Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 47

According to the average life expectancy of a normal human under the Golden Tree over 85 years old, the 35-year-old Posales was at the peak of his physical strength. Experience and skills, all of which have been transformed into his strength beyond his peers.

Since the end of the summer league where the masters gathered, his record has soared after losing his competitors at the same level. In less than three months, more than fifty fighters have fallen under his octagonal hammer, and several of them have even become famous. The long-standing purple steel grade.

While money and fame are rising rapidly, Posales's status in the eyes of the audience is also rising. Everyone regards him as the next Mithril who is about to rise, and it is true, he just needs to win again Play the last fight—a gladiatorial fight that cannot be called a "showdown" at all, and you can truly enter the ranks of top fighters and become the sharp edge of the blue eyes of the great nobles.

Looking at the thin young knight a hundred steps away, Posales let out a faint sigh behind the visor made of fine steel.

He has seen too many such opponents when he was young. They are young, weak, and vulnerable, but they are blinded by the temptation of honor and fame, so that they always fight with an unreserved attitude.Although the gladiatorial arena expressly forbids killing human opponents, among the fighters who were severely wounded, maimed or died, the most were precisely these fledgling young people.

In his eyes, the gap in strength between himself and the opponent was like a world abyss, so he decided to keep his hand properly, so as not to completely destroy the child's fighter career in a moment of inattention.Just point it out and let him throw in the towel when he realizes he can't win. At least that's what Posales thought before the bell rang.

"Offended—" he heard the young man say so boldly.

Then he lost the opponent's figure in his field of vision, until the sudden wind pressure in the field shook him backwards, he subconsciously raised his head, and caught a glimpse of a swiftly approaching Blur light and shadow!

Before the start of the match, the two were originally separated by a hundred steps. The purpose of this setting was to allow some fighters who used crossbows and hidden weapons to have enough room to play. Time to react.

The muscle memory developed by years of fighting and fighting allowed him to mobilize all the strength of his body to swing the warhammer upwards without thinking, trying to resist a condescending heavy cut from the opponent. Unexpectedly, when the long sword collided with the warhammer, an unimaginable force seemed to The wind and thunder that fell from the sky crushed down!

Amid the explosions that shook the audience, a corner of the octagonal warhammer immediately collapsed, and Posares felt a burst of unbearable pain in his skeletal muscles. On the ground!
"This is... Storm Sword Art?"

There was no time to think about the opponent's moves in a hurry, Posales reluctantly rolled sideways on the spot, opened the distance and at the same time twisted his wrist secretly, the hammer head at the front of the warhammer dragged a thin chain and shot out, directly hitting Lucia's face!
His famous eight-edged warhammer is actually a special flail. After more than ten years of fighting, this is no longer an unknown nirvana, but Pozares can still use two weapon forms The flexible switching forces the opponent to be exhausted, and finally reveals its flaws.

Unfortunately, this time, he miscalculated again.

For Lucia's reaction speed developed through long-term training with Mikaela, Pozarez's flail is too slow. He didn't even use the dragon king's body to half the level before flashing to the side several times lightly. One step away, at the same time, the arm holding the sword exerted force suddenly, the blade tore through the air and made a sharp sound, and a faint transparent slash whizzed out from the end of the blade with the sound of whimpering wind!

Storm Sword Art. Vacuum Slash!
This is an ancient swordsmanship inherited from the ancient Storm Dynasty, and it is also a high-level secret skill in Storm War Skills. Even when the inheritance of Storm War Skills has not faded, only powerful knights who have been immersed in this way for many years can rely on the explosive power of their bodies. Unleash this sword skill.

But Lucia's situation is different. With the strong physical talent of the ancient dragon demigod and the power of blood provided by the dragon king's body, coupled with the meticulous rehearsals in the battlefield of memory, although he is only a glimpse of swordsmanship. However, he was able to initially use similar high-level skills, and his power was even stronger than that of ordinary storm knights.

I saw that invisible slash flickering through the air, and the flail drawn from the volley broke into several pieces in an instant, and the aftermath of the slash continued forward, leaving behind on Pozares' breastplate. Two deep slash marks sent it flying out and fell to the ground heavily!
The originally cheering arena fell into dead silence. Thousands of spectators, including Old Hart, stared dumbfounded at the scene in front of them. It was so quiet in all directions that it seemed as if they could hear the sound of needles falling.

Posales coughed up a mouthful of blood and tried hard to get up, but under repeated blows, his body was overdrawn to the limit, and he could only give up after struggling a few times.

He looked down at the sword marks on his chest, the young man on the opposite side obviously kept his hand, the slash only scratched his skin slightly after penetrating through the steel armor, and the shock wound in his body was not considered serious, After coughing up the mouthful of blood, it was fine.

"I lost," he murmured with blank eyes, feeling so disillusioned, like a nightmare that only a drunkard can dream up.

After being stunned for seven or eight seconds, the host on the sidelines came back to his senses and rang the bell for the end of the gladiatorial fight.

Although the audience was a little depressed because of the failure of the betting fight, the exciting level of the wrestling allowed them to temporarily suppress their unhappiness. It was even more exciting for them to witness the rise of a young and strong man.

So they began to shout the unfamiliar name "Lucifer", and threw the petals and golden leaves prepared in the arena to the fighting arena, and the magic device on the side of the arena also erupted dazzling fireworks again to celebrate the birth of the winner .

"Raise his fighter rating by one level, and check his background information immediately!" Old Hart shouted to the subordinates around him amidst the clamor of voices, "Let the guards take him to my office later, I want to personally ask him if he would like to represent Serrante in the battle ceremony at the end of the year!"

"Director, the person has already left." Someone responded with an embarrassed expression.

"what?"

After hearing the words, Old Hart quickly stood up and looked towards the field, and then found in disbelief that the young man who had just upset Posales did not stay on the stage to accept the audience's cheers and praises, but neatly Jumped off the fighting stage and ran to the door, and soon disappeared into the crowd.

Serrant's old supervisor made a rare swear word. When he reacted and arranged for someone to find Lance Shanks who was traveling with Lucia, he only got the news that the other party had already paid the bet and left.

On the other side, outside the arena, Lucia stared wide-eyed and caught the big bag thrown by Lance Shanks. With his current strength, even without mental preparation, Lucia felt his hand suddenly sink.

"so much?"

"Twenty to one, I only bet three thousand runes, lest you ruin the whole arena, and the old man Duoris will come to me to seek death and life," Lance Shanks spread his hands, "Plus the [-] bonus you received for winning this game, and I'll help you come here too. That's how much it's settled in gold runes."

Lucia weighed the pockets in his hands with a sense of accomplishment, and sighed: "It's a pity that such a method cannot be used frequently. If I can play a hundred or eighty games a day, I will buy the entire king's capital sooner or later."

"I know it's a dream!" Lance Shanks tapped him on the forehead angrily, "It is estimated that the management of the arena behind will do everything possible to find out where you came from, if you plan to come to find me in the future If you’re practicing against each other, I’ll help you arrange a fake identity with this name when I get back.”

"Then thank you, Miss Lance—"

"It's useless to rely on talking, show some sincerity, and talk about how to divide the spoils?"

"This. Fifty-five points?"

"Who gets five?"

"what?"

The two talked and laughed and set foot on the return journey. Since it was too far away from the Golden Temple, the two of them didn't bother to walk after a day of tossing around. They simply rented a carriage from a carriage and horse dealer, and planned to return to the Ancient Dragon Temple first, and then arrange the temple. and drove Lucia back to the Valyrian temple.

After getting into the carriage, not long after, Lucia suddenly smelled a stench mixed with blood coming from outside the car. He frowned slightly, opened the car window and looked out. There was a relatively remote street nearby. There is an extremely wide well in the direction of the source of the odor.

At this time, five or six carriages carrying goods were driving towards the mouth of the well, and the coachmen brandished long whips and lashed the mules and horses pulling the carts. The carriages behind them were all covered with a rag that was so dirty that the color could not be seen clearly. It's stuffed full of stuff.

"That's a corpse truck." Lance Shanks' calm voice sounded from the side.

(End of this chapter)