Ride and Cut

Li Cha unfastened the buckle, and threw the long sword aside together with the matching belt. He took off his boots again, and stood barefoot on the cold and smooth volcanic rock floor.

The two backed away from each other until they were two or three steps away. At the same time, he leaned over and rushed towards the opponent.

From the perspective of physique alone, it is like a contest between a cheetah and a tiger. Experts can understand at a glance that the huge difference in weight between the two sides has already determined that this is a battle without suspense.

With four arms crossed together, Gunther bulged out his plump muscles, just about to use his strength to teach the Pompeians what wrestling is. Suddenly, I felt a emptiness on the left side of my body, and the whole person fell to the ground involuntarily.

Da Mozi covered his eyes, only heard the sound of his flesh hitting the ground, he could no longer bear to see how tragic the scene was. It must be no different from smashing red persimmons on the cutting board, but it's a pity that the floor has just been cleaned.

In any case, if a nobleman died, the damn noble court would definitely be held accountable. Lord Sauron may not save himself, so the property must be transferred to...

"Look! Your lord has won!" A servant beside him shouted in disbelief, tugging at his sleeve.

Alas, you are dead, so you have to fight the barbarian... Wait, you won? Won! What a win! How can it be! ! ah! ! !

The big man and the servant put their arms around each other and cheered loudly.

Gunther's face was terribly gloomy, and he turned over and got up from the ground.

He is a warrior who walks out of the perilous snow-capped mountains. Countless wanderings between life and death have taught him to be calm. No matter how weak the enemy looks, serious response is the only option for the snow mountain warriors. Just like when a lion hunts a little hare, it will do everything in its power.

He knew very well that he did not underestimate the enemy, even if the opponent looked very thin and short, even if his arms were thicker than his thighs. But because of this, it became more and more unclear why it was overthrown.

The only theoretically feasible explanation is that this Pang Beiren may really be a master. Has a deep enough understanding of strength and balance, and uses skillful force to throw himself off balance.

Like a thousand-pound boulder that is just in balance, it can be pushed down with a little force from the little finger. Although human movements are not as rigid as rocks, they are indeed subject to similar restrictions.

Applying this kind of skill that is only theoretically possible to actual combat definitely represents an awe-inspiring peak state, and Gunther thought he was far from it. But in the wrestling ring, skill has a limited role, and strength and weight are the real hard currency.

As for strength and weight - Gunther looked at Richard's thin figure and smiled silently. Master, the gap in strength between us is as huge as the gap in realm.

"Again!" Gunther's eyes were as sharp as a hawk's.

"Hey, you savage, still not admitting defeat?" Da Mozi was so anxious that he almost fainted, and forced out a line from an opera in the style of the Far East.

Although I don't know how Li Cha won just now, but according to him, winning is winning. Anyone who wants to fight this barbarian again will be out of their minds.

"Come again." Li Cha waved.

Even after falling for one round, his eyes were still calm and his Qi veins were still long, obviously he didn't take his opponent seriously at all.

Gunther is not a reckless man, or any "snow bear hunter" is a ruthless character with both wisdom and bravery. He played a cautious role, and firmly pressed his arms against his arms as soon as he came up, dragging the confrontation into the purest duel of strength.

It cannot be said that there is a problem with the train of thought, and it has indeed initially achieved the original preset goal. But after wrestling began, Gunther suddenly felt that what he was pinching was not like arms, but two solid bronze sculptures!

Oh my god!

Gunther tried his best, and veins like earthworms exploded on his muscles! The unusually strong body erupted with a powerful force capable of tearing tigers and leopards apart! But he clearly found that he was being lifted inch by inch by his opponent!

boom! A chic back throw and back fall.

Lying on the cold ground again, Gunther finally understood a fact - the reason why he was defeated had nothing to do with any peak skills or sublime realm, it was purely because the power he was most proud of was completely suppressed by his opponent !

Yes, it sounds incredible, but it is true. Gunther, Snow Bear Hunter, Pride of the Ice Fields, the Mightiest Highlander, was defeated by a Pompeian dwarf.

The highland barbarians' worship of the strong has long been deeply rooted in their bones. Since this Pompeii man is more brave than the snow bear hunter, he is qualified to be the leader followed by everyone.

Gunther got up from the ground, already made up his mind. He opened his mouth, and the heavy blow to his back made him speechless for a while.

"Hahaha, he's a good guy." Li Cha laughed three times, "Since you don't want to admit defeat, then try again!"

...

Side fall! Over the shoulder fall! Lean back and cast!

The dull sound of body colliding with the ground began to be heard continuously in the arena, and even the ground trembled slightly. The servants who were watching were stunned into sculptures, and the tools in their hands fell to the ground in a daze.

"Big~Hercules~" Da Mozi looked at all this blankly, his hands were shaking nervously.

He had seen how brave that little giant fighter was, and he was not just a pretty show. But under the hands of such a relatively thin figure, he was thrown around like a rag pillow, and he was even more powerless to resist than a wooden target.

Gunther felt incredible about Richard's performance, but he didn't know that Richard himself was also full of surprises.

According to his experience in the martial arts arena in the southern provinces, as long as ordinary fighters get hit twice, they will understand that they are just a poor praying mantis trying to block the carriage, and they will honestly admit their responsibility and give up.

Even those knights with long titles and high status, who say that honor is my life, actually know the time and affairs very well, at most they can say a few righteous words before surrendering.

In contrast, the barbarian was really terribly tough. He was beaten for a quarter of an hour without any power to fight back, and he still showed no sign of surrender, and he was still struggling to get up from the ground again and again.

What gave you such fighting spirit? Wrestling is definitely heavy physical work, especially when falling a little giant who is taller than two blades, Li Cha couldn't help panting slightly.

Is it the whistling Sufeng on the snowfield, or the never-ending battle during hunting? Is it the lofty sense of responsibility to the tribe, or the eternally burning warrior heart?

He has long regarded these barbarians as his future subordinates, so he has always been cautious in his actions. At this moment, he can't help but wonder if he should show some color.

"Enough!" Some of the barbarians on the sidelines couldn't help but jumped out to stop them, "You tyrant! He has already surrendered!"

The heavy body fell for the last time, and Gunther turned over with difficulty and lay flat on the ground, but this time he really couldn't get up.