choose the potion, Sharp Tool I." Ask said, "The rest will be converted into cash."

Sadric didn't speak, just clapped his hands, and soon a servant delivered a bottle of magic potion.

This bottle of "Sharp Object I" is metallic silver-white, with messy and sharp lines, as if it contains countless tiny iron pieces, flowing slowly along the center of the vortex.

"Is there a quiet room?" Ask asked. His "Perfect Physique X" has been completely digested during the gladiatorial battle, so he can take the next potion immediately.

"Yes, we have an Eastern-style meditation room." Sadric said.

He took Aske to the small cubicle at the end of the corridor, opened the door with the key, and then turned around and left. Ask entered the compartment, sat down on the only futon, and opened the cork of the potion bottle.

After drinking the potion, his eyes immediately widened. All the hair on the head turned silver white, and stood up straight, like a hedgehog or a porcupine facing an enemy. All the blood vessels on the body were bulging, trembling and ringing slightly, as if thousands of sharp knives were cutting inside.

A burning bad breath climbed up from the throat and esophagus, causing severe pain like a knife.

He knew that this was a conflict between "Perfect Physique X" and "Sharp Weapon I", so he just suppressed it forcefully.

Suddenly, a blood hole opened on his face, as smooth as if it had been cut by a blade, and then a second, third... countless blood holes opened on the skin all over his body, matching the ancient well on his face. Wubo's indifferent expression was so terrifying that he almost turned into a blood-soaked evil ghost.

In the end, the incisions slowly closed and healed, leaving only a faint mark of new flesh. He let out a long breath and stood up.

"Sharp Weapon I" has been initially digested, and a large amount of knowledge on the use of sharp weapons has poured into his mind. Some of it he knows, but most of it he has never known.

In previous games, even holographic online games could not instill memories into players' minds. Therefore, the effect of taking "Sharp Tool I" was to provide system correction and data visualization when players used sharp tools.

However, at this time, Asik, like an NPC, had truly acquired all the knowledge of using sharp weapons, and had a deeper understanding of the combat system of this world.

Entering level 2 is another step towards becoming a "Weapon Master".

The next potion is "Dodge I".

After taking the remaining 100 pounds of bounty, Asik left the arena and saw Hildrifa waiting outside. This androgynous beauty with an extremely slender figure was not wearing any armor at this time, so she constantly attracted the attention of passers-by around her.

"Where's your armor?" Asked.

"It was taken back by the arena." Hildrifa replied in frustration, not hiding the annoyance in her tone.

"It's okay." Asik comforted her, "Since you have joined my team, of course we will provide you with all the weapons and equipment."

"That's good." Hidrifa's face immediately bloomed with a smile again. The happiness of a martial artist is that simple.

In the underground training ground on the red side of the arena, Theotis was alone, silently looking at the gold cup that was just thrown on the ground because no one wanted it, with complicated and confused eyes.

It turned out that this guy he had always been hostile to had never taken him seriously from beginning to end.

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After taking Sidrifa back to the ancestral home, Asik opened the door and saw a girl rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the living room. She turned around when she heard the sound of the door opening.

"Are you...Mia?" Asik said uncertainly, recognizing the girl from the Thieves Guild named Mia Sinquemani who had helped him obtain spiritual materials.

Mia's expression froze, and for a moment, she flashed a guilty expression of having been robbed, and then quickly adjusted her appearance as if nothing had happened, and said:

"Ahem, our guild recently discovered that a batch of luxury goods had flowed into the market, so we sent me to find out if any nobles were tight on money and planned to sell furniture in exchange for money. As a result, they found your home... "

"Oh, if you are short of money, you can tell us. Our guild can buy silver cups, silver candlesticks, oil paintings, etc. at very reasonable prices."

"A thief?" Hidrifa looked at her and asked Ask.

"No, no, no." Mia quickly defended, "How could I steal Master Achilles' things? He and I know each other! We have dealt with each other and done business before."

"I have indeed been selling things recently." Ask ignored her excuse and just said, "Because the church knights came to my house before and broke many things, so I just took out these scraps and sold them. Miss Mia, you are late, I think most of the things at home have been sold."

"That's good, that's good." Mia agreed subconsciously, not knowing what was good about it, and suddenly asked, "By the way, have you formed a mercenary group?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"Are you missing a thief?" Mia showed a flattering smile.