Pale Emblem

Chapter 162 Arena

Barbarian warriors were known for their bravery and aggressiveness, and no one expected that Gaius's barbarian opponents would choose to flee without a fight from the very beginning.

Of course, it was not accurate to say that he wanted to escape, as the entrances and exits of the circular arena had been sealed, and there was a row of fully armed guards on the spectator stand, watching closely. The young blue-skinned barbarian had nowhere to escape, so he simply distanced himself from his opponent, trying to avoid the fight like a coward.

Similar things were actually very common in gladiatorial contests, but there were almost no examples of barbarian gladiators actively avoiding battles.

The talented swordsman Gaius was only a teenager after all, and lacked experience in responding to emergencies. He was even stunned for a moment before he came to his senses and began to chase the blue-skinned barbarians.

The barbarian had thrown away his giant mallet, and except for a loincloth, he had no extra weight on his body. He was tall and had long legs, so he could run very fast, circling with Gaius in the limited space of the arena.

Gaius was fully armed. Although the moth silk armor he was wearing was light and sturdy, it still weighed more than 40 pounds. Together with the pair of alloy swords and axes in his hands, the total weight reached 80 pounds.

This amount was nothing for a fourth-level swordsman, but even with this few dozen pounds of weight, Gaius was unable to catch up with his opponent.

The two sides chased each other and ran around the field again and again, but there was no physical contact, and of course no fighting.

The audience in the stands began to make loud noises, using all kinds of dirty words to curse the blue-skinned barbarians for being cowardly, mean and shameless, and some even mocked Gaius's incompetence.

The audience paid for tickets to see a wonderful, bloody and cruel gladiatorial fight. If the match did not satisfy the audience, they had the right to curse, regardless of whether the gladiators were from famous families. Moreover, those who mocked Gaius loudly on the stage were mainly his peers, who were happy to see Gaius' joke.

Gaius was immediately furious and ignited a drop of secret blood, which could burst out with speed and strength four times in a row. He caught up with the blue-skinned barbarian in front of him in two or three steps, raised his hand and sent out a swift sword light, piercing him in the back.

The fourth-level swordsman's blood bursts out, and his attacks are fast and accurate, but his disadvantage is that he sacrifices the flexibility of his sword skills. However, not many people can avoid the fourth-level swordsman's burst attack.

Of course, this does not include the blue-skinned barbarians.

It was as if he had eyes on the back of his head. While screaming, he slid sideways to avoid the sword that was attacking him from behind.

At this moment, Gaius showed the true level of a talented swordsman. The moment he passed his opponent, he first stopped his forward movement with a bow stance, and then continuously adjusted the center of gravity of his body. It seemed as if he had overcome the constraints of inertia. He turned around and chopped the blue-skinned barbarian's neck with his hand axe.

Gaius's turning back slash and the previous explosive thrust are of completely different styles. It is suddenly full of spirituality, like a swallow catching flying insects or cutting through the water. It is erratic and presents a smooth beauty, which is really pleasing to the eye.

There were shouts of praise from the stands, and the audience felt that Gaius would definitely cut off the head of the blue-skinned barbarian. However, their praise for the victor Gaius came to an abrupt end.

The blue-skinned barbarian used the simplest sliding step to move backward, causing Gaius's graceful dance-like backslash to continue to miss.

At this moment, the audience was like someone who accidentally swallowed a fly at a high-level party, but couldn't spit it out in public, so they could only show a constipated expression.

It was so painful to watch what should have been a perfect decapitation attack being broken.

Then, there was another round of shouting and cursing from the stands, mainly directed at Gaius.

The blue-skinned barbarians took the opportunity to run away again.

Gaius gritted his teeth and began to chase the blue-skinned barbarian again. He felt that his opponent was just lucky to avoid the killing he was determined to do.

General Clark's expression gradually became serious, especially after he saw Gaius angrily throwing a one-handed axe at the blue-skinned barbarian, and the other party dodged it, he finally couldn't sit still anymore.

Gaius was born into the prominent Golden Sunflower family, and was the direct descendant of the patriarch. He would be eligible to compete for the position of Golden Sunflower patriarch in the future.

Clark also tried his best to please him. Just like in this gladiatorial contest, the arrogant Gaius made it clear that he came to the Godore Line to eliminate the Orc invaders. Even if he wanted to conduct actual combat training, he had to find an Orc butcher or a barbarian fighter as his opponent, not a weak and cowardly deserter from Braun Town.

In fact, the brave half-blood gladiators had already been exhausted. The remaining half-bloods finally realized that there was no fair gladiatorial contest at all, and now they would rather kneel down and die than become the object of mockery by the nobles.

A hopeless gladiator has no value.

Clark couldn't use the half-blood from Brown Town to fool the heir to the Golden Sunflower. He just happened to have a barbarian captive who survived to this day because of his special blue skin.

This barbarian warrior is very young, relatively weak, and has not been circumcised, so he can be regarded as a barbarian fighter.

A quasi-barbarian fighter is still a barbarian fighter. Anyway, he meets Gaius's requirements for practical training.

Clark now felt like he had screwed up.

The blue-skinned barbarian dropped his weapon as soon as he entered the field. It was a giant wooden hammer. Its exaggerated size and copper paint made it look intimidating enough, but its actual damage was pitifully low. At least it would not cause much damage to Gaius's goose silk secret armor.

In any case, it was the only weapon in the blue-skinned barbarian's hand, which would bring him a sense of psychological security, just like a drowning person grabbing a broken branch, even if it was of no use, he would never let go.

The blue-skinned barbarian threw away his only weapon without hesitation, which was unexpected.

  What is the most direct consequence?

He was less burdened, more mobile, and the unarmed barbarian warriors posed less of a threat to Gaius.

At least Gaius thought so, which lowered his vigilance and gradually made him careless, causing him to throw his axe out in anger. It was like the blue-skinned barbarian replaced Gaius' alloy battle axe with his giant wooden hammer!

You know, most of the skills of a professional swordsman lie in the weapons he is proficient in. Gaius losing his axe is like a tiger losing a claw.

Furthermore, he can throw axes as well as long swords.

Clark simply couldn't imagine the scene of the young and energetic Gaius fighting hand-to-hand with the barbarian warriors. Even if Gaius was fine in the end, the Golden Sunflower Family would blame him for his poor performance.

He now suspected that the blue-skinned barbarians had set a trap from the beginning, waiting for Gaius to fall into it, and then take Gaius hostage or simply kill him.

Clark is indeed an outstanding representative of the Silver Horn family. He is a naturally promoted sixth-level swordsman, with the opportunity to impact the seventh level, or even become an eighth-level professional. His talent, combat experience, and vision are all top-notch, so it is no wonder that he can guess the interlocking tactical layout of the blue-skinned barbarians.

Unfortunately, he couldn't understand that it wasn't terrible that the blue-skinned barbarians deliberately set up a trap. That was just the wisdom of mortals, and many experienced warriors could do it.

Do the young blue-skinned barbarians have much combat experience?

  not at all!

He didn't set up the trap at all, this is the scariest thing!

Clark cannot see through the hidden power woven by the laws of the world, and he is just a mortal who thinks he is smart.

However, mortals have their own ways.

  Clark had already arranged for a sharpshooter and was about to intervene in the game when a majestic voice came:

"Gaius needs a lesson, don't worry about it!"

Clark was startled and quickly stood up, bowing respectfully to the lonely figure in the corner of the stands: "Yes, Master Dexter."

Gaius' uncle, Dict, was once an outstanding figure in the Golden Sunflower family. He was naturally promoted from a fourth-level swordsman to a fifth-level swordsman, and then to a sixth-level swordsman. There was almost no doubt that he would enter the seventh-level palace. He also served as the deputy commander of the most elite Giant Horn Guard Corps in Luoyecheng, so it can be said that his future is bright.

Unfortunately, Dekker encountered an emergency when the wolf witch Bettina invaded the Highland City and massacred the nobles. He led a squadron of elite soldiers to stop the wolf witch's atrocities, but was severely injured by the wolf witch, lost his limbs, and became a bald human stick.

Later, at the initiative of Golden Sunflower and Golden Oak, the noble families of Fallen Leaf City jointly invested and spent a large amount of money to help the Great Master Dicket change the dragon vein path, restore his body, and improve his personal strength by leaps and bounds.

Even among dragon-blooded half-elves, there are differences in status: upper, middle, and lower.

Generally speaking, no half-elves can directly bear the blood of the Dragon King Filumaat, so the vast majority of dragon-blooded half-elves have used the blood of the third-generation dragonborn. They can be regarded as the fourth-generation dragonborn and are of the lower level. The third-generation dragonborn cultivated using the blood of the second-generation dragonborn are middle-level dragon-blooded half-elves.

Dekter was badly injured. If he wanted to regenerate his limbs, he could only use the Chimaera blood of the first generation of dragon descendants to become a high-level dragon vein half-elf.

Now, Dicket's body has obvious dragon-like features. He has yellow eyes with vertical pupils, two bumps on his forehead, dragon scales growing on his cheeks, and all his teeth have fallen out and been replaced with fangs. The most important thing is that his breath is extremely hot and accompanied by corrosive toxicity, and his whole body always exudes a panic-inducing aura.

Dragonborn obey the will of the Dragon King, and Filumaat will pay attention to the first and second generation Dragonborn. As for those below the second generation, they are just trash, and the Dragon King doesn't care about them.

There is no doubt that Dicket lost his position and his status in the family. The Palace of the Dragon King is his final destination.

Before this, Dekkert vowed to take revenge on the wolf witch Bertina. If he couldn't do it, he hoped that his nephew Gaius would take revenge for him.

Before the Dragon King Filumathe began to call the names, Dect decided to fully support Gaius and spare no effort in training him.

Gaius is too proud, just like Deciter once was.

He needed a defeat like a public execution. Losing to the blue-skinned barbarians and being laughed at by the children of noble families was better than losing to the wolf-witch Bettina.

That's what Dickert thought.

Unfortunately, he miscalculated.

Gaius really threw his sword. The blue-skinned barbarian dodged the flying sword and turned back to fight as expected.

The two men fought with their bare hands, then fell to the ground and rolled around. It was an extremely ugly scene, which caused boos from the stands.

Surprisingly, the blue-skinned barbarian was only agile, or in other words, he only mastered a sliding footwork that allowed him to dodge Gaius's continuous attacks. He was completely an amateur in close combat techniques.

The blue-skinned barbarian's previous outstanding performance deceived everyone, including himself, and he mistakenly believed that he was very powerful. But in fact, he had not awakened the barbarian blood slave talent, did not have rich practical experience, and was completely subdued by Gaius.

At this moment, the talented young swordsman pressed the blue-skinned barbarian's back with his knees and twisted his arms, breathing heavily and grinning foolishly.

Clark couldn't bear to watch it any longer. He had to end this farce as soon as possible to avoid further damage to the reputation of Golden Sunflower.

He waved his hand, and the two executioners on the stands immediately jumped down with sharp axes, intending to chop off the head of the blue-skinned barbarian.