Riding and Slashing

Chapter 5 My Dinar
"How... how lonely it is to be invincible..."

Seeing that everything was going well, Li Ang went downstairs humming, the semi-finals were about to begin.

The format of the semi-finals is foot combat, two-handed sword confrontation.

On the one hand, this can increase the viewing experience, on the other hand-probably the fat boss is obviously not suitable for a spear duel considering Fucher's poor riding skills and strength.

Just like what Li Ang said, what if he falls off the horse himself?
But what is unexpected is that this semi-final, which everyone thought would have no surprises, unexpectedly went wrong.

Forscher had acted bravely at first, rushing forward with his two-handed swords up and slashing wildly, while Li Ang had also cooperated with blocking left and right, showing an appearance of retreating steadily.

But unfortunately, in the last match, the horse that was stabbed by Li Ang made a hole before it fell to the ground, which caused Fucher to step on the ground and fell to the ground...

What's even more unfortunate is that when Fucher stepped into the air, he happened to be making a full-strength slashing action-as a result, not only Li Ang, but even the audience who were closer to the sidelines heard a crisp "crack".

Then, Fucher dropped the sword, hugged his feet and howled in pain...

Now it's useless for Li Ang to pretend to lose, because the only weapon in this match is the two-handed sword.

And in any battle or competition, throwing down all weapons has only one meaning-to admit defeat.

The entire audience, including the Duke and the fat boss in the box, as well as Li Ang himself, were all motionless, staring at this weird scene in stunned amazement.

It wasn't until the attendants entered the arena and carried away Faucher, who couldn't stand up, that the fat boss announced with a sad face that Li Ang had advanced.

"My dinar..."

Li Ang didn't have the joy of a winner at all, and there was a whine in his throat that would make the devil's heart tremble.He just felt that countless little money had grown wings and left him, and together with Alice, they flew into the distance.

"Hey, I can't blame you... Who knew this kind of thing would happen..." The fat boss was also very frustrated. As the undertaker, he would obviously lose countless small money, and he would also have to bear the wrath of Duke Alma.

Fortunately, the Duke of Alma is the Duke of the Sarleon Kingdom, so it is not enough to decide the life and death of him, a Filtzway businessman.

"If you win the championship, can you return the certificate of the Baron of the Blazers to the Duke of Alma?" Li Ang was thinking about how not to anger a powerful prince.

The fat boss shook his head: "This is an award issued by the House of Nobles on behalf of the king. How could it be given to others casually? Besides, Forscher's leg is twisted, and it doesn't make sense for a cripple to get a pioneer certificate. Duke Alma has already left. gone."

Li Ang shook his head and looked at the fat boss: "Forget it, bet on me to win the championship... you can bet as much as you want!"

The fat boss stared at Li Ang: "The opponent in the final is Lord Lehman of the Lion Kingdom, the famous Knight of the Wild Lion in the whole continent! Now that there is no agreement with Master Fucher, Sir Lehman will definitely go all out...and... "

"And what?"

The fat boss sighed heavily: "Duke Alma requested that the finals be changed to a duel with equipment, and you have to use your own equipment to fight. Your skill is nothing to say, but the equipment of the Wild Lion Knight is much better than yours... This is not It is not competition, but combat, you may be killed."

Li Ang gritted his teeth and thought about the small money he lost. If he can't win this game, then the bet he made before - all his savings will be wiped out.

Moreover, according to the habits of these nobles, as long as they fail to achieve their goals, they are already considered sinners.

Judging from the bad temper of the illegitimate young master, he has probably been blamed.

Duke Alma himself probably won't show up in person, but those licking dogs who intend to curry favor with the Duke will definitely try their best to kill themselves!
And the Duke of Alma asked for a costume duel, which was intended to kill him...

So now we can only win the championship!
Get the Pioneer Baron certificate, and before the danger comes, rush to the city of Sarleon to complete the registration and obtain the status of pioneer lord.

The status of a reserve baron can block the dangers on the surface, and the nobles will not kill people openly, but only secretly.

As for the secret... let's talk about it later-although the car may not have a way to the front of the mountain, at least we can resist our eyes before we talk about it.

"You really want to buy yourself to win?" The fat boss felt that he had to re-examine this young man again.

Li Ang nodded: "I can still take out 500 dinars. My odds should be high this time, right?"

The fat boss nodded: "One pays five, not many people are optimistic about you... Li Ang, no matter you win or lose, you have to leave here, be careful all the way."

Li Ang took a deep look at the fat boss, stepped forward and hugged his chubby belly: "Thank you for taking care of me for the past six months, Andrew. In return, I should help you solve some problems... If I win, the winning money It's all yours, just give me the team of Mettenheim prisoners of war and Alice in your hand, and I will buy them."

"...Those guys are serious Mettenheim swordsmen! Their value is far more than this money!"

The fat boss was obviously not happy.

"But you can't control those Mettenheimers, can you? Instead of letting them waste food, it's better to sell it to me."

The group of swordsmen from Mettenheim were very powerful. More than a dozen fellow villagers gathered together. Boss Andrew had nothing to do with them—these guys were attacked by pirates at sea and captured after falling into the sea. Not afraid of death, refused to do anything after being sold to the arena.

As a result, Boss Andrew could only watch this group of strong men lying around all day long, making troubles if they were not given food and drink.

"Okay... I hope you win."

Andrew thought about it, struggled for a while, and finally agreed.

……

The final horn sounded, and Leon donned his chain mail helmet again.

He wears a fairly good set of light chain armor, which he bought with a cost-effective failure a month ago.

In his left hand, he held an old knight's long sword—this was a relic of the original owner's father, and the coat of arms on the hilt had been worn away.

But he didn't hold a shield, and he held an ordinary long lance in his right hand.

The mount is a common black traveling horse.

As for his opponent, Sir Lehman, his plate armor was shiny silver, and the full set of equipment of the Lion Knights was far beyond that of ordinary warriors. The long red tasseled feathers on his helmet indicated that he was an undefeated knight.

The wild lion steel shield and heavy lance in his hands are full of deterrence, and he is carrying a huge silver-plated broadsword on his back. Just by looking at the appearance, he feels murderous.

The horse is also covered with heavy armor, covering the entire body of the horse. The wild lion emblem on the horse armor and cloak is intimidating.

The equipment gap is too big, no matter how you look at it, it is a one-sided competition.

But Li Ang didn't think he had no chance of winning.

Because—under riding a gun, all living beings are equal!

(End of this chapter)