Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland.

Chapter 207: Retreating from Difficulties (Complete Chapter)
When Lu Meng stepped into the Thunder Arena again, the situation was completely different.

After four rounds of competition, more than half of the contestants will be eliminated in each round, including those who are victorious but seriously injured and unable to fight again.

At this moment, the only people left in the field were the elite of the winning streak, only about a hundred people, and there was no longer the noisy and noisy scene in the first few days.

They carefully kept a distance from each other, with vigilance and scrutiny in their eyes, because the person standing next to them might be the opponent they would fight with swords next.

more importantly.

In this fifth game, it is time to decide who can qualify.

Winning this battle means that you will become a "warrior" recognized by the kingdom's law.

Wear a sword legally, kill without restraint, and gain glory.

Normally, the subsequent rounds of duels are actually meaningless to most contestants.It is more like a performance to prove the level of their own strength in the same period. New fighters can brag about it and sell themselves well when looking for employers.

——Of course, it’s different now.

Their ranking in the future will directly determine what military rank they can be awarded.

But no matter what, you have to win this game first.

Everyone was excited.

Compared with the number of contestants who were gradually thinning out, the number of people in the audience continued to increase.

The fierceness of the duel makes people's nerves more exciting.

the other side.

The amount of money circulating in the casino has also reached an astonishing number.If you are lucky enough to guess a big surprise, you can even become a rich man in Scone Town, and you don't have to worry about food and drink for the rest of your life - provided you can get out of here safely.

To everyone's surprise, the contestants who were able to stand now were not booked by veterans of the rematch, as they originally imagined.

Most of the people on the field were new faces that everyone had never seen before.

Gamblers with chicken thieves try to obtain their information through secret bribes to predict the winning rate in advance... However, some of them cannot even be explained by the organizers, and the information is unclear.

I can only say that the kingdom is huge, full of wonders, and capable people.

Among them, there is one person who is particularly eye-catching——

"Lubeiyou..."

The white-haired young man walked into the arena and someone murmured.

He still wore the same simple and smart attire, like a traveler and vagabond, but the way people looked at him was different.

They pay attention to Lu Beiyou, not because of how strong this person is, but because his way of winning is really unique.

Every time, he would grab a weapon at random and without swinging it, he would just throw it out and knock his opponent off the field.

Tried and tried.

In the first three rounds of the showdown, Lu Beiyou used iron rods - which made his opponent in the fourth round aware of an opportunity.

Although this weirdo has great strength, he doesn't seem to be very adaptable to the serious use of weapons.

After all, the iron rod is a blunt weapon. At their level, as long as they can withstand the first blow without suffering too serious injuries - the opponent's weapon will fall away, and then it's time to fight back.

In fact, Lu Beiyou's opponent in the third round was barely knocked out of the circle, and was only awarded a loss according to the rules.

In the fourth round, my friend was full of confidence. He entered the stage early, stepped firmly and made a blocking gesture, and crossed his arms to protect all the vital points.

When Lu Meng came on stage, he was indeed repeating his old tricks.

Only this time what he smashed out was a mace, covered with terrifying spikes.

As a result, apart from the weakling in the first round, this guy was the most seriously injured.

"Mr. Lu... do you want to try this?"

Just as Lu Meng was moving his muscles, a guard came over.

He was also holding a steel rod in his hand, the surface of which was as smooth as new.

"Huh?" Lu Meng wondered, "Why."

"It was given to you by a distinguished guest," the guard said helplessly. "He said that although our weapons are old, we should use them sparingly."

As he spoke, he motioned with his eyes to the booths in the audience.

This weapon provided by the organizer was borrowed every time, but it ended up being scrapped as soon as it was smashed out, and it was never returned.

Probably even those big shots can’t stand it anymore.

Lu Meng glanced at the steel rod in the guard's hand. It was made of solid material and had gripping patterns on both ends. It was also made very carefully - at least it wouldn't break when he smashed it.

Although it is not worth much money, it is more valuable than all the previously used weapons combined.

This cost saving is unjustifiable.

He smiled and pointed to his feet.

There was a long cloth bag placed there.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I am a blacksmith," Lu Meng said, "I brought a handy weapon today."

Guard Shaq: "..."

Do you have one yourself and still use ours?

And according to this man's tactics, what kind of weapon is suitable for him...a big iron lump?

but.

The guard can actually understand what the other person is doing.

From the time Lu Beiyou came on stage until now, no one has been able to guess his true strength.

In the first few rounds of duels, there were many people who prematurely exposed the style they were good at. As a result, their opponents found ways to restrain themselves, resulting in huge upsets.

The current rounds of Lu Beiyou's duels may seem eye-catching and high-profile, but they are just fun for outsiders.

To real potential opponents, he is probably the most mysterious of the contestants.

"Human, travel to the north!"

"Human, Huang Jun!"

In the fifth game, it was Lu Meng's turn to play again.

"Yeah." He picked up the bag and walked forward.

This time the opponent is also a human, which is a little surprising.

The vast majority of those who signed up for the auditions were from the Shaq tribe, and the foreigners who dared to participate were more or less self-reliant on their ability, so relatively speaking, they had a higher probability of advancement.

But in terms of absolute proportion, humans plus bees account for less than one-tenth of the total.

Among them, Lu Meng and Xiao Huo accounted for two.

Now he actually faced another human being.

——Lu Meng was originally looking forward to seeing people with bones participating in the competition, but unfortunately he did not find any of these mechanical species.It seems that they lived a long life and lived well.

"Click."

Lu Meng stepped onto the competition ring, but under his feet was a wooden platform that had been built.

At this stage, the space in the arena has become much more abundant, and the merchants undertaking the event have also begun to do face-saving projects, which will appear to have more commercial value.

More importantly, fences are used to separate the spectators from the contestants, so as not to interfere with the duel and prevent injuries to others.

A middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life had been waiting on the stage.

He leaned against the fence, holding the handle of the knife at his waist with one hand.

"Lu Beiyou?" The man raised his thumb and unsheathed a fine steel knife.

It is difficult for such a light knife to cut through the enemy's armor on the battlefield, but it can easily penetrate the human body.

However, Thunder Arena does not allow armor, and users who are good at light swords originally need to travel lightly in exchange for extreme speed.

The format worked in his favour.

"Huang Jun." Lu Meng nodded, "Were you a warrior from United City before?"

The opponent's tiger's mouth is covered with thick calluses, the marks left by years of hard practice.

If ordinary mercenaries and drifters lack the support of others, it would be difficult for them to have the time and energy to devote themselves to practicing sword skills - they can only learn from actual combat.

"It's all in the past." Huang Jun said calmly, "Why, are you still planning to hit me down?"

The scope of the new arena is four times larger than the previous small circle, and you can move around at will.

Even if he is hit, he will not end easily.

As he spoke, his feet began to move, walking slowly around Lu Meng.

Huang Jun's footsteps are steady and he hits the ground with every step, ensuring that he can quickly exert force in both offense and defense.

His figure seems to be loose, but in fact he is always trying to sneak into the blind spot of Lu Meng's sight. This can constantly force the opponent to change his response attitude until the flaw is exposed.

Lu Meng turned a blind eye to his intentions.

He just held the bag and stood there quietly.

"Samurai..." Lu Meng said, "With your strength, you can be considered above average in the United City. Why come to the Shaker Kingdom?"

In terms of actual combat level, a formal warrior is at least level 50.Again, the gradient of strength is pyramid-shaped. Although he is still in the middle of the top, he has already surpassed most of the people around him.

Huang Jun was silent for a moment.

"You haven't been to Union City. You don't know. There are only two things that are really useful there."

"Bloodline and coinage."

"All power... flows along these two things."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly rose up, the knife from his waist jumped out, and stabbed Lu Meng straight into the back of the heart.

Huang Jun also wondered why his opponent didn't keep up with his movements - maybe he didn't want to fall into the enemy's rhythm, or maybe he was simply inexperienced and unaware.

However, this was originally a conspiracy.

If you don't respond, it's the same as letting the enemy enter the blind spot behind you.

This former samurai never fully drew his sword, just to save the extremely fast blade at the moment of unsheathing for a fatal stab.

His knife has always been fast.

Huang Jun's boss once took him to discuss business with competitors.The other party's samurai actually pulled out a ninja sword from under the table and swung it at his master's house.

A moment ago, the two sides were polite, sitting opposite each other, toasting each other.

The next moment, the wine glass was filled with bright red plasma, which melted like ink.

However, it was not Huang Jun's family that fell, but the other party and the warrior.

Because Huang Jun was faster than them, his knife was hidden under the skirt of the restaurant maid. During the interview, he seemed to be affectionate, but in fact, he kept holding the handle of the knife tightly with his palm.

At the moment when the clothes were torn, Huang Jun also slit their throats.

Gorgeous fabrics and blood flying.

This was a long time ago.

Back on the Thunder Arena, Huang Jun stabbed out with the same speed.

He was very pleased that the knife did not slow down - this meant that his heart had not completely grown old.

But just before the tip of the knife was about to pierce the opponent's back, Huang Jun flipped his wrist, causing the knife to miss a few inches.

In this way, it will not penetrate the heart and lungs, and at most it will only cut through the shoulder blades.

I have never killed anyone because of hatred, it was just the mission of my master.

Now that Huang Jun has separated from his master's family, he came to the Shaq Kingdom just to live an ordinary life, and there is no need to provoke others.

He doesn't like killing people either.

Moreover, Huang Jun and the others secretly inquired.

This Lu Beiyou seems to be a weapons craftsman, and he is considered worthy of friendship.

It would be enough for him to be injured, unable to pick up a weapon, and retreat when faced with difficulties.

"Zheng!"

There was a loud bang.

What caught Huang Jun's eyes was not the flying blood, but his own surprised face.

One side also showed the reflection of the knife bending under the force.

'Mirror? 'He thought subconsciously.

……wrong!
It was a long knife that was two palms wide!

The cloth bag was torn open by a sharp blade, revealing a black-gold blade, as smooth as a mirror.

It was this broad blade that firmly resisted the tip of the blade before the last moment.

Lu Meng's speed is indeed not as fast as Huang Jun, but he only needs to accurately capture the opponent's timing.

——That was the moment when the voice changed.

Enough to come first.

Lu Meng held the long knife in his hand and tilted his head slightly.

Huang Jun happened to meet his gaze, and suddenly felt that the light hidden in his eyes seemed colder than the blade of a knife.

Before the warrior could react, Lu Meng pressed down with one hand.

The sword struck Huang Jun head-on!

"Snapped!"

The sword in his hand could not block this powerful and heavy blow, and he was hit hard on the forehead.

There was plenty of light in the arena, but Huang Jun's eyes suddenly went dark, and stars flashed everywhere.

He had no choice but to use his instincts developed through years of hard training to block with his sword.

However, just when each sword strike was about to be completed, the opponent was always able to interrupt it with just the right force, forcing Huang Jun's energy back.

He completely lost the opportunity.

The other party is also a master of swordsmanship!
And maybe even better than myself.

Aren't you a blacksmith?
No matter from any angle, it’s not doing your job properly, right?
Huang Jun resisted the urge to question and retreated under the opponent's slashes.

"boom!"

Suddenly, his back hit something so hard that his muscles hurt.

- It's a fence.

The next moment, Huang Jun's neck felt cold.

The cleaver was placed on it, making a depression.

His back instantly felt wet, and the cold sweat leaked out as if a valve had been opened.

Only then did Huang Jun realize that in the previous confrontation, Lu Beiyou had always used the back of the knife.

Otherwise, in just this moment, he would be dead.

In the Thunder Arena, killing someone is not a fault, but rather a sign of bravery.

"Travel to the north, win!" Seeing this, the guard in charge quickly announced.

Huang Jun's hand loosened and the knife fell to the ground.

It's both relaxing and disappointing.

At this time, the result came from the other side of the stage: "Huang Jie, wins!"

Lu Meng noticed that Huang Jun had a hint of surprise on his face when he heard the news.

He put away the knife and asked: "Relatives?"

"Well, my brother is more talented in swordsmanship than me." Huang Jun was very excited, "Just now...thank you, Master Beiyou."

After all, the other party was showing mercy, so Huang Jun decided to speak frankly.

"The question you asked me before - no one is willing to leave their hometown unless absolutely necessary."

...He killed his master with his own hands.

Because the master wanted to hand Huang Jie over, in order to please the hooded guard of a nobleman - it was just that his younger brother was a little slow in bowing to the nobleman.

The bulging back is an eyesore for adults.

Huang Jun found out later that the nobleman had just mentioned it casually and quickly forgotten about the common man.

However, the hooded guards still keep it in mind, and they will not miss any opportunity to impress their master.

Huang Jun became a samurai just for his family, and of course he couldn't let go.

"...Now, we just want a better life."

Lu Meng glanced at the nearby arena.

The man named Huang Jie looked much younger and more energetic than Huang Jun. He was holding a blood-stained knife and waving to his brother.

And his opponent was a burly Shaq, covering the wound on his shoulder, his head lowered and silent.

The heavy segmented ax fell to the ground.

Segmented ax is actually better for group battles rather than single combat, while knife fighting is just the opposite. The competition system is indeed very beneficial to these brothers.

Lu Meng thought for a while and said to Huang Jun: "Just retreat when you face difficulties."

What do you mean?
Huang Jun was taken aback.

In fact, according to the Thunder Arena schedule, even if they lose in the fifth game, there is still a chance for a revival game.

This was originally intended to try not to miss those who were strong enough to qualify as warriors.

But in this special competition, the opportunity to 'resurrection' is extremely precious.

Huang Jun was about to ask, but the white-haired young man had already walked off the stage carrying his strange sword.

(End of this chapter)