Ride and Cut

　　 Richard unlocked the buckle and threw the long sword aside with the matching belt. He took off his boots again and stood barefoot on the icy and smooth volcanic ground.

　　 The two backed away until they were two or three steps away. At the same time, he leaned over and rushed towards the opponent.

　　 From a physical point of view, it is like a contest between a cheetah and a tiger. Experts can see at a glance that the huge difference in weight between the two sides has determined that this is a battle without suspense.

　　 With four arms framed together, Gunther bulged up plump muscles on both his arms, and just prepared to teach the Pompeii what wrestling is. Suddenly, he felt that his left body was empty, and the whole person fell to the ground involuntarily.

　　 Da Yuzi covered his eyes, only heard the sound of his body hitting the ground, and could no longer bear to see how tragic the scene was. It must be just like a red persimmon smashed on a cutting board, but it's a pity that the floor has just been scrubbed.

　　 Anyway, if a nobleman died, the **** nobleman would definitely be held accountable. Lord Sauron may not protect himself, so the property must be transferred to...

　　 "Look! Sir Alex has won!" a servant beside him yelled in disbelief while pulling his sleeve.

　　 Alas, it really died, so you have to go with the barbarian... Wait, you won? Won! Really won! How can it be! what! !

　　 Da Yuzi and the servant hugged each other and cheered loudly.

　　 Gunther's face was terribly gloomy, and he turned over and got up from the ground.

　　He is a soldier who walked out of the perilous snow-capped mountains, and he has been calmed down by wandering between life and death countless times. No matter how weak the enemy looks, dealing with it seriously is the only choice for the Snow Mountain Warriors. Just like when a lion hunts a little hare, it will do its best.

　　 He knew very well that he did not underestimate the enemy, even if the opponent looks very thin and short, even if his arms are thicker than his thighs. But because of this, it became more and more difficult to understand why it was overturned.

　　The only feasible explanation in theory is that this Pangbei may really be a master. Have a deep enough understanding of strength and balance, and use clever force to make yourself out of balance.

　　 is like a thousand-pound rock that is just in balance, it can be pushed down with the slightest force of the little finger. Although human movements are not as rigid as rocks, they are indeed subject to similar restrictions.

　　 The application of this only theoretically possible technique in actual combat definitely represents the pinnacle realm that is astounding. Gunther asked himself a far cry. But in the wrestling field, the role of skill is limited, and strength and weight are the real hard currency.

　　In terms of strength and weight-Gunther looked at Richard's thin figure and smiled silently. Master, the gap in our strength is as huge as in the realm.

　　 "Come on again!" Gunther's eyes were sharp like a falcon.

　　 "Hey, you barbarian, don't you accept defeat?" Da Yuzi fainted in a hurry, and forced out a Far Eastern style opera line.

　　 Although I don't know how Richard won just now, according to him, winning means winning. If anyone has another fight with this savage, it is in his mind.

　　 "I'll come again." Richard beckoned.

　　 Even though he had fallen for one round, his eyes were still calm, his energy was still long, and he obviously didn't put his opponent in his eyes at all.

　　 Gunther is not a reckless man, or any "snow bear hunter" is a ruthless character with both wisdom and bravery. He made a careful look, and held his arms firmly as soon as he came up, dragging the confrontation into the purest force duel.

　　 The thinking cannot be said to be problematic, and it has indeed reached the initial preset goal. Just after starting to wrestle, Gunther suddenly felt that the pinch in his hand did not look like an arm, but two solid bronze sculptures!

Oh my god!

　　 Gunther tried his best to explode worm-like veins on his muscles! The unusually strong body burst out with a powerful force capable of tearing up tigers and leopards! But he clearly discovered that he was being lifted inch by inch by his opponent!

boom! Chic rear throw back throw.

　　 Lying on the cold ground again, Gunther finally understood the fact that the reason why he was defeated had nothing to do with the peak skills or the high realm. It was purely because the most proud power was completely suppressed by his opponent!

　　 Yes, it sounds incredible, but it is true. Gunther, the snow bear hunter, the pride of the ice field, the most powerful highlander, was defeated by a Pompeii dwarf.

　　The highland barbarian worships the strong. Since this Pompeian is more brave than the snow bear hunter, he is qualified to be the leader to be followed by everyone.

　　 Gunther got up from the ground, already made up his mind. He opened his mouth, and the heavy blow on his back made him speechless for a while.

　　 "Hahaha, I'm a good guy." Richard looked up to the sky and laughed three times, "Since I don't want to admit defeat, I will come again!"

　　...

　　 fell sideways! Over the shoulder! Throw up and throw back!

　　 The dull sound of the body colliding with the ground began to be heard continuously in the arena, and the ground was trembling slightly. The servants who were onlookers stayed in a sculptural form, and the tools in UU reading www.uukanshu.com fell to the ground in confusion.

　　 "Oh~Hercules~" Da Yuzi looked at all this blankly, his hands shaking nervously.

　　 How brave the strong fighter like a little giant is, he has never seen just the beautiful fancywork. But under the relatively small figure, he was thrown around like a rag pillow, and he was even weaker than a wooden target.

　　 Gunther felt incredible about Richard's performance, but he did not know that Richard himself was also full of surprise.

　　According to his experience in the fighting field in the southern provinces, ordinary soldiers only need to fight twice, and they will understand that they are just a poor praying mantis trying to block the carriage, and honestly admit to giving up.

　　 Even those knights with long titles and high status scream that honor is my destiny, but in fact they know the times very well, at most saying a few words of righteousness before surrendering.

　　 In comparison, the barbarian was really terribly tough. He was beaten up for a quarter of an hour without fighting back. There was still no sign of surrender, and he tried to get up from the ground again and again.

　　 What gives you such a fighting spirit? Wrestling is definitely a heavy physical task, especially when he falls a little giant with a height of more than two blades, Richard can't help but breathe slightly.

　　 Is it the endless whistling wind on the snowy field, or is it a battle that never stops during hunting? Is it the lofty sense of responsibility for the people of the tribe, or the eternal burning heart of the samurai?

　　 He had already regarded these savages as future subordinates, so he had always kept a sense of measure, and at this moment he couldn't help but wonder if he should give some color.

　　 "Enough!" Some of the barbarians on the sidelines finally couldn't help but jump out to stop, "You tyrant! He has already given up!"

　　 The heavy body fell for the last time, Gunther rolled over and lay flat on the ground with difficulty, but this time he really couldn't get up.