Three Philosophical Questions for Travelers

Little Violet got up earlier than him, and when Fasnat got up, she was writing something. "What are you doing?" Fassnut asked her.

"Huh?" She closed the notebook and said, "The bill."

"What bill?"

"It's... the bills of daily life." She whispered, and quietly stuffed the "bills" into the drawer.Fassnut didn't ask, after all, everyone has a little privacy.

Then little violet went to prepare breakfast for him and feed him.Before leaving, Little Violet puts on the armor for him.Fassnut didn't know what kind of enemy he would encounter this time, so it was better to be fully prepared.He connected the long and short knives to the broken arm and fixed them with a metal pin buckle. Afterwards, Little Violet anointed his weapon with holy oil, and tidied his collar and hair.

"Victory to you," she said finally.

At eight o'clock in the morning, he came to the arena as agreed.At this moment, there was already a long queue of people buying tickets at the gate of the arena.There seemed to be more people coming this time than last time. The woman selling tickets shouted to maintain order, but the people in the line were eager to push forward.

The appearance of Fassnut caused commotion, and many people gathered around, mostly women.The female monkeys threw flowers, garlands, incense powder and cloth at him, and some people tried to kiss him. Fassnet ignored these people and went straight to the arena.The woman behind him screamed non-stop, and his attention was already on the arena.He walked through the narrow corridor and came to the rest room of the gladiators.This time, there were seats, water and spirits in the rest room, as well as some spare weapons.Fassnut sat on the chair and drank some water, thinking: Who is my enemy today?A witcher or a monster?

Fassnat stared at his two knives, his face reflected on the smooth blades, and he felt stronger and more belligerent than before.He fantasized about the scene for a while in his mind, severed limbs, blood, screams and victory.The phantom limb felt again, but this time instead of pain, it itched excitedly.

Suddenly, fragments of memory flashed in his mind - giants, gods, and ancient battlefields.

The dream, he thought to himself, the dream of the devil, it is bewitching me, making me crazy.

Priest Karimos asked him more than once to complete the assessment as soon as possible and then graduate from here. "The longer you procrastinate, the harder the evil will erode your soul. Fasnat, your time is running out." Said the priest.

But Fasnat still has to earn enough 1 bone coins, and he wants to leave with his stupid slave—no, he doesn't like her, he doesn't love her, he doesn't want to marry her, and he doesn't want to have a baby with her To raise children, he just wants a servant who can take care of his life—yes, Fasnat thinks so in his heart.

At this moment, a red light flashed in the arena, and the audience cheered.

It's time.Fassnut walked out the door, and what greeted him was a dazzling red light, followed by countless bouquets, hats, and coins... Women screamed and blew kisses; Fassnut couldn't hear clearly, and he didn't bother to listen.

The Lord of the Arena stood on the tower as usual.Today, she is still wearing a bright red dress, with heavy makeup, and she poses charmingly on the tower, like men flirting.

"Where is my gladiator?" Knightway said aloud.

The audience cheered, but Fassnut did not see his opponent.Knightway asked again: "Where is my gladiator?" This time the audience's voice was much smaller. When she asked for the third time, no one cheered in the auditorium, and it was replaced by a confused voice.

"Well, you cowards, I know that none of you dare to challenge Fasnat." She said to everyone in the audience, "There are warriors among you, there are fierce hunters or mercenaries, Ranger, but you dare not! No one dares to challenge him on stage today?"

The scene was silent, with occasional laughter.Fassnet looked at Netway suspiciously, but the woman still smiled calmly.

Then she said, "Well, I know what you want." She opened her arms and said in a loud voice, "If anyone can beat him, he will get five thousand bone coins!"

The auditorium was in an uproar. At this time, Naitewei slammed the big bell on the tower, and then continued: "And I, the master of the arena, will spend the night with you." She lifted the skirt high, let go of her hands just before revealing her private parts, and let the long skirt fall.

The red dress was like fire, igniting the stands.

Fassnut Invincible, II

Fassnut Invincible, II

"Come on, come on, come on! My warriors, the honor, the bone coins, and me! They are all waiting for you to come and get them!" Natway danced enchantingly on the tower, and she was emotional The voice made one's ears go soft, "But only one person can get all of this, so who is the first challenger?"

"I come!"

A stout mercenary jumped down from the stands.

It was a bearded man with three scars on his face, probably from the scratches of wild animals; he wore hard leather armor, and carried a large axe and a wooden shield.Knightway took the lead in applauding, and then said, "Warrior, name your name!"

The man said: "Tane!"

"Tarn! The first warrior! The first and possibly the last. Now, the one-on-one deathmatch begins!" Natway waved his arm, and the iron fence door behind Fassnat fell down, and the four sides of the stands The torches were lit and the people shouted.

A man named Tarn came up, struck the shield with an axe, and shouted at Fasnat: "Little boy! Go home and eat your mother's tits!"

Fassnut looked this man up and down, and after two seconds he realized that this man was not qualified to wrestle with him at all.He looked towards the tower and said, "Is this the kind of stuff you're going to send me?"

"This is just the beginning," Knightway said with a smile.

Their conversation apparently enraged the gladiator, who rushed towards Fasnat, shouting, "I want to drink your blood!"

Fassnat swung the heavy knife in his left hand and slashed at him, the man blocked with the shield, so Fassnat split the shield with the man, the blade split the shield in two, and then cut off the man's arm, After cutting open his chest, the man let out a scream and fell into a pool of blood.

The audience applauded loudly, and Natway also applauded, and she said loudly, "Where is the next warrior?"

With the lessons learned from the past, the audience became much more sensible, but some people still couldn't help the temptation to rush off the stage.

"Jerico!" It was a stunned young man, not much older than Fassnut, he shouted hoarsely, looking fierce.But Fassnut knew that he was cruel and inward.

"Go back." Fassnut said to him, "I'll give you a chance."

"I..." He froze for a moment, but the audience was shouting his name, some even shouted the wrong pronunciation, but indeed everyone was cheering him on, as if he was a glorious warrior.Fassnut knew that these audiences wanted to see him die—they wanted to kill this man with words.

The young man couldn't get off the tiger, so he bite the bullet and shouted: "Let's fight! I'm a fighter too!"

"Ok."

Fassnut walked over to him.

He just walked over slowly, without running, jumping, or posing, but the man was so frightened that he waved his saber like a mad dog, backed up while waving, and shouted: "I'm not afraid of you! Don't you!" come over!"

So the cheering of the audience turned into laughter, and the man's face became even redder.Fassnut said at this time: "Go back."

"I..." He was still hesitating.

Fassnat kicked him on the wrist suddenly, and the man's weapon flew immediately, "Go back!" The blue-eyed warrior roared.

The man was trembling with fright, and shouted, "I won't fight anymore!" While shouting, he climbed back to the stands, and people scolded him, laughed at him, and hit him with rotten vegetables and eggs.

A contemptuous laugh came from Netway's nose, and Fasnat looked at her and asked, "Is it interesting?"

The corners of Netway's eyes twitched, "I'll give you something interesting!" After saying this, she rang the big bell. She stepped on the fence of the high tower with one hand and held the bell hammer, and said loudly: "Is there no third person? Is this the end?"

There was booing and laughter, and Knightway nodded and said, "Well then, you cowards, I'll change the rules for you—it's not one-on-one, it's three-on-one! She smiled and said, "Three against one, as long as you can beat him, that is your victory."

Someone immediately shouted: "If three people win, how will the prize be divided?"

Netway said: "Five thousand bone coins per person!"

"how about you?"

She blew a kiss and said, "I can accompany each of you for one night, or three of you together, you decide!"

In an instant, eight people jumped off the stage.

Fassnut also smiled, and asked, "Master of the arena..."

"Call me by name." She interrupted Fassnut, "Nay, Te, Wei."

Fassnut ignored her and said, "I'm asking you! Do you want me to hit eight at a time?"

"Not yet." Netway sneered, and then pointed, "You, you, you! You three come first!"

There was no need to declare their names, and the three immediately raised their weapons and surrounded Fasnat.Fassnut didn't attack immediately. He looked at the three people. There were two witchers here, and the other one walked steadily and had scars on his body. He might also be a veteran.

The enemy taunted him loudly, but did not take the initiative to attack.Fassnut thought to himself: They are trying to provoke me to do it, so as to catch my flaws.

But I have no flaws.

So he rushed to the person closest to him.It was a strong man with a shirtless upper body, with wolves and tigers tattooed on his body, and a heavy sword in his hand.He slashed over with his sword, and Fasnat lowered his body like a charging cheetah.The blade brushed past Fasnat's head, and the heavy knife in his left hand slashed at the man's leg, and with the force of the charge, he cut off the opponent's thigh with one blow.The man fell down screaming, hugging the broken leg and wailing.

Then the chaos began.

The cheers were overwhelming, covering the shouts and screams, and Knightway let out a piercing laugh on the tower, saying: "My brave warriors, I love you! My audience, place your bets! Did the blue-eyed warrior die under the knife, or did he slaughter all the warriors in the arena? Those who bet on Fasnat throw their money into the left chute, and those who bet on the warriors throw their money into the right chute! , get rich overnight!"

Stimulated by money, the cheers became deafening, and a storm of various shouts raged in the arena.Fassnut is in the center of the storm, but his fighting spirit is even crazier than the storm.He had been in phantom pain since that day, and now he was going to give back the pain that fate had bestowed on him.

A bearded man with a two-handed ax slashed at Fasnat. Fasnat chopped off his arm and pierced his eye with a knife.At this time, when he heard someone behind him cursing the southern dialect, he backhanded and slit the man's throat—blood spurted out from the middle of the throat and splashed on the back of Fasnet's neck, which was warm and slippery. .

Come again!Come again!More blood, more death!

Fassnut is invincible, three

Fassnut is invincible, three

The audience was screaming, the enemy was screaming, and Fasnat swung his two knives, making the blood burn.

He decapitated his enemies, enjoying the feel of decapitation—skin, blood vessels, muscles, cervical spine, he could distinguish the subtle differences, his non-existent phantom limb became extremely sensitive.His muscles became more flexible, his limbs became more coordinated, and the enemy's blood seemed to be a lubricant, lubricating every joint in his body.

Every time he kills a person, his strength seems to increase by one point-then his fighting spirit increases by three points, and his madness increases by ten points.

The eyes began to brighten, the blue eyes were stained red with blood, and everything in the field of vision emitted a strange dark red.He felt that his limbs were getting faster, while the enemy's movements were getting slower and slower.The surrounding sounds are also slowing down, becoming distorted and distorted, only he is speeding up, his knife is faster than time.

Every time a knife ends a life, an unknown number of people fall at his feet.Knightway is still increasing the size, three-on-one has become five-on-one, ten-on-one...the more the better!Fassnut didn't feel tired, he fought more and more courageously.

There are more and more enemies, and they are more and more fierce. There are experienced witchers, mercenaries who came in a team, and many candidates who have passed the assessment.A hideous dwarf with a pair of knives came at him, yelling, "I want to fuck Nateway! I want to eat her tits!" while laughing maniacally.His knife was extremely fast, and Fasnat was a little embarrassed to parry for a while. At this moment, he felt a gust of wind coming from behind, and then someone slashed his back with a knife.The blade tore through the leather armor and cut open his skin. He felt blood flow out as soon as his back became hot, followed by burning pain.

But strangely, he didn't hate the feeling—the pain, like the sharpness of a strong drink, was a beautiful pain.

Pain will not extinguish him, what will not kill him will only make him stronger.

The dwarf's knife also stabbed at him, but he didn't block this time, he raised the heavy knife in his left hand and smashed it head-on.

The moment the dwarf's sharp blade pierced his skin, the heavy knife cut the dwarf's head in half.So the subsequent strength of that knife disappeared, and it only caused him to bleed a little.Then he slashed open the attacker's throat with a backhand knife, twisted his waist forcefully, turned the heavy knife on his left arm, and tore open the chest of a young warrior.

He was injured, and the blood flowed out from the wound and fell to the ground drop by drop.Those who besieged him laughed, maybe in their view, this blue-eyed beast had reached the end of its blow, but they didn't know that Fasnat was even stronger after bleeding.

This is just the beginning, the beginning of awakening.

Knightway encouraged these people on the tower, tempting them with money and beauty; the audience was cheering and shouting "blood".So the rest of the fighters rushed forward, and Fasnat saw that he was surrounded.He felt that he was among the wolves and was about to be torn to pieces in an instant.

But he is not a sheep.

He found that feeling again, everything slowed down in his eyes; he danced in the shadow of swords and swords, and all attacks were unreal.His two knives drew beautiful arcs between flesh and blood—the bright red arcs connected together, connecting death into a gorgeous pattern.He found the mysterious rhythm in the killing - when to attack, when to dodge, when to slit the enemy's throat, when to lick the blood on the blade, when to perform an elegant dance, when to pose The posture of art, when to present a gift to the audience... He understands it all, he understands it, he already understands it.He is no longer a beast in the arena, but a great artist on the stage.

He finally understood the joy of the arena.The blood melted his heart, unleashed his passion, made his eyes turn red.He no longer had to think about every move, completely emptied his mind, and then the ancient memories emerged.He knew that it was the memory of the vicious demon, but he had no desire to resist at all, and only wanted to merge with that ancient soul.

He saw the strange color spectrum that cannot be distinguished by human eyes, and the bright colors of refining demons. The words composed of many colors shocked his soul.Hundreds of thousands of reds are coming, each color is an independent symbol, and the symbols are arranged and combined to form a long river of bright red, which is not only a magnificent epic, but also a moving picture.

He reads that scroll, and he sees living history.

So that scene happened again.He saw the warrior again, he saw the giant and the ancient battlefield, he saw the burning kingdom of God.The samurai is a drop of ink on a scarlet scroll, and the enemy is a sea of ​​blood.The samurai fought in a pool of blood just like him, and the more he fought, the more courageous he became. In an instant, he felt that he had a certain resonance with the ancient fierce monster.For a moment he felt fear—no!The devil is bewitching me!no!

With this thought, his memory ended.He waved his knife at the air in a daze, only to realize that there was no living person left beside him.

The arena was dead silent.

All the cheers stopped, and the arena was as quiet as he was the only one.Netway watched him from the tower, her throat wriggling, but she didn't speak.Fassnut moved his steps and found that the soles of his shoes were stuck with blood plasma, and every step was a bloody footprint.

There were corpses all around him, and there was no place to stay.

He had forgotten how many people he had killed, maybe dozens, maybe hundreds, which was more than all the people he had killed before combined.He said to himself, these people are all bad guys, killing in the arena is not killing.But even so, he couldn't take his eyes off the blood.

"You've done well, but how much longer can you fight?" said Knightway.

Fasnat was immediately angry when he heard this, and he said loudly, "Call another hundred people! Call one thousand, ten thousand! Let the whole temple come and kill me , I'll accompany you!" He held up the blood-stained blade and roared like challengers all over the world, "Open your eyes and see, you idiots! See how many people have died? How much blood has been shed? I tell you, No matter how many people come, they will end up in the same way!" He swung his right hand violently, and the blood splashed on the high wall three feet away, turning into a crimson abstract painting.

"Very good!" Netway's voice became strange, the voice was high-pitched, not as charming as before.She stared at Fasnat and said, "Now you are going to face the real master of the arena."

Fassnut couldn't wait a long time ago. No matter how many these people killed, it would be just an appetizer. What he wanted to kill was a fierce demon. "Okay! Tell it to come out!" he said, pointing the knife at Netway.

So Netway turned over and jumped off the tower.

Amid the exclamation, the dress of the Arena Master turned into a red mist, and the red mist supported her body, causing her to fall to the ground slowly.In the red mist, Natway was as naked as a baby.

"You actually..." Fasnat was speechless in surprise.

"Are you surprised?" A cloud of red mist surrounded Netwig like a mischievous elf, "The master of the arena - of course, is me, what do you think? Baby!"

Fassnut is invincible, four

Fassnut is invincible, four

"Are you a monster?" Fasnat asked her.

"Half."

"Then I'll kill half your life." After saying this, Fasnat rushed towards the cloud of red mist.The silent auditorium boiled up again, and the blood and red mist blended together, becoming a bright red scroll in his memory.

Netway's red mist seems to be nothing, but it is actually a real weapon.The red mist solidified in the air, turning into countless sharp blades and attacking Fasnat.Fassnat suddenly felt that there were dozens of enemies around him. He swung his two knives, forming an impenetrable metal storm. The two knives collided with the red mist blade, and the sound of golden cries was endless.However, within three seconds, he voluntarily withdrew from the storm—his physical strength was running low, and he couldn't help being exhausted like this.

Seeing his decline, the audience immediately shouted.Fassnut heard someone cursing him when a spear of red mist flew into the audience and impaled an ugly man in the neck.Then Knightway said to the audience:

"I don't allow anyone to insult him - Fasnat, you are mine!" At the end, her voice was already cold.

So they fought again.

This time Fasnat did not rush into the red mist, he concentrated on dealing with the frontal attack.Netwig's red mist was changeable, sometimes it was a weapon, sometimes it was armor, and Fasnat couldn't break through her defense.When he's at a disadvantage, the crowd's shouts are superfluous and only distract him.But what irritated him even more was Knightway's sneer, a woman who knew how to seduce a man, including making people angry.