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Chapter 17 The overwhelming sense of fear

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Ximu didn't care about the enthusiastic reaction of the audience. He shook off the blood stains on the thick sword, tilted his head and smiled at the host not far away:
"Don't waste time, let's serve the appetizers together."

"Ah... Sir Akhtar, are you serious?" the host asked in surprise, and then heard the audience cheering.

Akhtar's arrogant words and calm attitude made the audience even more excited.

"Let the appetizers be served together!"

"Let the appetizers be served together!"

"Let the appetizers be served together!"

The rising and falling voices created strong pressure, as if the audience would tear them apart if they refused.

The host looked embarrassed.

The rules of the duel field are one-on-one fighting. Even if there is a team battle, the number of both sides is equal.

"As long as I can win, letting them play together won't affect my income." Ximu said casually, "It won't affect your gambling either."

Naturally arrogant, his calm words seemed to be describing an objective reality. For him, it seemed that he had never thought that he would fail.

If he was going home for dinner, it would be normal to use this tone, but now he is in a duel.

That is utter contempt for one's opponents.

"What an arrogant guy, but I like it!" In the audience, an aristocratic girl covered her face with her hands, her cheeks flushed and excited.

Such an arrogant attitude is what attracts them the most.

"It's not arrogance, it's objective consideration." There was a red-haired strong man next to him, his arms folded across his chest and his voice was calm.

"The sooner the appetizer is dealt with, the better it will be for him."

"What do you know!" The noble girl immediately became dissatisfied after hearing this and glared at the red-haired man beside her, "Everyone knows that the more opponents you have, the more difficult it will be. This is because Lord Akhtar is extremely confident in his own strength! "

The red-haired man was silent for a moment, scratched his head and smiled helplessly: "Yes, what you said makes sense. He is very confident in his own strength."

"You rarely come to the dueling arena. You don't know this bit of common sense." The noble girl looked at the knight in silver in the dueling arena, her eyes seemed to be shining.

She had seen Akhtar with her own eyes, wearing only a pair of trousers and holding a rusty broken sword. But now Akhtar has grown into a knight, wearing shining silver armor. For the sake of the princess he protects, he resolutely returns to the duel.

This romantic deed made them envious and excited.

Therefore, when the duel began, their position was already on Akhtar's side, and they were deeply eager for Akhtar to win.

Romantic stories naturally have to have a happy ending.

The red-haired man sighed, not wanting to argue with the girl next to him. He believed that the boss of the duel venue would definitely agree to the duel.

After all, duels are meant to be exciting.

"Okay!" The host withdrew his gaze to the audience and nodded to Ximu, although he did not understand why the boss would initiate this duel.

"Group battle... no, it's a one-on-one siege of nine!" He raised his hands and shouted, approaching the edge of the duel step by step.

"Should our star Akhtar win, or should we stop here!"

"..." Ximu looked at both ends of the duel field and saw a few duelists slowly walking out. Their movements were cautious and they seemed not to dare to approach.

They must be dealt with as soon as possible. Although he drank a lot of magic potions, there is still a time limit for the effectiveness of the potions.

In order to deal with more troublesome opponents in the future, it is the most rational choice to deal with these duelists as a warm-up as soon as possible.

Holding the heavy sword tightly in his hand, Ximu stepped forward, while the nine hostile duelists subconsciously took a step back.

Then, as if being stimulated, the nine duelists immediately rushed towards Ximu, unable to find a one-on-one opportunity for the silver knight.

This is the tacit understanding of the nine duelists. Without any communication, they have already made the best choice based on instinct.

This is like a pack of wolves. When facing a liger, they will instinctively choose to fight as a group, and this instinct is not only shared by wolves.

Humans, elves, dwarves, and orcs are intelligent creatures that live in groups. They are social and have a greater will to cooperate and help.

And the manifestation of this instinct is the war between countries.

"Akhtar!" roared, a lion-headed orc rushed towards him brandishing a mace, and swung it down heavily as the muscles of his arm swelled.

Then it hit the flesh and blood hard.

Ximu turned sideways to avoid the mace, and still had room to glance at the human being who was beaten to pieces by the lion orc.

Then he withdrew his gaze to look at the lion orc's eyes solemnly, stretched out two fingers, and inserted them directly into the orc's eye socket, causing blood to spatter.

Ximu immediately withdrew from the encirclement. The lion orc, who had lost his eyes, waved his mace like crazy, injuring several duelists around him.

It is true that the alliance of the weak is the way to defeat the strong, but if the cooperation is not tacit enough and the strong seize the opportunity to divide, or break them one by one, this will lead to the weak dying faster.

In full view of the public, an unscrupulous and elegant killing was carried out. He kicked up the gravel on the ground and was blinded. He dropped the weapon in his hand and fought in close quarters. He accurately grasped the trajectory of the besiegers and avoided attacks as if the tip of a knife was dancing.

The number of duelists in the duel field decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon only the lion orcs were left alive.

Seeing this, Ximu casually used his feet to pick up a spear on the ground, grabbed it and threw it out, directly piercing the heart of the lion orc.

Anyone who often plays games knows that as long as you go through enough trial and error processes and figure out the NPC routines, you can win even the most difficult boss.

Unless the game company adjusts the values ​​to an unreasonable level, it must be passable. As for the NPC monsters in the game Mystic Door, as long as they are proficient in the action templates to a certain extent, they can still calm down even if they are on a battlefield with thousands of people. Seven in and seven out.

However, if you are facing the game's top mechanical monster, then no matter how good your technology is, it doesn't mean much.

The group of late-stage mechanical monsters are competing to see who has the stronger mechanism.

"Yeah, yeah...win!" A scream came, and the noble girl wanted to jump up, run to the duel arena, and kiss Akhtar hard.

She was simply happier than Akhtar himself winning.

Coincidentally, other viewers...especially female viewers showed strong excitement about Akhtar's victory.

"If I go to fight now, won't I be scolded to death?" The red-haired strong man touched his bearded chin and began to think about whether to wait until the duel before appearing.

But right now.

"Next, is the much-anticipated final duel!" the host began, announcing the next duel to everyone present.

"Dragon-slaying hero Siegfried, this is Lord Akhtar's last challenge!"

The atmosphere instantly turned from lively to silent. The audience didn't seem to realize whether the host was joking or just being confused by asking Akhtar to duel with the dragon-slaying hero Siegfried.

This is a duel that has no chance of winning and must be lost.

"Ahem...don't worry, this is not a showdown between life and death!" The host seemed to anticipate what the audience was thinking.

He explained to everyone.

"This is a challenge. As long as Your Excellency Akhtar can even slightly encounter His Majesty Siegfried, it will be considered a victory."

"It's not a fight or a duel, it's just a test of the hunting spirit. As long as Lord Akhtar can touch His Majesty Siegfried."

"That is victory, His Majesty Siegfried's defeat!"

Compared to the previous duel where there was no chance of winning, under the current conditions, it is obvious that the conditions have become very relaxed, and it seems that as long as you work hard, you will have a chance to achieve it.

But anyone who knows Siegfried will definitely say that he is expected to win, a man who single-handedly slayed the dragon and bathed in the dragon's blood to obtain a near-immortal body.

Coupled with Siegfried's enhanced abilities, he can greatly increase his own power and exert a power comparable to... no, surpassing the King of Giants.

This makes Siegfried a near-perfect warrior.

"Even if this is the case, there is no chance of winning." Some people worriedly muttered to themselves, not optimistic about Ximu's victory.

In response, a red-haired man stood up and moved his wrist: "A hero is to create the impossible."

"Are you?" The aristocratic girl next to her narrowed her eyes. When the man next to her stood up, she was shocked to realize that this man was huge, close to three meters. With just a slap, she could smash her internal organs into pieces. mud.

The physical difference between the two sides is like that of a toddler and an adult.

"I am Siegfried." The red-haired man smiled at the girl, looked at her surprised eyes, and explained casually:
"After bathing in the dragon's blood, my body has changed a little. Not only my height, but also the color of my hair has changed." After that, he walked down the auditorium, jumped lightly to the duel arena, and stood in front of Xi Mu.

He lowered his head and looked at Ximu.

"Whether it's technique or talent, you are very strong at heart. I am attracted to you and can't wait to fight against you."

"..." Ximu remained unmoved and didn't care what Siegfried said. The game officials probably wanted to give easter eggs to senior skilled players. As long as they showed excellent results in the novice duel arena, they would be fine. Attract the attention of some special NPCs.

Siegfried is in front of him. He is set to pursue strength and loves fighting extremely. He is an out-and-out fighting maniac.

And it is precisely because Siegfried is an out-and-out fighting maniac. When he sees the player displaying superb skills that are not at the current stage, he will eagerly participate in the duel and have contact with the player.

This contact can trigger a side plot, and you can also get a lot of secret information about this world, as well as job transfer skill trees for special professions.

The premise is that he can meet Siegfried.

"It feels different from before." Ximu said to Siegfried. For him, a veteran player, no matter what kind of opponents or monsters they are, they are not surprising, and it is even less likely that they will be encountered. Feeling nervous.

But now he actually felt...danger. Wave after wave of danger signals kept pouring from his spine into his brain, making him feel that the nerves in his body were screaming.

This game has been greatly optimized and evolved, and it actually gave him a sense of fear that he would never be able to defeat his opponent and that he might die at any time.

"This feeling is great." Smiling wildly, Ximu took a step back, waved his sword at Siegfried, and recited the first of the ten shadow magics.

"With my blood, the demonic wolf that eats the god's arm will come here!" As soon as he finished speaking, the thick sword split the air and hit the sandy ground of the duel.

Several demon wolves crawled out from the shadows behind him, staring at Siegfried who jumped to the edge of the auditorium with green eyes.

Two-thirds of the magic power was consumed.

Ximu estimated his own magic power, and then rushed over to Siegfried, followed by several magic wolves behind him.

Now that he is at the novice stage of level 14, Siegfried's level is above , and he can also unlock corresponding passives and abilities.

It is almost impossible to defeat such a mechanical monster in the novice stage. Even if you stand and let yourself slash, you can't catch up with Siegfried's blood recovery speed.

Even if I was exhausted, I couldn't kill Siegfried.

"If our strengths are equal, I will definitely lose." Siegfried backed away slightly, dodging the thick sword that brushed against his neck, and then moved to avoid several chasing demon wolves. .

Due to the strong attribute gap, the reaction speeds of both sides are not at the same level. As long as he is willing to attack, the battle can be ended in an instant.

But he was not interested in attacking Akhtar. After all, there was still a princess waiting for Akhtar.

So let's make this fearless and strong knight.

Thinking of this, Siegfried planned to slow down so that the knight protecting the princess could touch him with his sword.

However, at this moment.

"Death protects me." Ximu recited a spell, and the death runes on his chest flowed. He prayed to the Death Witch and borrowed the power of the Death Witch.

When there is a huge disparity in strength, it is very difficult to defeat the enemy on your own, but if you can rely on the strength of a stronger person.

Then the situation would be completely different.

"You are not a human being," Ximu asserted to Siegfried, "a dragon in human skin."

"..." Siegfried's eyes flashed with surprise, why did this human being know so much about his own condition.

But before he could figure it out, the sword edge had already brushed against his neck, sending out dazzling sparks, although it didn't cause any damage.

But there was no doubt that it was touched.

"Are you still hiding your strength?" He touched his neck and asked Ximu. The opponent's speed obviously increased several times during the last blow.

Shaking his head, Ximu calmly replied: "No, I borrowed his power, not to hide my strength."

"Are you a believer of the Goddess of Death?" Siegfried asked curiously. If someone can be watched by the gods and borrow the power of the gods, they can indeed gain power beyond themselves.

But this usually depends on whether the god values ​​you and is willing to lend you its power.

"Yes." Ximu lied without changing his face. He borrowed the power of the Witch of Death, which is an object of faith that is expressly prohibited. If he is discovered, he will be hunted down by the church.

But he doesn't care about this at all. For players, as long as they can improve their strength, it can help them pass the game.

Nothing else matters.

Not to mention that the Witch of Death is the most generous being in the game...and the easiest one to borrow power from.

Other existences require faith, personality, and understanding of desired concepts, but the Death Witch does not care about any of these.

It lends you power to use if it pleases your eyes.

The premise is that you have the ability to bear it and will not be eroded by the power of death, causing yourself to lose your tune.

(End of this chapter)