During the time when the two were joking, the two who were fighting in the ring were at an unknown point.
As the victorious side, Paril Sword Demon, has secured the title of champion with nine consecutive victories, and the points accumulated in the battle have reached an astonishing 2560 points.
Speaking of the mechanism of this kind of arena competition, Artolis had heard about it.
The two sides are set to compete on a 400-square-meter arena. Both sides can wear their own armor, but the weapons are limited to official two-turn brass weapons with low attack values. At the same time, they cannot use any special medicines or high-energy weapons. Magic crystals and other foreign objects that affect balance. If either party is knocked down and can no longer resist, or is knocked out of the field, it will be deemed a loss.
Under this kind of rules, there is no need to use spiritual equipment to fight, only those who have the courage and ability to challenge the challenger can take the stage. However, the requirement to challenge the arena is to deliver an equal amount of points to the challenger's current income. If you win the challenge, you can get all the points. The winner can choose to accept it as soon as it's done, or you can continue to stand on the stage and become the new champion. Take on higher dollar challenges.
It is worth mentioning that the group competition adopts an anonymous system, and challengers do not need to reveal their real names, which is why they have such strange names. At this time, the champion of the nine-game winning streak, Ransom Burr, can be regarded as an old acquaintance in the guild. As the permanent leader of the commission office, he has now thrown away the baggage of his idol and used Parry You, the sword ghost, enjoy the cheers of the audience in the audience.
Encouraging Mr. Jack to squeeze all the way to the front row, his eyes fell on Ransom Burr through the huge transparent light barrier that covered the entire arena area in front of him to protect the audience from harm. He analyzed Atori with his eyes open. Silk's pretty eyebrows raised slightly.
Artoris remembered that as early as three years ago when she first came to the Eternal City, the first team commission she and Gawain participated in was led by Ransom Burr as the team leader. At that time, Lansenboer was already a Level 4 143 being, and now three years later, that guy has passed the trial and has broken through to Level 5 156.
At this stage, Ransombor can definitely be regarded as a powerful fighter. At this time, he is not inferior to Helos in the past, and the Thunder Sword Rider happens to be one of the more powerful professions in solo combat. , so it is no easy task for Artolis to win victory from that guy!
"There shouldn't be any new challengers in a short period of time, right? I'll take a nap for now..." After waiting for twenty minutes, the tenth challenger did not appear on the stage, and Kaguya had eaten and drank enough. He seemed drowsy, his head resting on Artolis's shoulder, and soon there was a sound of breathing like a kitten's meowing.
"Are you a little pig?" Turning her face to look at Kaguya's sleeping face, Artolis stretched out her hand and pinched her cheek, dumbfounded.
There was no response. It was obvious that Kaguya was really tired of playing. After reaching a consensus with Mr. Jack, Artolis planned to take Kaguya away first. However, as soon as she turned her head, she saw a familiar figure.
"Hey, I saw this big pumpkin from a long way away. When I walked in, I saw that it turned out to be an acquaintance."
"Lancelot?" Looking at the big man approaching her, Artolis's eyes showed a hint of surprise.
"Yes, it's me! What a coincidence, you two are also here to watch the arena match? Hey, wait a minute! What are you doing in Lilith's pumpkin? Is there some mystery in it that I don't know about? Come on, make a seat for me, and I’ll come in and take a dip!”
"Fuck you!" Artolis pushed away Lancelot, who was confused and eager to try, and then told him the whole story angrily.
"Sure enough, I was just wondering how you convinced the eldest lady to come to the celebration. After all, she is the ultimate otaku..."
Before Lancelot could finish speaking, Artolis quickly used the Sunda Wind to cover his mouth and nose, while making a silencing gesture.
"Are you really not afraid that she will hear it?" Artolis rolled her eyes.
"Although the eldest lady may not have that kind of temperament, I think you are right."
After carefully considering the meaning of Artolis' words, Lancelot swallowed, looked into Artolis's eyes and nodded knowingly.
Paying attention to the looks of others, Artolis took a breath and immediately turned her attention to Lancelot again: "So you are lonely and you are here to watch like us? ?”
"Oh, you said this." Seeing that the topic turned to himself, Lancelot looked at Artolis and showed a rare meaningful smile. While speaking, he also covered an extended pure black cloak. On the body.
"I'm different from you. I came here specially to challenge the challenger!"
"Uh...eh...?"
"Look, what did I see? It's the challenger!" The host, who had been waiting for a long time, after receiving the news from the formalities office, took a quick look and saw the man in black in the description walking through the barrier. Step into the venue.
At the same time, when the challenger appeared on the stage, the audience burst into screams and applause.
"Finally, under the spotlight of everyone, we welcome today's tenth warrior. Please invite - the undefeated (tongue flick) ~ Mr. Knight of the Lake, come onto our stage!"
Lancelot put on his cloak and mask, and jumped onto the ring amidst the excited shouts of the crowd.
"The Knight on the Lake, does he mean Sir Lancelot from King Arthur's time?" After his eyes lingered on the man in black for a moment, Ransomber seemed to see some clues, so he asked tentatively.
"I can't tell, but you are quite knowledgeable, which I appreciate very much." In response to Lancelot's question, Lancelot lowered his voice and pretended to be a master, and turned around from He broke away from the pressure of the fifth revolution, clenched his flat hands into fists, and raised only one index finger to challenge the opponent.
"But, since it's an arena match, how about we skip the meaningless pleasantries? I always like to speak based on my strength, and I focus on quick wins. Since a battle can end in one round, it will never be postponed to the next round. . Regarding this, I wonder if Paril Sword Demon can understand it?"
"What the hell is this!" Artolis couldn't react at the moment. She didn't remember Lancelot ever speaking in this tone. His character shouldn't be like this, right?
This kind of line was given to Lancelot. He must have practiced it no less than ten times before, and he must have spoken it out of this guy's mouth on this occasion!
"Hmm~ Has the game started yet?" The shouts from the people around disturbed Kaguya's dream. With her hazy eyes, she saw the new challenger coming on stage. She was confused but didn't forget to remind Artolis, so in front of her His arms arched.
"That man in black looks very powerful." Kaguya, who didn't know the truth, analyzed this.
"Uh... are you sure you are analyzing it seriously?"
