Black-haired Knight King of Chaldea

Chapter 111 The First Gladiatorial Fight

Because heroic spirits are different from human beings, the specifications are different. The battles between heroic spirits and heroic spirits are often very fierce, and the viewing level is excellent. In order to stir up the atmosphere before they appear on the stage, the owner of the arena racked his brains and arranged three slave battles. Gladiator.

It was a normal slave gladiator fight, with bare-chested gladiators wearing fancy helmets swinging their weapons and fighting chaotically at each other.

The fighting skills are unpretentious and unremarkable, and everyone wields their weapons in order to put the other party to death.Short swords, long spears, shields, and something like a glove on your hands, and even fishing nets, which are confusing weapons. Fujimaru Tachika looked at them for a while, feeling bored.

For girls, watching two men fighting is not much fun.

and……

And blood.

Once a small mistake occurs, blood can be seen.

After fighting for more than three minutes, it was obvious that there were three or four bloodstains on one side, Fujimaru Tateka felt sick, and simply turned his head sideways.

However, this small action was misunderstood by the owner, who thought that this girl with a noble face (after all, Fujimaru Tatsuka did not end the battle but let other people fight, giving people a noble feeling) was bored, hurry up Two games were temporarily added to try to stir up the atmosphere, but the audience was boiling, but Fujimaru Tachika still refused to watch.

(Ah, I was negligent. They bring so many brave men, how can they value the battle of the weak!)
Thinking of this, the host hurriedly arranged for the heroic spirits to play.

"Next! The much-anticipated gladiatorial fight! It's finally about to begin!"

The Roman who announced the curtain shouted loudly.

You know, there were no amplifiers in that era, except for an inexplicable golden microphone in the hands of Emperor Nero, who could only use his voice to shout, and those who could announce the curtain in the arena, without exception, all had a loud voice man.

Accompanied by his shout, the wooden gate in front of Yagi Yusai and Arash was opened.The Roman who was dressed on one side said, "Which of the two brave men will play first?"

Yagi Xuesai looked at Alexander and said with a smile, "Why don't I come first."

"Huh?...Okay! Then I'll enjoy it here."

The young Alexander smiled without insisting too much.

Yagi Xuesai thought clearly: there is a decisive gap between himself and Alexander.

Alexander is a true servant, able to liberate treasures independently, and possesses skilled fighting skills.In the true sense, there is no one in a million brave.

As the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy and win a hundred battles. Now who can tell, [what is the situation]?Someone has to find the way.

What Yagi Xuesai is doing now is like the spies sent out during the ancient march. He didn't want to win at the beginning, but just wanted to explore as much as possible for Alexander.

For example, the opponent's fighting habits, such as the special rules of gladiatorial fights and so on.

and……

Yagi Yusai clenched the invisible sword in his hand.

Your own sword is an invisible weapon, which is also very beneficial. If the enemy is not sure about his weapon, he will be cautious and use more tentative attacks.

I am not completely out of luck.

Taking a deep breath, the heart bursts out a considerable amount of blue magic power and pours it into the body with a degree visible to the naked eye.This is the experience [Magic Power Release] taught by Altria-Alter, the Black King.

This is also the reason why the King of Knights can rely on his petite female body to confront many warriors head-on.

Yagi Xuesai waved his weapon, put the holy sword on his shoulder, and walked out generously.

Outside the fence, the blue sky was clean and dazzling, the sun shone on the loess of the arena, and there was a slight smell of blood steaming.There have been five slave fights in a row, and people died in the arena every time. There are obvious traces of bleeding in the loess, mixed with the soil, showing a scorched black color.

Opposite Yagi Xuezhai was someone who had met once before.

The upper body is naked, the lower body is a cross skirt that is common in Japan, and the samurai with the ponytail is standing there holding the long sword as tall as a person in his hand.

"We met again. So I said, fate is really a coincidence."

When Sasaki Kojiro said this, he couldn't understand the meaning in his words, was it emotion?Still excited?

"...To be able to fight against the great swordsman in Japanese legend. If this is made into a big river drama, I feel like it will be popular all over Japan."

(PS: Dahe drama is unique to Japan, and it is a long-form Japanese historical TV series, such as "Sanada Maru", which was popular some time ago.)
"This sentiment is really interesting."

Sasaki Kojiro smiled, probably amused by his wonderful impression.

This person is indeed different from ordinary opponents.

very funny.very interesting.

Sasaki Kojiro lowered his sword, waiting for Yagi Yusai to make a move.

In the auditorium, Matthew pushed Fujimaru Tateka's shoulder and whispered, "Senior, it's Yagi-senpai's match."

Hearing Yagi, Fujimaru Tateka turned his eyes back to the arena with displeasure, and his face blushed suddenly when Yagi Yusai and Sasaki Kojiro confronted each other.

"He, he, he, why don't they wear clothes..."

"Ah, it's the Roman rule. You know, don't Japanese sumo wrestlers also wear clothes?"

Arash gave the answer with a smile. Fujimaru Tachika was surprised that he, a Persian, could name such a Japanese sport as sumo. At this moment, the sound of crisp metal clashes resounded through the sky.

Accompanied by a clang, everyone's attention was drawn to the arena. In the circular space, the man holding the invisible sword blocked the blow of the sword warrior.

"My swordsmanship is the so-called [evil way]. If it is an ordinary person, the first strike can take its head. Be careful. Although it won't kill you, but... it will hurt."

Sasaki Kojiro seemed to want to comfort him, so he said.

"You're so gentle, Sasaki. But don't underestimate me. Can you handle this Wuying sword?"

Yagi Xuesai also smiled, clenched the hilt of the holy sword tightly, and gave a low shout, only to see that the blue magic power on his body almost formed a thick lump of storm, which exploded from his wrist in an exaggerated form like an explosion, The magic power of rolling shot out from the edge where the two weapons were handed over in an instant. Sasaki Kojiro stepped on his foot and drew back the long knife. With a rattling sound of clogs, he had already retreated seven or eight steps away.

Yagi Yusai would not give up this advantage, stepped on the ground with his feet, his magic power exploded along his boots, and he flew out like an arrow from the string, grasping the hilt of his sword with both hands, and slashed towards Sasaki Kojiro.

This is the swordsmanship that Siegfried taught him.

Typical European...or, typical German sword technique!
(End of this chapter)