The arena has been a special venue for bloody sports since ancient times.
No matter how future generations use to modify these sports full of blood and killing, and use countless arguments to discuss the rationality of the existence of the arena, they cannot conceal that this building was born as a container for human primitive impulses.
However, when Zhou Li and Don Quixote stepped into this huge arena built by themselves, their hearts were extremely calm, without any ups and downs. They have no fear, no excitement, no adrenaline rush. The strong wind swept the yellow sand in the field and covered them around them. The two of them staggered and separated, walking towards the two ends.
The crowd never stopped cheering, they were boasting, whistling, shouting, and their eyes were bloodshot. It has been decades since that world-destroying disaster, and the world seems to have come to a standstill, without any ups and downs. People who have gradually erased the pain of the past in a life that is like a backwater begin to think that life is very boring. However, when the brave man appeared and brought the news that he would fight a great noble, a huge stone was thrown into the stagnant water, making a shocking noise.
Cheers, wind, heartbeat. Don Quixote walked towards her position slowly and steadily, his armor engraved with runes shining in the sun, as majestic as a heroic spirit from ancient times. At this moment, her ears were filled with countless chaotic sounds, but her heart at this moment was extremely peaceful.
Stand still, sword in hand, erect.
The standard knight stance makes Don Quixote freeze in the yellow sand like a statue. Her right hand wearing a mithril glove floated above the hilt of the sword. She was not holding the sword, but she felt the sharp edge.
Zhou Li didn't make a move this time, he walked to his position as usual. At this time, he was wearing an ordinary leather armor, without a helmet, and still had that very funny mask on his face. But as he stood there, no one was in a mocking mood. After a while, the crowd gradually quieted down, and the entire arena became silent.
Mainly he pulled out a shit fork.
"This is called 槊."
Zhou Li shouted through the loudspeaker, then he put the long stick on the ground, leaned it crookedly against the wooden pole, and continued shouting through the loudspeaker: "Have you ever heard of Hengshu composing poems? "
Regardless of the question marks on their faces, Zhou Li cleared his throat and continued to shout to the audience: "First of all, thank you all for coming today. This time, Tang Ji and I Ms. Hede's fight does not involve any political factors or economic interests, it is all personal feelings. I hope everyone understands."
Laughter suddenly broke out in the crowd, and the originally solemn air was suddenly broken. Everyone discovered that this brave man seemed to be different from the previous brave men who always remained solemn. Zhou Li nodded slightly as the crowd laughed. Then the laughter subsided and Zhou Li continued:
"Then, I want to make a statement to everyone."
Zhou Li adjusted the loudspeaker to the maximum volume, and then he took out the Brave's Book of Identity and showed it to everyone.
After being shown on the big screen, people were surprised to find that there was no light at all on the bright book that had appeared in history books. Zhou Li spread the Brave Exclusive on the ground and tore off a page under everyone's gaze. He was very leisurely and didn't know what he was doing. After a while, under the doubtful expressions of people, Zhou Li had more in his hands. made a paper airplane.
"Good guy, this craft is still so good after fifty years."
Zhou Li sighed with emotion, then he threw it casually, and the paper plane drew a beautiful arc in the sky and slowly landed in the audience.
Archbishop Liard looked at the blank piece of paper that fell in front of him, as if he suddenly thought of something, and his calm and calm expression suddenly turned into panic.
"Stop! Stop!"
Leard stood up, and a majestic scale silhouette suddenly appeared behind him. Countless bright haloes burst out from the right end of the scale, heading straight towards Zhou Li and Don Quixote who were on the stage. However, when those halos were about to touch the two of them, a plain white paper appeared out of thin air and stood in front of them. In an instant, all the halos dissipated, leaving only a scale more magnificent than that behind Archbishop Leard standing in the air, exuding infinite meaning.
At this time, everyone on the stage was inevitably shocked. The action of a red archbishop often represented many things. What surprised them even more was that Tai Zhouli didn't seem to care about Lild's attack. He just glanced at the bald head with a smile, then turned around and put the book on his waist again. He raised the horn as if nothing had happened:
"I have something to announce. This book is exclusive to brave men..."
Zhou Li put down the trumpet and raised his long spear. This time, even if he just muttered in a voice that he could hear, everyone present understood what his next words were.
That book is fake!
It was too late, he knew everything.
Lild's chest felt tight. This time, he shot himself in the foot. The contract that Zhou Li signed again was the ultimate contract that he made using the paper he personally requested from the God of Justice in order to ensure that Zhou Li would not use off-site factors to interfere with the duel. The rules behind this contract cannot be broken by external forces. Not even a demigod-level professional can do it, let alone Lild, who is only at the brilliant level.
Although he didn't know what the problem was with the nobles, it was obvious that Zhou Li was not controlled by the nobles at all, nor did he appear to be angry or panicked. On the contrary, Zhou Li now acted much more calmly than he who planned all this.
But it’s no big deal!
Lild quickly calmed down and reorganized his thoughts and sat back in his seat, his dark eyes filled with calmness. This time, he had three levels of protection. The first level was to make the nobles anger and disturb Zhou Li's thoughts, restrain Zhou Li and make him lose the ability to fight, and then throw him into the arena. This is the simplest and most labor-saving way.
Obviously, this first step has failed. The group of nobles who failed to succeed but failed more than had already exposed the nature of this duel to Zhou Li, and he would definitely become suspicious of this duel. Zhou Li was very smart, and it was impossible for him to fail to realize the traps in the terms he signed, so he did not wear the exclusive copy for the brave, but took a fake one to deceive himself.
If I guessed correctly, Don Quixote has never trusted us. She should have settled her relationship with Zhou Li long ago.
Lild narrowed his eyes slightly, and a ray of light flashed through his eyes. Looking at the two people who had already bowed and were waiting for the clock to strike and rush towards each other, Liard stretched his eyebrows and a sarcastic smile appeared on his face.
The fun is yet to come.
Lord Brave.
