Chapter 54: The Courage of the Coward (Part 1)

There was one more thing in the ring today than before. A long table. Before the competition, the audience heard that some gimmicks were added to this competition, and alchemists from the three major priests in the south would also participate. The table was the works of the three alchemists.

The host whispered: "Now, please ask the two contestants to choose the equipment."

Bilmondo did not dare to compete with His Highness the Third Prince. He bowed slightly and made a gesture similar to surrender. The third prince's eyes were filled with a strange smile. After a moment of refusal, he took a look at it and walked over first.

In Ge Zheng's equipment, the Tai Chi badge that seemed a bit strange in the eyes of the people in the Xinglian world, which is his logo.

His Highness the Third Prince had already known this, and he chose Ge Zheng's equipment without hesitation.

Seeing that His Highness was not more selective, he picked up the glove that looked dark and had nothing unique. There was a sound of a demon bee leaving his nest.

The third prince chose the equipment and returned to his own corner. He heard the discussion below, and the smile on his face was still as gentle as the spring breeze, but he said disdainfully: A group of stupid pigs, I don’t choose the works of masters who can refine quasi-artifacts. Do you have to hesitate to choose works of other fools?

Billmondo came up after the third prince was chosen - in fact, this choice should be made by both players, so that it can be fair. However, Billmondo's childhood experience told him not to offend His Highness the Third Prince, you are just a little person, just do what you should do.

He chose a piece of equipment with the emblem of the steel hand: a small shield mounted outside the arm armor.

Under the ring, three alchemy referees were wearing royal robes and sat upright behind a table. Not far behind them, they were standing by Sala and her entourage by chance.

When the follower saw that Billmondo had chosen the work of the emblem, he immediately said excitedly: "Your Highness, that is the work of Master Lorente!" But Salad did not seem so excited, but just nodded lightly.

When Shara saw the actions of His Highness the Third Prince just now, she was a little surprised: Why did His Highness choose that guy's work without hesitation without comparing it? There must be something hidden in this. Shara's brow frowned slightly, and a hint of uneasiness appeared in her heart, but he looked at the three referees in front of her, and her brows quickly relaxed: The Principality of Maris has defected to the Third Prince, Humph, fortunately I was prepared.

Ge Zheng really wanted to leave his own game here to cheer for Dirkmont, but he was one of the players and the rules stipulated that he could not leave, so he had to stand obediently in the audience. Miss Feifei gently pulled his sleeve: "Teacher, look." Feifei pointed behind the three judges, and a salad in a fiery red high V-necked long skirt was staring at them in protest.

"Teacher, I think this competition is probably not that fair." Feifei said with some concern.

Ge Zheng waved his hand and said, "Don't think too much." He turned his eyes to the ring. His Highness's riding beast, the Explosion of the Flame Tiger, his shoulders were wide and thick, and he was wearing an inconspicuous black and brown shoulder pad. Ge Zheng looked very familiar, and it was the monster equipment he had refined himself.

On the ring, the host shouted: "The competition begins!" and then hurriedly jumped off the ring.

"Knock!" A dragon roar, the third prince drew his sword in his hand. The sword was shaped like a demon's wing, and it was seven feet long from beginning to end, which was a little taller than the third prince himself.

Qi Chang's sword shook in his hand, and the third prince took advantage of the opportunity to turn over and landed neatly on the back of the riding beast. The Explosive Tiger roared, and his front paw raised high and stood up. The third prince strangled the beast with one hand and slashed the knife with the other hand, and the colorful light shone in the ring! This appearance of the beast immediately won a lot of applause, and even the three alchemy referees couldn't help but applaud.

Looking at the opposite side, Bill Mondo's momentum was much worse. This level 8 general who was determined to earn the last 20,000 gold coins to go home, stepped on the short and fat Honghao, with his two-handed sword technique on his left chest, and he was defensive.

"Hi!" The third prince roared, stepped down and kicked the hind legs of the Burning Flame Tiger, and jumped violently, one man and one beast rushed to assault. The Burning Flame Tiger shrugged his head and shoulders, and crashed into Honghao at a fast speed.

His Highness the Third Prince just tried the gloves. The knife in his hand weighed 350 pounds. Generally speaking, he struggled to use it with one hand, but today he put on the gloves and the sword of the Beast in the Wind just now seemed very relaxed. The Third Prince was secretly happy: It seems that he did not choose the wrong choice, how could the group of stupid pigs in the audience know the mystery!

He controlled the riding beast with one hand, and he held the sword with a fierce grip. The level 10 colorful fighting spirit exploded. In a circle of rainbow-like halo, a huge black long sword seemed to fly from the sky, descending head-on, and falling straight to the opponent's head.

Although Billmondo's Honghao was covered in hard thorns, how could he withstand the impact of a quasi-artifact? The roar of the Exploding Tiger overlapped with the dull sound of the impact. Billmondo heard a pitiful wail from the beast under his crotch, and then he rolled his back and threw Dirkmont out.

On Honghao's body, there were blue electric snakes that could be seen with naked eyes, and the sizzling electric shock continued. Before Honghao's body had fallen to the ground, it was hit by the explosion of flame tiger and flew out of the ring from afar.

Honghao pulled Bill Mondo out with his last back, but indirectly saved Bill Mondo's life. The third prince pointed the knife and he just snatched it. The black demon wings fell with the seven-colored light, and a horse rushed for dozens of meters, pulling them from the place where they fought to the edge of the ring, leaving a long trench that was half a foot deep!

"Ah..." Bilmondo seemed a little panicked after landing. He repeatedly showed weakness to His Highness, just showing a gesture, but His Highness the Third Prince did not seem to appreciate it. If the sword was hit just now, he would probably not have the life to go back and fulfill his wishes.

The strength was completely unequal. His Highness, the Third Prince, hit the opponent's riding beast with one blow, forcing him to be embarrassed. The audience below felt very happy. They didn't know Bill Mondo's thoughts, nor could they see so many hidden language on the ring. As long as they played wonderfully, they would cheer. In the eyes of these audiences, this was a performance. Just like a sports game on earth, the audience cheered and did nothing wrong.

Billmondo saw the third prince's eyes at that moment. A fierce and fierce look flashed in his blue eyes, and his heart sank: The third prince will not show mercy, he is in danger!

The cowardly people were also angry. Bill Mondo's mother's turbid eyes flashed in front of him, the little sister's innocent smile, and the tombs in the tribe's tombs that had been disrepaired for a long time...

When his hope was deprived of the demon in front of him, Bill Mondo's original uncontested heart was filled with courage in an instant!

"Ah--" He roared like a beast and suddenly jumped up from the ground, like a hunting dog rushing straight to the prey, rushing towards the third prince fiercely.

The third prince looked at his purple fighting spirit and a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The magic winged long sword turned back, and he held the knife in his back hand and stabbed it out like a knight's gun.

With this stab, he obviously felt the extra force coming from his gloves. The third prince couldn't help but look at Ge Zheng in the audience and made up his mind: If this person cannot be used by me, he must be eliminated!

When there was a loud "throw" sound, Bilmondo was staggered. He rolled on the ground, circled around, and drilled under the belly of the Explosive Tiger with a soothing sound.

"Go to die!" Bilmondo roared, and a thick purple light suddenly burst out from his arm holding the giant sword. The giant sword slashed from bottom to top, and he wanted to open the Explosive Fire Tiger's abdomen!

"Dang" another loud sound, a brilliant colorful light arrogantly overshadowed his purple fighting spirit. The scene of tiger blood bathing in the body did not appear. Bill Mondo's big sword with both hands broke, folded into two, and the upper half flew out of the ring, causing a chaotic situation among the crowd, and the lower half was still in the hand of Bill Mondo who was a little stupid.

His Highness the Third Prince sat upright on the back of the beast, high above, and Bilmondo was lying at the feet of the beast. The afternoon sunlight happened to pass the blade of the third prince's long sword raised its magic wings and raised its height, and reflected in Bilmondo's eyes, which was dazzling and splendid!

"Hi!" A colorful light fell into the rainbow, and the magic winged sword fell into the air. Bilmondo subconsciously rolled on the spot and avoided the frontal attack of the blade.

However, the third prince's moves had reached the state of being able to receive and receive freely. He was halfway through this slash and suddenly turned and cut horizontally towards Bilmondo.

Bilmondo got out dozens of meters and just got up, a colorful light chased after him. He raised the broken sword in his hand, roared and slashed up with both hands.

"Table..." The silver shavings in the sky reflected the sunlight and were shining brightly, which was very beautiful. Bill Mondo's broken sword was completely shattered this time. He spitted out a mouthful of blood and retreated, but the third prince's magic winged sword had not yet reached its peak. The blade's light shone, as if aiming at the poisonous snake at the throat of the prey!

"Balmundo raised his hand, and the small shield attached to the left arm saved his life. Although the shield was also shattered by a blow, it finally stopped the Demon Winged Sword.
Chapter completed!