Chapter 215: Chapter 214: Three Swordsn Chapter 215: Chapter 214: Three Swordsn Danger! Must dodge!
Seeing the expression of his opponent, Raymond panicked slightly, wanting to pull back, but it was obviously too late. With a “swoosh,” the broadsword swung towards him, and Raymond felt a pain in his stomach, the next mont a large amount of blood sprayed out.
With a “thud,” Raymond felt his legs could no longer support him, and he uncontrollably fell to the ground.
In that mont, Raymond understood—he had lost, and it was a crushing defeat.
Driven by the desire to survive, he flipped over and tried to crawl away from his opponent, toward the entrance where Macbeth was, his voice coming out muffled, “Uh… Mac… ah!”
As he called out, Raymond’s body suddenly shook, his eyes widened greatly, and then he lay motionless.
His opponent had already caught up to him and, using the broadsword, ruthlessly stabbed him from behind, pinning him to the ground.
The arena fell silent for a mont, then the exaggerated shouts of the audience erupted. At that mont, it was as if there was only one na in the world.
“Tuo Tie!”
“Tuo Tie!”
“Tuo Tie!”
The host had to exert a lot of effort to quiet the audience down, then he announced the results of the match with so coldness, “Tuo Tie wins!”
Imdiately, the audience shouted again.
“Tuo Tie!”
“Tuo Tie!”
“Tuo Tie!”
Tuo Tie smiled, pulled out the broadsword from Raymond’s body, waved his hand to the crowd to acknowledge them, and then left the scene with grace.
As for Raymond, naturally, the Duel Arena staff rushed up with wooden boards to carry him away for treatnt—or more accurately, to collect his body—since Raymond was clearly dead.
At the entrance, Nancy was slightly stunned, seemingly surprised. Macbeth, however, was calm, evidently not too concerned about Raymond’s death. In fact, even if Richard or Nancy were to die, it would be the sa for him. Originally, to him, the trio of Richard was nothing more than minor pieces in play. Even if they all died, it wouldn’t be a big deal, just that things might beco slightly more troubleso.
Macbeth spoke indifferently, looking at Nancy and Richard with a hint of lantation, “Tsk, poor Raymond. But he must be the worst swordsman among the three of you, right? I hope the two of you won’t end up like him.”
“Uh…” Nancy replied, not sure what to say.
Richard said softly, “We won’t.”
“That’s good,” Macbeth said, looking at Nancy, “Next up, it’s your turn to go on stage, right?”
“Yes,” Nancy nodded, her expression becoming serious. She was a little surprised, but not afraid of Raymond’s death. After all, on the giant wheel, facing pirates and rmaids was much more dangerous than now.
“Good luck,” Macbeth said.
“Okay,” Nancy replied, holding her longsword as she walked onto the field, her steps steady and powerful, her expression utterly calm.
And then…
About ten seconds later, Nancy returned the sa way she ca, her steps equally steady and powerful, her expression equally calm.
Walking to the entrance, beside Richard and Macbeth, Nancy was a bit tense, and she asked with wide eyes and disbelief, “Did I really win like that?”
“It seems so,” Macbeth touched his nose, his expression also a bit odd.
“At least, by the rules, you’ve won,” Richard said, “After all, the host has already announced the result. Even if the opponent truly hurried over now, it can’t be changed.”
“Uh, okay,” Nancy said, frowning slightly, not quite understanding, “What’s up with the opponent, to be absent like this? Overslept? Ran into so issues on the way? Got tied up with sothing last minute?”
“We don’t know,” Richard shrugged, “Anything could happen, but the result won’t change—you won.”
“Lucky girl,” Macbeth comnted, then turned to Richard, “Okay, it’s your turn next. Whether your opponent also has issues, I hope you can win the match. After all, since King Hu Fu didn’t appear this morning, the chances of him showing up this afternoon might not be high. We must try to reach the finals as much as possible. So in the match, don’t be too hasty, prioritize a stable approach.”
“Yes.”
Richard nodded, and then he left the entrance.
Looking up, the sun was already high, casting a scorching sensation on his body. Taking a deep breath, Richard adjusted his state of being and walked briskly towards the center of the arena.
His opponent was not absent like Nancy’s, already appearing, approaching the center of the field. The opponent had a very distinctive appearance—a completely bald head with no hair, reflecting bright light under the sun. His wide face, full of scars, with a crooked nose, slanted eyes, and unruly beard spreading along his lips, he looked extrely fierce, like the words “bad guy” were written all over his face, enough to frighten any child.
And the opponent, dragging the heavy broadsword, weighing dozens of pounds, behind him, also had a deterrent effect. It wasn’t just the blade that could slice into a body—even being hit with the spine of the sword could potentially kill soone on the spot.
Richard looked at his opponent, his eyes flashing briefly.
At this ti, the host’s voice resounded from the platform: “Now in the arena, one of them is ranked second, from Iron Wheel Castle, the wielder of the giant sword, Hei Man. As a professional swordsman, he has been hired by many rcenary teams and groups and has killed nurous enemies. It’s said that the especially brutal Boske Thief Gang was exterminated by the rcenary group he belonged to.
This ti, he specifically ca to participate in the swordsmanship competition, hoping to achieve a good result and be appreciated by our great King Hu Fu.
Oh, there’s also another swordsman, who is currently temporarily ranked first—Richard. It’s worth ntioning that he, along with the previously lucky winning female swordsman, Nancy, and the unfortunate deceased male swordsman, Raymond, all co from the sa place—Pompeitz City.
It’s said that the three of them were trained from a young age by a noble with considerable strength nad Jones. He brought the three of them to the competition to see their true combat abilities.
We now know that Richard’s two companions both have competent real combat abilities, though their luck differs greatly—one extrely unlucky, the other extrely lucky. So why not, let’s see what kind of luck this swordsman Richard will have, and how he will perform.
With that, I declare, the match begins!”
As he spoke, the host threw a handkerchief down.
The handkerchief slowly fell from the air, Richard holding his sword looked at the opponent called Hei Man who, with lightning speed, retreated backwards, so by the ti the handkerchief touched the ground, he had already moved back a good ten ters.
Uh, what kind of rhythm is this?
Richard raised his eyebrows slightly.
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