My Magic Age

Benjamin looked at the chips in my hand next to me and said to me: "If you do this, it is like throwing the gold coins into the pond!"

I looked innocent, and Benjamin couldn't bear to blame me deeply. Instead, he comforted me and said, "You bet with me later, and we will get back the money you lost..."

The stairway where a few of us were sitting was not the best place to watch the game, so at this time Benjamin pulled me directly and ran to the second floor. The four of us crowded on a railing on the second floor, and from here down Hoping to see the complete fight scene clearly, the four of us leaned on the marble railings and stuck our heads out to see the fierce fight scene inside the iron cage:

The pace of the battle in the iron cage was very fast. As soon as the mummy assassin entered the iron cage, he clung tightly to the thick steel bars of the iron cage and squatted motionless at the door, holding the sharp dagger in his hand. Like a calm poisonous snake, it is opening its mouth to choose someone to bite.

The imperial soldier was wearing a light leather armor. This kind of leather armor was the standard equipment of infantry archers in the imperial army. The upper body only had a simple breastplate to protect the chest. The lower part was a battle skirt. The legs were strong and strong. The steps he came out had a very unique rhythm, and they were sometimes fast and sometimes slow when running. He put one hand on the Roman sword at his waist, and the other hand held a knight's light shield, looking at the man with an expressionless face. A mummified assassin with a contemptuous smile on his lips.

...beautiful dividing line...

Hanselton held the knight's light shield flat against his chest and started running. Every time the warrior in light leather armor took a step, he jumped five or six meters forward like a spring. It could be seen that he My leg strength is already a bottleneck to a certain level, but I want to break through this bottleneck. Needing a more suitable opportunity, he has never been able to take this step, but he has already practiced martial arts to perfection. He showed a standard lunge when flying into the air, and every step he took was so easy. All muscles appear energetic during exercise.

The evil smile on his face has not disappeared. He is already standing in the center of the fighting arena. It took only a few breaths to cross a distance of nearly a hundred meters, with a contemptuous smile on his face. , the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he looked at the mummy assassin as if he were looking at a prey trapped in a fence. It seemed that he had to slow down his pace to make this boring battle more interesting.

Looking back at the mummy assassin, it was difficult for me to see what kind of expression he had under the linen bandage. He looked extremely cautious at this time, his body pressed tightly against the railings of the iron cage, and slowly moved to the right. , the steps are as light as a civet cat, the fist sword in his hand is hidden in In the cuffs, under the surrounding lights, there was a faint icy edge. He was ready to make a final counterattack at any time, but Hanselton seemed very patient. The mummy assassin tensed his muscles tightly, but He was hesitating whether to take the lead in attacking.

Most of the nobles watching the game gathered on the Hansenton side. They expressed their position in this way. As long as you listen to the chaotic shouts and curses against the mummy assassin on the field, it is not ugly. The nobles all supported Hansenton very much.

At this moment, the balance of victory seemed to be tilted towards Hansenton.

In underground boxing, there is a big difference between having someone supporting you and having no support.

Someone in the crowd secretly threw a sling from the outside of the iron cage. This sling was made of an extremely thin and tough rope with two pebbles tied to both ends. Although it looked very well made, Rough weapons, flat It is mostly used to hunt extremely fast worms. The head of the thumb is thick and the hair is thick and the hair is thick. 苷苋苣yan 茌苋苋苋苋苞舊笊笊�

This kind of sling is more common in the wilderness. The beast girls of the orc tribe are all good at using slings. They like to use this thing to hunt yellow sheep. If it were a normal game, the sling would not have any effect, but it was different now. The sling was now in Hansenton's hands, and it would be very fatal to the mummy assassin.

This kind of off-field assistance is allowed in underground boxing matches, but it requires a large sum of money. This money is so expensive that even one's own slave owners are not willing to pay it easily. If someone outside the field secretly threw these weapons into the field, it would be a different story!

"Look, he is so fast, Jia, you are destined to throw away this gold coin in vain. No matter how you look at it, there is no way this mummy assassin can defeat Hansenton!" Benjamin made a conclusion casually on the sidelines. Say it to me.

There was a "ding" sound, and the thick Roman sword looked at the iron bars of the iron cage, and sparks flew up.

The mummy assassin was like a drunken man under Hanselton's Roman sword. He barely dodged Hanselton's three consecutive attacks, and his body was like a crumpled piece of waste paper. , twisted and wrinkled, passed through the edge of the sword move.

I was a little speechless looking at the embarrassed figure of the mummy warrior. I really didn’t know where the victory he had won before came from!

Standing in the audience outside the stadium, the most anxious people were not the nobles who placed bets, but the two slave owners who were sweating profusely with anxiety. If the game failed, they would not only lose a person who was good at fighting. Slaves will also lose a lot of gold coins, so no matter which aspect they are, they are the ones least willing to accept failure.

The slave farm owner who was standing behind the mummy assassin was sweating profusely. He held the iron railing with both hands and kept encouraging the mummy assassin. However, the mummy assassin was very dull and remained indifferent no matter what the slave farm owner said, until someone in the crowd threw a rope to the shield warrior Hansenlton. At this time, the slave farm owner was completely angry and issued a series of vicious curses to the slave farm owner opposite.

The slave farm owner opposite, who looked a bit like a fat toad, was obviously much more relaxed. He held an account book in his hand and seemed to have begun to calculate the profits after winning this game. Seeing that someone even wanted to throw a rope in the field, he was even more proud.

The Mummy Assassin dodged Hansenlton's three consecutive attacks and retreated from the edge of the iron railing to the center of the fighting field. He kept dodging Hansenlton's attacks all the way. From the initial jerky movements to now becoming familiar and smooth, his learning and adaptability are so strong that he has roughly understood Hansenlton's attack routines in just a few moves, and then began to use his own speed to make some predictive moves that were very accurate.

His body movements and speed were actually increasing little by little until he retreated to the center of the fighting field. Every time he dodged and moved, he brought a row of faint phantoms.

"What a fast speed!" Benjamin sighed.

This is equivalent to Benjamin overturning his praise for Hansenlton and began to admire the speed of the Mummy Assassin.

"Now it seems that the instructors insist on making us run every day, and they really have a clear purpose!" Seeing this scene, a friend next to Benjamin said with a sigh.

The mummy assassin was so fast that several phantoms appeared behind his body. Almost every evasive action could accurately avoid Hansenton's attack. The fist sword hidden in his sleeve was like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue from time to time, and occasionally it could leave a shallow wound on Hansenton's body. The mummy assassin seemed very careful, and each wound was extremely small. Every time Hansenton panted heavily, there were tiny wounds in places that could not be covered by the light leather armor, and a layer of sticky plasma had been hung on the skin exposed to the outside.

The mummy assassin was like a clever bee, circling around Hansenton.

Hansenton's movements were getting slower and slower, and his steps seemed particularly heavy. Every time the mummy assassin left a wound on him, he roared in anger. His shield could only protect his important parts, not all parts of his body. The heavy Roman sword could not catch up with the flexible mummy assassin at all.

At this time, Hansenlton was like a trapped beast, struggling helplessly in the soft net woven by the hunter.

The role change between prey and hunter was so fast.

Hansenlton thought of a slingshot in the center of the fighting field. Perhaps that rope could really save his defeat.

He held the knight's light shield high and rushed towards the slingshot. How could the mummy assassin let him get the slingshot so easily? He followed Hansenlton like a fly and tried to stop him. But Hansenlton suddenly stopped, and his body turned half a circle on the spot like a gyroscope. The knight's shield in his right hand was swung up and smashed towards the mummy assassin.

There was no way to avoid it. The semicircular knight's shield was suddenly placed on the face of the mummy assassin, and the mummy assassin was directly slapped more than ten meters away. The shield hit the mummy assassin's head, bringing a strong sense of dizziness that made it impossible for the mummy assassin to get up from the ground.

It turned out that running towards the sling was just a feint by Hansenton, and the real killer move was this "shield strike".

Hansenton was covered in blood. He took two steps and stood in front of the mummy assassin's body, with one foot on his head. This position was very close to me. I was standing on the second-floor stand, holding the marble railing in my hand, and I could clearly hear the sound of bone cracking.

The nobles around who supported Hansenton cheered together. Hansenton was like a real winner. He stepped on the mummy assassin's head with one foot and raised one hand high up. He kept hitting the knight's light shield with a Roman sword at the audience around him, and the scene became heated again.

Hansenlton asked loudly to the outsiders: "Life or death?"

This is the right that the winner has over the loser. The nobles outside the arena did not hesitate at all and shouted loudly: "Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

Hanselton raised the Roman sword high with one hand and stabbed it into the chest of the mummy assassin fiercely, without a drop of blood flowing out.

At this moment, an arm holding a fist sword appeared behind Hansenlton, and the fist sword on the withered arm pointed directly at Hansenlton.

The onlookers on both sides had no time to issue a warning. Hansenlton felt a sharp pain in his chest. He lowered his head in disbelief and saw his chest. The tip of a sharp fist sword was half an inch long from Hansenlton's heart. The hot blood rushed out more than two meters away like a blood arrow. He fell on his back on the fighting field, staring at the ceiling of the fighting field with lifeless eyes. He only exhaled, but not inhaled.

The victory was reversed in an instant, and it was unexpected that the person who fell was Hansenlton.

The slave farm owner on the side of the Mummy Assassin slammed the huge iron cage hard, stood up excitedly, and celebrated with the nobles who bet on the victory of the Mummy Assassin.

The victory did not bring any action to the Mummy Assassin. He stood quietly beside Hansenlton, holding the Roman sword on his chest with one hand, and pulled the Roman sword off with his backhand, throwing it beside Hansenlton, holding his injured heart, and staggering out of the arena.

I stood on the terrace on the second floor, looking at the colorful chips in my hand, and I won.

"You can win this, Jia, you are really lucky!" Benjamin praised me.

I shook the chips in my hand with a chuckle, and said to Benjamin with a smile: "You should say that I have a sharp eye and can see clearly!"

After that, there were no more upsets in the two consecutive duels. As expected, the cold-faced alien warrior Lizardman won the victory. He cut off the opponent's head directly with the scimitar in his hand. The strength and speed of the lizardman far exceeded that of the opponent, and his knife skills were very sophisticated and ruthless. He almost didn't leave any chance for the opponent at the beginning. The strange moves only slashed out more than a dozen times in a row, and the swordsman's two-handed sword was chopped off and his throat was cut off with one knife.

Often, in such a life-and-death duel, the outcome can be seen in just a few moves. The moves are performed continuously, just like the lizardman. In the end, the opponent has no power to resist...

Next was the iron hammer warrior Talma. At the beginning, he also fought three hammers in a row and killed the shield warrior who was much taller than him, and quickly won the victory. Sometimes in the arena, having absolute power is often the magic weapon for victory.

Perhaps stimulated by me, Benjamin and his two friends also won the bet, and they all seemed extremely excited. Although they didn't win much, their joy was indescribable. For the nobles, experiencing this kind of excitement is a kind of entertainment.