Riding and Slashing

Chapter 3 Game Master

Like Li Ang's choice in the game, his skin is the son of a member of a destroyed knight order.

He lived a good life as a teenager and was taught strictly by his father.But the good times didn't last long. When he was still a teenager, his parents often left home and disappeared.

So the boy gradually wandered into the streets, making a living by stealing, stalking, spying on intelligence, or taking some less legal jobs.

To survive, get close to the Red Brotherhood.

But not long after he became an adult, his parents were killed, and the murderer was unknown. The only thing known was that he was wanted by the lord.

And the 'brethren' of the Scarlet Brotherhood seemed to be determined to kill him.

He could only leave Barkley and cross the sea to Pendor.

But as soon as he got off the boat, he was sapped by Pan De's Scarlet Brotherhood. It seemed that Pan De's dark forces were also targeting him.

After finally escaping into the arena, he was already dying.Just when he was about to burp, Li Ang, a soul from another world, took over the life of this unlucky guy.

Along with it, there is also the mount and blade system—or half of the mount and blade system.

As a result, Li Ang, who was seriously injured, miraculously recovered within a few days, and his skills became stronger rapidly.

Because in the arena, Li Ang discovered that, just like in the game, proficiency can be continuously practiced with straw man and archery target.

He can even see the changes in his body directly after every day of chopping practice.

Muscles became more flexible, edges and corners became sharper, and the originally thin face gradually became rigid, becoming more and more masculine.

Since this skin has been hunted down all the time, Li Ang decided to practice leveling in the arena to get enough proficiency and save up some equipment before going out.

After all, there are people from the Red Brotherhood everywhere outside, and Li Ang feels that in his current situation, he should be completely injured, and he is facing life without saving files...

In Pender, with a difficulty of 149% total damage, he couldn't go out alone, let alone being hunted down.

Besides, the game is a game, you can’t die in the game... The reality is much crueler than the game...

It's still a little bit more stable.

Fortunately, with continuous practice, the proficiency has improved very quickly, although the riding and cutting system is only half-it cannot see the basic attributes of strength and intelligence, and can only add points to some personal skills.

But during the training, you can still accumulate available skill points, and Li Ang added them to Iron Bone and Strong Strike.

With 7 strong strikes, 7 iron bones, and his rapidly increasing proficiency, he can often play fake matches to earn extra money and buy some self-defense equipment for himself.

It also gave him a great reputation in the arena—only known inside the arena, known as the "game controller" reputation.

Whether it's the monthly tournament or the daily real sword fights, he never wins the championship and only cares about making money.

The prize money for the championship will not be higher than that of the anti-counterfeiting competition, and the championship is too easy to be targeted-for a person who is avoiding hunting, being famous is not a good thing.

However, half a year has passed, and Li Ang, who has saved up enough equipment, has plans to leave Wucage City.The Fog Cage City was too chaotic, and Filtzwain was originally a country jointly established by pirates, smugglers, and slave traders, and it was the paradise of the Red Brotherhood.

And this time the two countries co-organized the competitive competition, and the villains of the Red Brotherhood were temporarily expelled, which was a good opportunity to get a vote and leave.

Of course, Li Ang also wanted the certificate of the Baron of the Pioneers, but after living in this land for half a year, he already understood that even if he got the certificate, it would be difficult for him to keep it, and it would attract more enemies to him.

Unless you have a strong enough force in your hand.

In any age, anywhere, truth and morality exist only in the barrel of a gun.

In the arena, horns sounded.

The red fierce lion banner and the green giant bear banner were raised together, and eight contestants entered the arena.

The first set of games has begun.

The game is divided into four teams of two people each wearing different colored protective gear.

The winning team will enter the semi-finals, and then fight each other, and the winner will enter the final.

And the other eight people in the second group will use the same method to determine another finalist.

Such a competition system is obviously providing convenience for some big names who have paid.

Li Ang's teammate is of course Forscher.

Since it is a joint competition with the Sarleon Kingdom, this event uses the lance that the nobles of the Sarleon Kingdom love.

The equipment of the participants is the same. The arena provides ordinary horses, standard lances and hatchets, which are the weapons that the Sarleon Kingdom and the people of Fieldsway are good at respectively.

It's also what Li Ang is good at.

But when Li Ang entered the arena with a lance in his hand, his face was expressionless, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.

Because Forscher...he tried the weight of the cavalry spear before entering the arena, and tried to stab it, but he almost slipped his waist, so he had to directly switch to the shield axe.

Seeing this, Li Ang sighed deeply, and curled his lips secretly. This wooden competition-specific lance weighs only five kilograms, and most people can use it...

Clearly Forscher is not in the 'majority'.Compared with the sturdy and strong Li Ang, this young master looked weak. His white and greasy flesh didn't bring him much strength, and it seemed that it was a bit difficult to even lift a shield with one hand.

The mental head is quite good, and when he sees his opponent, he plans to charge up.

Li Ang restrained the urge to scold the street, seeing Fusher's wobbly riding posture, he knew that if he really went up, he would probably be a guy who was stabbed instantly.

But this guy just doesn't know how much he weighs.

Although wooden spears are used in this competition, there are dangers. In fact, people often die in the arena, especially when riding a spear.

After all, Pan De has a well-known saying - all beings are equal under the gun...

In competitive games, there are only two ways for people to be eliminated, either throwing down their weapons and surrendering, or being beaten until they lose their combat effectiveness.

And this illegitimate child doesn't look like the kind of smart person who would surrender rationally.

My asking price is still too low, this difficulty is much higher than I imagined...

So Li Ang swung his spear and stopped Fusher: "Don't move, wait for them to fight first!"

As he spoke, he took Fucher's rein and stepped back a few steps, intending to avoid the eyes of several groups of opponents on the opposite side.

Fucher was a little dissatisfied, and the drake called out: "Are you afraid, bastard! You are actually afraid!"

Li Ang Haoxuan didn't stab the gun in his hand at the guy who didn't know what to do, but he held back his breath because of Dinar: "You need to have some tactics, Your Excellency Fucher! A real master wins the game with wisdom... only Only wild boars charge when they see people."

Fucher also stopped, probably feeling that he could at least not be a wild boar. He looked across and asked Li Ang, "Then, what is your tactic?"

"The tactic is...you go to hide under the fierce lion's flag first, and I'll charge over and kill one or two..." Li Ang stared intently at the opposite side of the arena, but found that other players had already fought together. Naturally, the tactic was random. With the battlefield changing rapidly, it is time to charge.

Fucher stared at Li Ang and rolled his eyes: "Okay, Lord Wild Boar, I'll watch your performance..."

Forscher was blocked for a while, and now his blood was probably already on his head, muttering some not-so-elegant words, he moved to the red-backed golden lion flag on the edge of the arena.

Riding on a horse just about the same height as the flag, wearing red protective gear, the blond-haired and bearded Forscher instantly had a layer of protection, and he could hardly be noticed unless he looked carefully.

That's right, the employer is not bad, so you can rest assured to make money.

Li Ang circled back, and after the horse picked up the speed, he raised his lance and rushed towards the battlefield with constant shouts.

With the whistling wind blowing past his ears, Li Ang had already rushed halfway through the field, and one of the people in the scuffle spotted him and raised his shield to meet him.

The opponent's speed is not enough, but the long spear has obvious retraction, and it seems that it is going to fight head-on.

But Li Ang didn't intend to fight for his life, he led the horse in a different direction, bypassed this person, and charged directly into the crowd in the melee with his spear held flat.

His real target turned his back on him now.

"Peng..."

After a terrible muffled sound, an unlucky guy was poked out of the horse and fell to the ground unconscious.

The spear sprint hit the back of the center, and this guy was obviously out of the game.

The audience cheered thunderously, and the aristocratic lords like this kind of violent scene the most.

(End of this chapter)