Riding and Slashing

Chapter 4

Li Ang's cavalry gun was also broken off the head, he simply raised the cavalry gun and threw it towards the direction of the crowd, using the cavalry gun as a spear thrower, disrupting the battlefield.

Afterwards, he drew out his hatchet and rode his horse around behind the guy holding the shield.

The opponent drove his horse around half a circle to defend and counterattack, but Li Ang quickly got close to him.The combat distance is too short, and there is no speed buff. Holding a three-meter-long lance is obviously not very lethal.

But when he was in a hurry to change the axe, Li Ang's attack was already in front of him.

"Boom boom boom..."

The opponent's skills are still very good, and he blocked several attacks with shields in a row in a hurry, but he didn't notice that the players from the other team rushed over and shot him - this was exactly the same as Li Ang's behavior just now, except that the speed of the sprint was not as fast as that of Li Ang. So fast, it didn't poke people away.

Li Ang stretched out his hand to grab it, snatched the lance from the slowly falling opponent, and walked away from it again.

Now, one of the teams had two players, and the other two teams had only one player left. The situation of the battle naturally became two teams fighting against one - while Li Ang and Fucher were watching the show on the other side of the venue.

The audience booed at this moment—obviously booing Li Ang.

But the fat boss and another blond old man in the upstairs box applauded lightly.

The fat boss stood on the side respectfully, obviously the blond old man was Marshall's father, Duke Alma.

"This kid is quite smart... black hair and black pupils... where is he from?" Duke Alma seemed to have some appreciation in his eyes.

The fat boss replied with a smile: "The adventurer from Barkley is said to be a descendant of a certain knight. Although his black hair and black pupils look a bit strange, Barkley has everyone..."

Alma narrowed her eyes: "I know a black-haired black-eyed knight... probably not?"

He seemed to be remembering something from the past, frowned, and tapped his fingers on the armrest, lost in thought.

On the gauntlet, the golden wild lion emblem trembled with the movements of the fingers, as if it wanted to choose someone to devour.

The battle situation in the arena was coming to an end, and at this time, two more unlucky guys fell down in the arena.

As for the remaining two opponents, one of them was already injured and seemed unable to ride a horse.

Only then did Li Ang greet Fusher, and charged again.

And Fucher held his shield and rode close to the injured hapless bastard.

The opponent also raised his shield and raised his gun and rushed towards Li Ang. He was obviously a brave man, and he knew that as long as Li Ang was dealt with, he would most likely win the battle.

After all, in the eyes of experts, Forscher's rookie who can be seen through at a glance is really not worth mentioning...

The two seem to be about to present the audience's favorite scene, the two knights confronting each other with their guns raised like a duel.

The audience was obviously aroused by such a scene, the audience stood up and started to shout, someone threw flowers into the arena, and the scene was full of enthusiasm.

But Li Ang obviously doesn't like such a famous scene-if there is a slight mistake, he will belch, and there is a high probability that both sides will suffer.

Besides, this is a competitive game, not a duel between knights that represents dignity and honor.

So before he was about to make contact, he slightly staggered the angle, and then shot the opponent's horse's head ahead of time...

The position of the horse's head can be much more forward than that of a person-and the horse can't block it with a shield.

The expression on the opponent's face changed from determination to consternation...

The horse only let out a short and incomparably painful neigh before falling over, and the horse's front hooves kicked a deep hole in the mud.

And the powerful inertia brought by the full-speed sprint directly threw the opponent on horseback far away, lying ten meters away and moaning in pain.

The dust was flying, and the audience was silent.

Afterwards, the audience booed deafeningly, obviously very dissatisfied with this wretched style of play without a sense of honor.

But Li Ang didn't turn his head back, he threw down the broken lance and took out the hatchet again, and knocked down the injured hapless guy with one ax before Fucher.

Fucher yelled at Li Ang in dissatisfaction: "What are you doing? You idiot! He's mine!"

Li Ang glanced at him, and said with sarcasm: "He is the champion of real sword fighting in the last year, and he is best at exchanging injuries for injuries. Most of the people who have fought with him will be a little disabled..."

Fucher glanced behind the man, and sure enough, one of the legs of the man defeated by that guy had been twisted backwards...

The illegitimate young master swallowed and stopped talking.

At this time, the horn sounded again, and it was obvious that the opponent who was thrown by the horse had voluntarily surrendered and quit the game.

That's a wise, smart guy.

They made it through.

The audience booed louder.

But Duke Alma in the box applauded and laughed, and seemed to say to himself: "This is definitely not his child...he is not so shameless..."

The most difficult multiplayer melee ended smoothly, and the fat boss smiled.

Because the next semi-final will be Li Ang vs. Fucher.

In view of the martial arts and acting skills that Li Ang has shown in the past six months, it seems that everyone is happy, and Dinar seems to have gotten it.

Both Li Ang and Forscher looked very relaxed. After all, they both felt that they could get the results they wanted.

During the intermission, Li Ang found the fat boss again.

"Is there a gamble for the next game?"

The fat boss was stunned for a moment: "Of course, every game has... the next game will accept a maximum of 200 dinars, but contestants can't buy themselves to lose."

"Then... how much can I earn by buying Fusher to advance?" Li Ang rubbed his chin, his eyes were full of shiny gold coins.

"There are a lot of people who buy you to win. Therefore, you can earn at least 500 dinars by buying Master Fusher..."

Li Ang frowned: "That's all? It's easy to see the details of that idiot, I thought it would be at least five for one?"

The fat boss shrugged his shoulders: "But everyone in the arena bought you to lose, which offset a lot of odds... In the past six months, who doesn't know that Your Excellency Li Ang has never won the championship, and every time he played the worst match after the semi-finals. , the most real loser..."

Li Ang grinned: "Then you bet 200 for me, and I don't want the money I win. How about giving me your Alice? Otherwise, Fucher may not be able to win..."

The fat boss looked at Li Ang, who was blatantly blackmailing him, with an expression of disbelief in his eyes, and then he let out a long sigh that turned into deep admiration.

Such a shameless person is even worse than he was back then.

This young man is sure to become an arena tycoon across the continent...

"Okay... I can't ride her now anyway. Oh, my beloved Alice... you have to be nice to her..."

The over 300-jin fat boss looked down at his stomach, and he definitely couldn't see his feet from the angle of his line of sight.

Alice is a beautiful golden-maned horse, and Li Ang has been thinking about her for a long time.

(End of this chapter)