Riding and chopping: Overlord of the Han and Hungarians

Chapter 4 4. Growth
Standing next to the 'Competition Master' in the arena for a long time, Zhang Qi, who had already entered once, did not choose to enter again for a long time.

If he was just playing games, he would definitely have nothing to say, but now.
To be honest, Zhang Qi is also afraid of pain. He just entered the arena excitedly. Although there is no real sword competition, he can join the practice match to earn a little money.

Thinking about his previous game skills, Zhang Qi was full of confidence, but when he really entered, the reality gave him a blow.

Those beating people with knives, guns and sticks really hurts. Zhang Qi bled profusely when he was hit with blood, but the npcs he swung while enduring the pain seemed to be okay, and continued without any fluctuations in expression. Attack him.

Only at this time did Zhang Qi realize how terrifying it is to be "not empty, never die".

Fortunately, the rules of the game have not changed. Zhang Qi, who was knocked down, reappeared next to the npc in the arena in an instant, and the pain on his body disappeared.

Standing next to the 'Master of Competition', Zhang Qi clenched his fists and felt a little frustrated. No matter how good his game skills are, he is still a rookie in reality.

The pain from being cut by those swords was not weaker than the whipping when he just crossed over.

How does this make an otaku living in a modern society bear it?
Others Zhang Qi didn't know it, but he knew it himself. He didn't know whether it was luck or something since he was a child. He had never had a fight, let alone been beaten. He was very well protected by those who silently gave. good.

A little frustrated.

Zhang Qi leaned on the railing next to the 'Master of Competition' in the arena, watching the big shirtless men fighting off the field.

Although their battles were not blood-boiling, only mechanical shouts, Zhang Qi was fascinated by that 'undead and endless' posture.

I don't know how long I watched it, Zhang Qi, who was leaning on the railing, let out a long breath, turned around, clicked on the interface again, and entered the arena!
player.

For the game, who is afraid of not admitting defeat!
Doesn't it just hurt a little?
Anyway, if you can't do it to death, then do it to death!
Just him!

"kill!"

In the arena where there were only those mechanical shouts except for the clash of weapons, there was a cry of killing.

Holding a long knife in one hand, Zhang Qi rushed to a shirtless man who had just been refreshed.

Without fighting skills, Zhang Qi slashed at the npc's head.

Without wailing, the npc also responded with a blow to Zhang Qi, and the long stick in his hand swept over.

He had been prepared for a long time. Zhang Qi had been watching these npcs for so long before, so he naturally knew that a strike would usher in a counterattack.

Although Zhang Qi can never defeat these NPCs head-on, he also has his own advantages, that is flexibility!
Donkeys can't roll.

Zhang Qi squatted down directly, and the roar from the long stick passed over his head. Before the npc could continue to attack, Zhang Qi stabbed the npc's crotch from bottom to top.

With a swipe sound, the NPC in front of Zhang Qi disappeared, and the 'defeated number' in his perspective became 1.

Before he had time to be happy, there was the sound of weapons roaring behind him.

Zhang Qi lay down directly, and quickly got up after hitting two rollers.

A lazy donkey can roll without a teacher.

The long knife slashed on the attacker's chest and chin, and then, there was no more.

Appearing next to the 'Master of Competition' again, Zhang Qi didn't feel depressed at all this time. He found joy, which came from the joy of violence deep in his soul.

Enter!

Fight!

Zhang Qi also wanted to understand that now that he was living in a war-torn world, those people in the past would no longer stand up to protect him, and he had to learn to protect himself.

And these 'undead and endless' npcs in the arena are the best teachers!

"kill!"
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boom--

A muffled sound.

A two-handed sword warrior in front of Zhang Qi fell to the ground.

Jump up in front of your eyes and beat the number +1
His beat count came to 20.

"60 dinars in hand!"

Zhang Qi put on an attacking posture, stared at the npcs who were still fighting in the arena and cheered.

His eyes were sharp, no longer the kind of innocence before, but now his eyes were like an eagle, with a threatening aura.

This was already his 21st day in the arena, and 21 hours had passed in real time.

During these 21 days, Zhang Qi would enter the arena as long as he had physical strength. He didn't care about other things. What he wanted to do was to strengthen himself first.

Hard work pays off, and now he has enough experience in fighting.

No one can fail to learn something after 21 days of high-intensity life-and-death fighting, and Zhang Qi, he has also learned it!
The battle in the arena is no different from the killing battle with real swords and guns. Those npcs will not hold back their hands, and so is Zhang Qi. They all fight for the purpose of killing people.

"Twenty more! The bonus will rise to 260 if you knock down another twenty!"

"kill!"

Zhang Qi roared, threw away the two-handed sword in his hand, picked up a single sword and rushed out.

The single sword is the weapon he uses the most, not only for looking good, but also for the outside world, combined with the memory in his mind, Zhang Qi roughly estimated that the current outside world is in the 'Han-Hungary Period'.

So he can think of the best weapons to deal with the outside world are single swords and spears.

As for the shield
Zhang Qi knew that if he didn't have enough battlefield experience, using a shield would only make him die faster. He couldn't take out the blocking experience here now, it would kill him!
Slashing out with a single sword, Zhang Qi suddenly appeared next to the two npcs who were engaged in the battle, knocked down one of them with a knife on the neck, then ducked down to avoid the cutting blade, bullied another npc on top of him, and stabbed the other npc with a long knife To his stomach, crotch.

In the 21-day arena career, Zhang Qi not only learned how to kill, he also learned how to find fighters.

After jumping up to two beat counts, Zhang Qi didn't pause at all. He was the most active figure in the entire arena. There was him here, and there was also him there.

Time passed little by little.

"Who else!!"

Until the last npc with a long stick fell in front of Zhang Qi, he raised his long knife and roared at the audience!
There was also warm cheers from the audience.

Although Zhang Qi knew that it was just the cry of the mechanism being triggered, there was still pride in his heart.

The cheers didn't last long, and Zhang Qi was teleported back to the 'Master of Competition' in the next moment.

260 dinars jumped into the wallet, and his dinar balance reached more than 1500.

"Hoo-cool!"

"Thank you, Old Jin."

During the 21 days of getting along, Zhang Qi called him "Master of Competition".

Lao Jin didn't reply, he was still standing in the stands of the arena coldly.

Knowing the tonality of these npcs, Zhang Qi didn't feel anything, turned around and left the arena.

He wants to send some meat to Bo and the others. Unlike Zhang Qi who has eaten meat for 21 days, his body and bones have been raised much better than before. The outside Bo and the others still eat those grass tubers.

Since he inherited the emotion of 'Qi' and was saved by them himself, even for the sake of repaying his kindness, he must lead them to live a good life. If he wants to live well in this ancient society, then it is natural to take care of their bodies. necessary!

It cost more than 50 dinars to buy a lump of beef. Although the icon of the meat in the list is not very eye-catching, but this lump weighs more than 20 kilograms, which is enough for one person to eat for several days.

Cut off about three catties of beef with a flying knife, then grabbed a handful of purchased salt, and Zhang Qi left the world of riding and chopping.

(End of this chapter)