Riding and Slashing

Chapter 6 I really don't want to win the championship
Sir Lehman was obviously a crisp and quick person, and he started to charge as soon as he entered the field, and his speed was getting faster and faster.The long tassel on the head fluttered backwards with the charge, and the armored cavalry came head-on, bringing a penetrating sense of oppression.

Li Ang rode his horse obliquely to speed up, let out of Lehman's charge, and started to circle.

Light armor versus heavy armor, the difference in weight, potential energy, and defensive power between the two sides is too large, and hedging is tantamount to death.

He could only rely on his light equipment, light load, and nimble horses to keep dodging Lehman's aggressive charges and thrusts.

The two horses started chasing and fleeing, and when they approached each other occasionally, the relative speed was not too fast, and Li Ang accurately blocked the stabbing spears with his sword and spear.

Li Ang's successful parry time and time again made Sir Lehman realize that this young man has superb skills, and he must sprint with a heavy gun at a high speed in order to break through with strength.

As a result, Lehman charged at full speed again and again. The lance under the high-speed blessing could not be blocked and could only be dodged.

After dodging again and again, Li Ang finally heard Lehman's horse start panting heavily.

He began to consciously distance himself from Lehman, bent down slightly, and raised his lance to challenge Lehman.

This is an invitation to a knight duel!
Applause finally broke out from the booing stands. It seemed that this slippery young man was finally going to face off!
Lehman charged head-on again, while Li Ang led the horse slightly sideways, maintaining a slight angle to hedge over.

He didn't want to repeat the old tricks. Lehman's war horse was wearing heavy armor, which was not so easy to break.

He just wants both sides to be in Lehman's backhand position when the two horses cross.

——This is the backhand position for both right-handed gunners. Backhanded guns are easier to maintain balance. This is a normal duel.

But Li Ang suddenly bit the sword in his left hand in his mouth at this moment, and handed over the lance to his left hand!
He doesn't hold a shield, so it's easy to change hands...

Moreover, he controlled the traveling route of the two horses to a distance that could not be reached by backhand stabs!
Just a little distance, really should be an inch long and an inch strong!

The look on Lehman's face was brilliant!He didn't expect his opponent to have such a move. Judging from the stability of the gun tip, it was obvious that Li Ang was also a good hand with the gun in his left hand.

That's for sure, after all, the proficiency of more than 500 does not distinguish between left and right hands...

But Sir Lehman is not left-handed, he can't switch hands, he can only keep the horse as close as possible to Li Ang's route.

However, the horse that had already sprinted for several rounds in the chasing and fleeing circle was already tired, and the reaction was not so fast...

And this kind of high-speed hedging, the two sides approached each other only in an instant.

Li Ang's left-handed pistol had already protruded obliquely.

Lehman knew that he couldn't stab Li Ang with his backhand at this distance, so he simply raised his shield to protect his head with all his strength, intending to carry it over.

But to his surprise, the lance did not hit the shield, but hit his abdomen, and there was an obvious upward movement!

"Boom!"

"Uh...hm..."

There was the sound of a huge lance cracking, followed by the sound of heavy iron cans and weapons falling to the ground.

Sir Lehman was knocked off his horse by a gunshot, but the plate armor was really good in defense. Except for a little dent in the abdomen, no other trauma was seen.

Li Ang let go of the lance the moment it shattered, took down the sword in his mouth, and started to turn around.

He didn't choose to attack the opponent's face, which was fully defended, he just wanted to knock the opponent off the horse.

Wearing seventy or eighty kilograms of plate armor and falling off the horse, it is almost impossible to ride again without help.And the damage may be higher than cutting the opponent a few times...

Li Ang's equipment is okay against light armor, but against the wild lion knight plate armor, the long sword and wooden spear are basically only enough for scraping.

So Lehman, who was laid off his horse, did not admit defeat.

He groaned and got up, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, took off the two-handed sword on his back, and resumed his fighting stance.

But Li Ang had already turned around on his horse, leaned over and picked lightly with his sword, and just a few steps away from Lehman, he picked up the lance that Lehman dropped into his hand...

This is obviously premeditated!

Sir Lehman shook his head and smiled wryly, coughing frantically.

After coughing up a mouthful of bloody phlegm, he dropped his giant sword, took off his helmet and walked out slowly.

Jazz throw in the towel!
The audience was noisy, they seemed to be more unable to accept this fact than Sir Lehman.

This wild lion knight, who had gone through hundreds of battles without defeat, actually conceded defeat?

Sir Lehman knew the goods. After the opponent got his lance, although he was not reconciled, he could only choose to admit defeat.

Wearing heavy armor and fighting on foot, it is difficult to avoid the charge of the spear, not to mention that he did suffer some internal injuries when he fell off the horse.

His own heavy cavalry gun is not a one-time consumable like Li Ang's, but a tough battlefield gun. Even if he wears hard plate armor, he will die if he hits it...

The audience watched Lehman walk out of the stadium in silence.But soon, applause and boos sounded together.

Obviously, the audience's mentality was satisfied with the play of the weak defeating the strong, but the losing bet also made them angry...

It seemed like a final that most people weren't too happy with.

Li Ang, who won the championship, was not happy at all.

He really doesn't want to win.

Because after winning the championship, he must show his face in front of everyone.Black hair and black eyes are extremely eye-catching in Pendor, and the eyeliner of the Red Brotherhood must have spotted him.

Besides, there is no bonus for the champion this time.

Moreover, he had to go to the Noble House of Sarleon City in the center of the mainland in order to cash in the rewards of this competition - he could only become a pioneer lord to be inspected after registering with the pioneer baron certificate.

Going thousands of miles this way, I'm afraid it will be dangerous.

……

Outside the cell on the bottom floor of the arena, the fat boss Andrew handed a parchment to Li Ang.

"The group of Mettenheim people are inside, and they are not very easy to control..."

Li Ang nodded and entered the door, he urgently needs some soldiers now.

This place was originally used to hold gladiatorial slaves, and the heavy gate is extremely strong.

There are more than a dozen strong men with an average height of close to two meters, who are bare-chested.

Andrew bought them originally to make them a cash cow for the arena, but unfortunately, these strong men were not very obedient, and they were very active in eating, but they never did anything.

Andrew sent someone to 'teach', but in the end, many thugs were damaged.

Going to starve them a few times, but these guys ate all the lions and alligators in the arena...

Now it seems that those lions and crocodiles have brought them sufficient nutrition, and each of them still looks like a big, round, muscular macho.

At this moment, this group of tough men were sitting or standing close together, looking like a mountain of meat.

If muscle is a sin, then this group of people are probably all sinful.

(End of this chapter)