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"It's part of it."

Darcy nodded, then pointed to the people who were closer to the ring, compared to other excited tourists, who were calmer, and continued.

"A lot of adventurers have come to us to give us suggestions. It should be that they have also chatted in private. Anyway, they are all very eager to try."

Neil rubbed his chin and looked at the inside of the ring with interest. The curly-haired young man was being forced by the opponent's long sword and his steps were a little messy.

Although it seemed that the man with the ax was at a disadvantage, in fact the opponent's aura remained relatively stable. On the contrary, the man with the sword rushed to launch a strong attack when he saw that his footsteps were messy. I'm exhausted.

This game is kind of interesting...

"Are there any rules or requirements for this arena?"

"Basically, it's about sparring. Destroying the opponent's weapon or letting the opponent admit defeat is a victory. As long as you finish a game, you can start the next game with two random players. Of course, killing people is prohibited in the game. Attacks for the purpose of killing an opponent are prohibited."

"If you are in a hurry or violate the rules, you will be stopped by the surrounding crew and you will be prohibited from participating in the activity."

Dalsey shrugged and motioned the two to look towards the bow of the ship.

There, Bennett was standing there quietly, watching what was going on in the field.

"I hope that no one of them will make trouble if they are angry. After all, the captain is very strong. Doing so will only make you suffer."

Hmm... With his macho style of painting, he doesn't look like a character to be messed with...

Neil complained silently in his heart.

And while they were talking, the brown-haired young man on the ring was already out of breath, as Neil had imagined, and his movement of swinging his sword became slower.

Seeing that the time was ripe, the curly-haired man finally swung the heavy ax again, and with great force, he pulled away the blade he was swinging towards, and then went around in a circle with inertia, slamming the ax in his hand from top to bottom. The sword flew away.

After flying a few times in mid-air, the sword fell down and hit the board.

Following the cheers from the surrounding crowd, the curly-haired man stepped back slightly, stretched out his hand and pulled the brown-haired young man who had fallen on the ground to his feet.

"I'm willing to admit defeat."

He clutched his numb wrist, said with some regret, took out a few gold coins from his pocket and put them in the hands of the curly-haired man.

"This arena involves money?"

"No, the two of them belong to the same mercenary group. This is a private bet they made."

Dalsey explained to Neil who was a little confused, made him nod his head, and then took a step.

"Are you going to play now?"

Euphemia looked at Neil who was about to walk into the ring in surprise.

"It's the same in the morning and evening anyway, isn't it?"

Neil turned around and shrugged at her, with a hint of expectation on his face.

"Also, my hands are a little itchy. Anyway, if I lose, it doesn't cost me money, so why not?"

After saying that, he took another step, stepped over the rope, and came to the ring.

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Volume 44: The Journey to Polovy: Chapter 44 Chapter [-] The Game with the Adventurer

Compared to other adventurers, Neil seemed a little too young.

This also led to puzzled expressions on the faces of the people around him when he entered the venue.

Neil couldn't help rolling his eyes, pulled out the Blade of Mercy from his waist, and gestured twice in his hand, before they realized that this young man didn't accidentally run in, but planned to compete with others.

"Ah... do you think I'm a brat who came here to play house?"

Neil looked at the arena where no one ran in for a while, and couldn't help but stare with dead fish eyes and complain.

The adventurers also looked at each other in dismay, and finally a man with a machete stepped over the rope in embarrassment and walked up.

"But someone came up, I thought you were going to hang me on the stage like this."

Seeing that someone finally came up, Neil also cheered up, and said with some complaints.

"No way, after all, you are a bit young, and we didn't expect other people to come up suddenly."

He scratched his head and said helplessly.

"Originally, we only planned to kill the time when we were chatting with the adventurers two days ago, but we didn't expect that there would be a stranger, a young man running up."

"Forget it, in a sense I should get used to it..."

Neil sighed, then stood up slightly, holding the Blade of Mercy in his hand.

"My name is Neil, an adventurer who is here to travel."

"Evans is also an adventurer who travels abroad."

He also picked up the knife, turned into a defensive posture, and told Neil his name.

As a relatively casual small competition, the rules are indeed quite loose. As long as two people are ready, there is no need to shout at the beginning, and the fight can start.

Evans held the machete that was like a hook, and rushed straight towards Neil, stabbing the sharp knife point that made people feel stinging towards Neil's chest.

Of course, this blow was quite straightforward, without any hidden killer moves, it was a tentative blow that could be easily blocked.

So Neil only raised the blade slightly, and stuck the scimitar he swung in front of him.

He is stronger than me in terms of strength, is it because of the difference in physical age...

Feeling the strength from the connected weapons, Neil thought silently in his heart.

Then he turned slightly sideways, drawing the power of the blade to the outside, causing the two weapons to separate quickly, and then collided again.

Evans did not rely on his stronger strength to press down on Neil to attack, but after a few tentative swings, he took a few steps back and distanced himself from Neil.

After all, it's just a exchange of ideas. It's normal to attack tentatively to find out the opponent's strength level, then measure your own strength and speed, and choose an appropriate tactical method.

Although he only holds a short knife in his hand, he will subconsciously raise his other empty hand to resist. Is he used to the habit left by two weapons...

While thinking, Evans put his eyes on Neil's waist, but did not see the existence of the second weapon.

He looked at the short blade in Neil's hand again, on which there was what seemed to be a dividing line.

It turned out that it was merged into one knife.

While Evans was thinking, Neil also rushed up, stretched out the blade of mercy, and attacked Evans.

Although he has a certain disadvantage in terms of strength, he is superior in terms of speed.

Neil switched the Blade of Mercy to his right hand and swung it towards Evans' face. As he raised the scimitar to resist, he immediately retracted it and stabbed it in another direction.

Since it was a short weapon, Neil's attack was faster than that of the young man with the long sword in the last round, and it looked more dangerous.

For a moment, Neil's fast attack caused continuous metal collision sounds like iron forging on the ring, which surprised the surrounding people a little.

From the perspective of visual effects alone, the offense and defense between Neil and Evans are stronger than before. However, due to the result of the previous reversal and Neil's young age, some viewers did not agree. Not very optimistic about him.

"This kid's speed is good, and he can last for such a long time."

Compared with the spectators who just watched the excitement, the adventurers who were closer to the ring had a better understanding of the battle, and did not directly draw conclusions about who would win and who would lose.

"On the other hand, Evans, he looks like he is obviously defending and fighting. Do you have any concerns?"

A bearded adventurer couldn't help frowning when he saw Evans constantly retreating from the middle of the ring to the edge.

"The weapon in that kid's hand is weird, and it looks like it can be separated. Evans should be taking this into consideration."

The companion next to him looked at the blade of mercy that Neil was waving, and explained aloud.

"However, judging by his expression, it seems that he has wasted a lot of physical strength to resist that kid's continuous onslaught. Can he still counterattack?"

"It's a bit difficult. If the kid's blade is separated, it is both a flaw and a danger. If Evans can't seize the opportunity, he can only face a more intense onslaught."

"That kid is very strong..."

And on stage, passively swinging a scimitar against short blades coming from all angles, it was not easy for Evans either.

Although he had an advantage in strength, under Neil's onslaught, he also felt a tingling sensation in his arm.

That's not good...my physical strength will be exhausted even faster if I continue to wear it like this.

Evans raised his hand to block Neil's kick, thinking silently in his heart.

There didn't seem to be much fatigue on Neil's face at all. On the contrary, he had spent a lot of energy on defense all the time. If this continued, he would not have much left to fight back.

Evans thought for a while, and slightly relaxed a scimitar that was head-to-head with Neil's blade, and his arms hung down as if they were out of strength.

From an outsider's point of view, it seemed that he had become exhausted due to the constant onslaught and had to stop and rest.

Seeing this, Neil grabbed the handle of the blade with his other hand, causing a flash of light in Evans' eyes.

I finally pulled it out, it really made me wait for a long time...

With Neil's hands slightly exerting force, the Blade of Mercy separated instantly, and two cold lights flashed in the air, attacking Evans.

And Evans also suddenly lost the fatigue just now, like a violent lion, the scimitar in his hand was slashing towards Neil with a swiftness and strength that had never been seen before.

Clang————

The double blades stacked up and collided with the falling scimitar, making a more crisp collision sound than before.

Evans didn't let the stalemate continue for long, he directly raised his leg and kicked Neil's fully opened abdomen fiercely, and the arm holding the scimitar immediately pulled back, trying to push the card away. The double blades on the inside of the scimitar were hooked out of Neil's hand.

In terms of strength, Neil can only use two hands to be on par with him. Even if he raises his leg to block his kick, he can't buffer the force at all.And those two double-edged blades will also be completely hooked off by his scimitar.

When the weapon disengages, it is considered a defeat.

However, just when he thought he had won, Neil's feet jumped up and kicked towards his chest and raised legs respectively under Evans' astonished gaze.

In a hurry, he had to protect his chest with his other hand, blocking the kick.

However, Neil, who used his body as a pedal, also relied on the force of this recoil, and jumped out with the scimitar stuck.

Evans, who was only holding the scimitar in one hand, couldn't resist the huge force from his arm. He dropped the weapon all of a sudden, and retreated several steps back.

"I was turned against the general?"

Evans looked at Neil, who fell on the ground, got up, and reunited the double blades with a smile, and muttered strangely.

Obviously, Neil just wanted to disarm just like him, and his kick followed Neil's wishes, and with the force of the recoil, he pulled his scimitar back. down.

But unlike Evans' complicated mood, the audience who saw the machete dropped saw the match to decide the winner, and they also applauded the victorious Neil.

"Which step did you start counting?"

After taking the scimitar handed over by Neil, Evans asked suspiciously.

"It's all about quick wits. I actually thought you were exhausted at the time."

Neil shrugged and said helplessly, which made Evans sigh.

"It's still careless. If I had been more careful at the time, I should have won."

"Yeah, if I pay more attention, I will lose."

But the match was over, and Evans couldn't say anything more, but after sighing again, he and Neil left the ring from two directions respectively.

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Volume 45: The Journey of Porovie: Chapter 45 Chapter [-] The Small Movements of the Monsters

"It seems that you haven't played enough..."

Seeing the eager expression on Neil's face when he came back, Euphemia couldn't help complaining.

"Sure enough, you have to fight wits and courage with experienced mercenaries to gain experience."

Neil said happily.

"After all, monsters only think about how to fuck me all day long, and the attack methods are almost all violent crushing, and they have to be missed even if they can't beat them. It's really annoying."

"So you don't intend to hunt down all the adventurers on the entire ship in the next time, do you?"

"Of course, this is a great opportunity to exercise. It's safe and easy, and it can pass the time."