The Origin of Arcane

　　Bill didn’t know, Dickron knew it better, but he couldn’t resist Starbuck’s trash talk.

　　 Because it wasn't the abusive words that really made him angry, he had been used to it since he was a child.

　　 What really made him angry, and even panicked, was that his heart was shaken, and he somewhat agreed with Starbuck's words.

　　 He is just taciturn and not a fool. Although he doesn't say some things, he keeps all of them in his mind.

　　If he loses his current force and becomes a useless person, how would Bill treat himself?

　　 Merely making a beginning in his heart, Dickron did not dare to continue thinking.

　　 Bill’s cold-blooded side, he had seen too much, and there was no need for Starbucks to describe it to him, because many times, as Starbucks said, he was acting as an executioner.

　　 I have never thought about it before, and I feel at ease.

　　 But when this thought appeared, it was like using a shadow, lingering in my heart, constantly rolling.

　　 The great knight launches a charge on foot, which can be comparable to a horse, let alone a champion knight. It is not an exaggeration to describe it with a whirlwind.

　　 Ordinary people’s eyes are almost unable to keep up with the swinging speed of his legs, and the feet are just like springs, although it is not possible to step on the pit every step, it is inevitable to bring up dust.

　　 It's a long story. In fact, the cheers of the audience have not yet fully subsided. The two champion knights have already fought more than a dozen times.

　　 The distance between the two of them was narrowed, and then farther, and then closer again. In just ten seconds, they circled the arena twice.

　　 are both champion knights, there is still a difference in physical fitness between the two, which is directly related to body shape and individual genetic quality.

In terms of size, the taller Starbucks is superior in strength and physique. This is determined by the developed muscles. At their level, the basics that can be tapped are squeezed out and rarely appear. The kind of ordinary people, fat and strong, was overwhelmed by an inconspicuous little man in the power field.

The slightly thinner Dirkron has an advantage in speed. Not to mention the low air resistance. The different types of armor on the two also indicate the route they take. His blood-colored armor has sacrificed part of the weight. And protection, in exchange for faster speed.

　　 Dickron's speed is slightly faster than Starbucks.

　　 However, the arena is not a track and field arena, it is not simply speed.

　　 Even if Dickron possesses extraordinary archery skills, once he fires a bow and shoots an arrow, his speed will involuntarily slow down. The size of the arena is limited. Once Starbucks predicts accurately, it will directly block his way.

　　 Within a dozen seconds, Dickron was approached by Starbucks within three meters three times, each time Starbucks only had time to make a sword, and each time it was dangerous.

　　 If you describe the swordsmanship of the great knight as stunning.

　　 Then the swordsmanship of the champion knight is amazing.

　　 If the swordsmanship of the great knight is called art.

　　The swordsmanship of the champion knight can be called a treasure in the art, a boutique in a boutique.

　　 If you really want to describe the swordsmanship of a champion knight, then those three words-fast, accurate, and ruthless.

　　 When these three characters reach an extreme at the same time, the terrifying degree is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

　　 The two have no fixed routines at all, and they all reacted on the spot.

The exclamation in the auditorium never stopped from beginning to end, wave after wave, wave after wave, dazzling, dizzying, and sighing each and every one, just relying on these ten seconds, this silver coin ticket The value of money.

　　 No matter how many arrows there are, there will always be times when they run out.

　　 Dickron shot three pots of arrows in the air. It only took less than two minutes to cause very little damage to Starbucks. It is difficult to say that even the purpose of consuming physical strength is hard to achieve. After all, he was also moving at high speed throughout the process.

　　 Dickron threw away the longbow and drew out the double knives.

　　 Every gladiator is a generalist, and I dare not say that he is proficient in all 18 weapons, but it is inevitable that every weapon is familiar.

There is a kind of gladiatorial fight called life and death. In this kind of gladiatorial fight, the gladiator does not wear any weapons and armor to play. Some weapons are scattered in the field. Which weapon can be grabbed is purely a matter of luck. Having a weapon is an extremely lucky thing, and there is no right to pick and choose.

　　Dickron, who was born as a slave gladiator, is naturally one of the best. Bows and arrows are only his long-range attack methods, and close combat is not necessarily bad.

　　 Starbucks did not take advantage of the situation to attack, but stood at a distance, and the cynicism never ceased.

"I told you a long time ago that your archery skills are at best dealing with those who are not influential. It is useless to meet really good players. For example, like me, the sword is the fastest way to tell the winner. !"

　　 "I know that you still have the last unrealistic fantasy in your heart. Why don't we do an experiment today to show you their real faces."

　　 "I am not interested in anything you say!" Dickron's face was hard.

　　 can be easily defeated by words, Dickron is not qualified to go to this day, has long been a part of the corpse.

　　 Three pots of arrows shot into the air. Although it did not cause any harm to Starbucks, part of the anger in his heart was vented, and part of reason returned.

　　 This time I made up my mind that no matter what Starbuck said, he would adopt the principle of not listening or believing. According to the original plan, he won the championship of this session. The rest will wait until the end of the game.

　　 Because any decision made now is blind, who knows if there is any Starbuck's calculation hidden in it.

　　 Many years of fighting against each other really made the two of them feel sorry for each other, but it only stayed in terms of force. For both sides, at least for Dickron, he did not agree with many of Starbuck's lifestyles.

　　 In terms of character, let alone understanding, how could he embark on the road of rebellion because of the awe-inspiring rhetoric of the other party?

　　 will not be before entering the arena, and he will not even be on the arena.

　　 "Since you are not awake up to now, I will wake you up!"

　　 Starbucks is also not the kind to give up easily. He firmly believes in his own judgment and strategy. When he sees the ugly faces of these cold-blooded animals, Dickron will sooner or later join his ranks.

"kill!"

"kill!"

　　 The two screamed at the same time, charged toward each other, and launched the most intense frontal collision.

　　铮铮!

　　 This is the sound of swords colliding.

　　 bump!

　　 This is the sound of physical collision.

　　 laymen watch the excitement, insiders watch the doorway.

The laymen looked dazzled one by one, and they were full of enthusiasm. They only felt that the speed was so fast and the strength was so great. However, there is no concept at all about the specific speed and strength. After all, for them, if the 100-meter speed exceeds eight seconds, it is still broken. Six seconds are almost the same, the existence they can only look up to in this life.

　　 But in the eyes of insiders like Sean, it's completely different. They can easily measure how fast the opponent is and how powerful.

　　 looked at each one in a cold sweat, because they could not help substituting themselves into it, and found that the other party could kill their own life with just one move.

　　 Before this, Sean had always thought that the masters were making moves. It was very nonsense to fight for hundreds of rounds. It was all fictional. In reality, close combat often ends the battle within one or two moves.

Now it seems.

　　 is purely ignorant.

　　 When two evenly matched champion knights met together, everything impossible became possible.

　　 Both their anticipation and perception reached a peak, which made it difficult to achieve a one-shot kill, because when the sword passed, the opponent's weapon was already there waiting.

　　 In the eyes of others, the two sides have practiced countless times, and they played ping-pong-pong-pong. They played very beautifully, like a fake game, but this is just a layman’s opinion.

Everyone who has some ability can see that the two sides are not only really fighting, but also dangerous. Both of them are walking the tightrope. There is a slight mistake, even if it is just a touch, even if the physique of the champion knight can only go to death. Report there.

　　 Sean also fully realized the importance of a good armor. Even if the two were champion knights, they couldn't achieve 100% protection. Many times they realized it, but it was too late to react.

　　 This time reflects the difference between veterans and recruits.

　　 The recruits are in a hurry and make things worse.

　　 The veteran will consciously move his body in a small area, and use the nearest and hardest part of the armor to meet the impact. If there is no one, he will avoid the fatal point.

　　 The two champion knights are undoubtedly the veterans of the veterans, their combat experience far exceeds that of ordinary people, and even the armors are carefully designed.

The armor on Starbuck’s arms and legs is obviously thickened, like a shield he carries with him. It complements the relatively low agility half-handed sword. Dirkron has one-third of his attacks. They are protected.

Dickron showed the origin of his name vividly. The pair of short knives that are shorter than normal by three points, two points wide, and one point thicker than normal long knives. In his hands are two venomous snakes. Following the snake letter, following his flexible footsteps, he kept spinning around Starbuck, like a **** storm.

　　 Starbucks will have a blood hole in his body if he is not careful.

　　 "Open!"

　　 Dickron's short knife was inserted into the hollow design of Starbuck's half-handed sword, and the other short knife was pecked at Starbuck with both hands. If he wanted to keep the half-handed sword, Starbuck had to pay a heavy price.

　　 "Drink!"

The champion knight is the champion knight, the ability to adapt is superhuman, his body suddenly half-turned, the half-handed sword also appeared one hundred and eighty degrees of rotation, while his half-handed sword was thrown out, at the same time the Dickron's short knife Twisted.

　　 It's not over yet, I took a punch with my left arm armor, gathered his right hand into a fist, and hit Dickron's arm with a short knife.

　　 Dickron’s reaction was not unpleasant, his arm contracted reflexively, and he didn't let him hit it, otherwise, this punch would have destroyed his arm.

　　 But the Majin was swept, and the short knife couldn't keep it, so it flew out.

"you lose!"

　　 Dickron said coldly.

　　 A spear was thrown against Starbuck's throat, and at the other end was Dickron's rock-solid hand.

　　 Just when Starbucks turned around, although he removed all of Dirkron's double knives, his back also revealed a gap. Although it was fleeting, it was enough for Dirkron to do a lot of things.

　　 For example, punch him in the back, or take his spear out.

　　 Dickron chose the latter, because he knew how difficult Starbucks was. Even if he punched it, he might not end the battle. It would be different if he had a weapon.

　　 "Congratulations, you have become the king of gladiators again, but do you think it makes sense?"

　　 Starbuck's expression was calm, neither disappointed nor frustrated, even the first poisonous tongue was gone.

　　 "Look around, what do you see? Don't worry, I won't use such inferior tricks."

　　 A few seconds later, the whole arena reacted, and it was boiling.

　　 The speed at which the two people can tell the victory and defeat is so fast that many people did not react, followed by a frenetic shout.

　　 "Blood Storm!"

　　 "Blood Storm!"

　　 "Blood Storm!"

　　 "Dickron!"

　　 "Dickron!"

　　 "Dickron!"

　　 "Punishment!"

　　 "Punishment!"

　　 "Punishment!"

　　 In the beginning, there were people who cheered Dickron's name as well as his nickname.

　　 But in the end it became a uniform chanting "Sentence".

　　 Punishment in the arena has become a norm recently. Many audiences shouted instinctively at first, and later became heartfelt. Many people danced with excitement and their faces were red.

　　 They have seen a lot of executions, but they have never seen the execution of a champion knight.

　　 Not to mention the champion knight, even the great knight is not common. Previously, it was very rare for Starbuck to kill the butcher of Valesta.

The most excited was Bill, with white beard and hair. In just ten minutes, he experienced the ups and downs of life like a roller coaster. He, who was deeply in the city, couldn't stand it, stood up and shouted hoarsely. .

　　 "Dickron, what are you waiting for? Execution! Execution! Execution! Kill him, kill this despicable guy, kill this bastard, do it! I order you to kill this bastard!"

　　 Obviously the old slave owner hated Starbucks to death. Although he didn't know what the two said, but Scarlet Storm appeared strange, and he must be the one responsible for it.

　　 Starbucks, who was clamoring for execution, looked on as usual, as if he had anticipated this situation.

　　 On the contrary, the executioner Dickron's face was pale, obviously the situation before him was completely beyond his expectation~www.readwn.com~ Let's do it! What are you waiting for? As I said before, they are not cheering for us, but for themselves. They don't care who is the winner. Our lives are worthless in their eyes. If it was you who fell here today, they would do the same. "

　　 "Wake up, how far are you going to deceive yourself? Are you willing to be their slave forever? Always be their servant, and wait until one day you miss and be executed in the arena? What about your dreams?"

　　 "I don't believe it, they wouldn't do it!" Dickron shook his head repeatedly.

　　 "If you don't believe me, I will prove it to you."

　　 Starbucks yelled, his body abruptly strayed a bit, taking advantage of Dirkron's loss of consciousness, let him pass the tip of the spear, bump into Dirkron's arms, and overturn it to the ground.

　　 The spear was thrown and changed hands, and it became Starbuck that he pointed the spear at Dickron. Although he avoided the point, the spear still made a big cut in Starbuck's neck, blood drenched, and Starbuck didn't realize it.

　　The roles were reversed in an instant, and the audience in the arena was silent for a while, followed by waves of executions.

　　 Starbucks is right. Except for a small number of people, most of them don't care who the winner is. They are just a group of people watching the fun.

　　 People who watch the excitement usually have a common psychology, that is, it is not too big.

　　 Although they are not necessarily as extreme as Starbucks said, they are all cold-blooded monsters.

　　 But in the arena, a place where human nature is distorted, many people's thoughts and consciousness are controlled by others, and the suppressed evil in their hearts is completely released.

　　 After leaving the arena, they may regret it, but what they show now is the most fanatical and craziest side.