Chapter 144: Let Me Take A Stab At It

  "This is a carnival like a festival celebration!"

  The first impression left on Xia Ya after witnessing the scene with her own eyes!!

  The ancient arena's outer wall is a polygon, and after entering inside, it is a large circular square with stepped stands of varying heights from several meters to over ten meters.

  In the center, a circular pit with a diameter of about 100 meters was dug out on the ground, and the depth of excavation underground also reached around 4-5 meters. The surrounding area was piled up with giant stones to form an edge that was high and inaccessible. The spectators in the stands around it were above the safe height at the edge.

  The highest place is in the north, where the viewing platform on that side is 15 meters high, compared to the height of the city wall. The protruding platform is shaped like a fence, with square stone pillars standing upright. The middle one is the highest, semi-circular, and even the railing of the fence is painted gold. The platforms on both sides are spaced about one meter apart, spreading out in a fan shape.

  The rest of the stands were ordinary stepped style, when Xia Ya walked into the arena, this giant arena that could hold more than 20,000 people was already half full.

  According to Avfreca, this was just a warm-up match, and by the time of the actual competition, almost every stadium was packed.

  The seats closest to the front row are the most expensive, as they allow spectators to hear the roars and shouts of the gladiators in the arena at close range, see the bloody scenes with every detail more clearly, and sometimes even feel the splashing blood!

  These seats have always been reserved for those aristocrats or wealthy businessmen who are willing to pay a high price.

  Those platforms that look like private boxes in the distance are actually owned by the imperial nobles, and the highest one in the center belongs to the royal family. Every year's tournament final, the emperor himself will attend the game. The platforms on both sides belong to the prime minister and generals. The empire has left two deep scratches from the wolf's claws, with bloodstains, and there are also bloodstains on one of the wolf's front paws. During the fight, the movements were a bit disjointed, apparently it was also injured by that warrior.

  Xia Ya watched as the wolf pounced, sending the warrior flying backward and landing on the ground. However, the warrior was quick to react and used his shield to block the wolf's attack. Although he was knocked down, the wolf's head was pressed against the shield, its claws tearing at it but unable to penetrate. The warrior took advantage of the opportunity to stab the wolf in the abdomen several times with his long sword from underneath.

  The sound of gurgling blood, the audience on the sidelines cheered in unison, the wolf let out a mournful howl, and was finally overturned by the warrior's efforts. Its belly had already been ripped open, with its internal organs spilling out, it struggled for a few moments before falling to the ground. The warrior took large strides forward, plunged his sword into the wolf's skull, then raised his shield and let out a victorious roar, earning cheers from the audience on the sidelines.

  Xia Ya saw this and withdrew her gaze, letting out a cold laugh.

  Ahsan Rakat also noticed the situation on that side, seeing Xie Ya's expression, he explained: "In the process of drawing lots, in order to increase the viewing power, a heavy hammer was reasonably struck on the surface of the giant gong, and with a loud noise, the trial began! The two men quickly lifted the gong and retreated from the side door.

  Philip stood on the scene, calm and relaxed. He had already calculated that he would not encounter any opponents who could pose a real threat to him in the preliminary round. Although there were also hidden dragons and tigers in the preliminary round, his large sum of gold coins had already been spent, bribing the Chamber of Commerce people who arranged the matches. His draw process was already counted in his heart, and he would be unimpeded until the final match. Alucard, on the other hand, did not make a mistake. He was using the weak opponents in the preliminary round to create several consecutive victories, increasing his prestige.

  Before this match, he had already won four in a row, and one of them even killed a mid-tier Wind Arrow Beast on the spot! That gave him a lot of fame, but others didn't know that the arrow beast he fought against was fed a large bucket of strong wine mixed with anesthetics before the match.

  Taking a glance at his opponent, this opponent was far inferior to himself in terms of equipment. The sword and shield in his hand were ordinary goods, and the leather armor on his body was even more inferior, only used by distant mercenary groups... Even if he just defended without counterattacking, relying on his high-quality silver armor, it wasn't easy for the opponent to hurt him!

  The opponent warrior bowed his head, holding a knife and shield, turned half a circle beside Philip "carefully capturing the war machine", Philip stood there, proudly holding a sword and smiling, coldly looking at his opponent.

  Finally, the opponent couldn't find any weakness, and with a loud roar, a faint gray light burst out from his body, apparently his martial arts skills had reached the level of a mid-tier warrior. With one step, he leaped into the air, using his shield to protect his vital spots, and struck down with a knife!

  On the blade's edge, the fighting spirit shines brightly!

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  Philip took a step back, parried the sword horizontally, and heard a "ka" sound. The warrior retreated, and the knife in his hand was already missing a small mouth! Philip laughed loudly, deliberately showing off, and shouted: "You are not my opponent, throw down your knife and surrender quickly!"

  He was enveloped in a brilliant silver light, and the sacred aura emanating from his body was awe-inspiring. The audience in the stands, who knew their stuff, erupted into cheers and applause.

  High-level Aura! High-level Aura

  "Yí?" Xia Ya couldn't help but feel a little puzzled too.

  This Philip, when he was defeated by himself on that day, didn't his aura seem less fierce?

  Amelia glared at him and coldly laughed: "He's faking it!"

  "Faking it? Can you even fake a fight?" Xia Ya's eyes widened.

  "He must have had some magic cast on that armor of his, this is an illusion, using light to amplify the aura's glow, making it look intimidating, but actually... Hmph, his younger brother used the same trick last year, before the match, he already made his opponent wary, and when they started fighting, he was able to gain the upper hand. But in the end, I still took him down, Hmph! These two brothers are not good people."

  As expected, the opponent's face turned even more unsightly as he saw Philip's magnificent aura. Philip let out a loud cry and leapt into the air, his movements unfolding like a great bird in flight, beautiful and lithe. In mid-air, he brought down his sword, its blade flashing with light, and struck the opponent's shield with a burst of energy. The opponent raised his shield to block the attack, but it was no use - the ordinary iron shield was split in two with a loud "ka" sound!

  Philip fell to the ground in front of his opponent, sword raised and ready to strike. His opponent exerted himself to block with a horizontal slash, but Philip's momentum was too strong. The two exchanged blows four or five times, each one landing with a loud clang. Philip's opponent grew weaker by the second, his original strength inferior to Philip's, and now he was being overpowered by Philip's aura. His shield was shattered, and his sword arm weakened. Although he struggled to block Philip's attacks, after several exchanges, he stumbled backward, awkwardly trying to defend himself. A pained cry escaped his lips as Philip landed a blow on his shoulder. Philip deliberately showed off, twisting his sword blade and striking the opponent's chest armor with a loud clang, sending it flying off his body.

  He took a step forward and kicked his opponent in the chest, the warrior spat out blood and flew backward, fell to the ground and struggled for a moment, trying to get up, but Philip was already upon him, raising his long sword to strike!

  Clang! Clang! Clang!!

  The silver brilliance overpowered the gray aura of his opponent, rendering it nearly invisible. With several consecutive slashes, the warrior was already kneeling on the ground, unable to stand up. After parrying a few times with both hands gripping the knife, there was a "ka" sound, and the blade in his hand suddenly shortened by a segment!

  Philip sneered, the sword tip was already on his opponent's neck, and then again with one foot, kicked his opponent to lie on the ground, his foot trampling on his opponent's chest, raised his long sword to gesture repeatedly at the audience in the stands.

  At this time, all the spectators on the platform were stunned!

  It's already a rare sight to see a high-ranking warrior with silver aura in the preliminary round! Such masters are supposed to directly enter the main tournament!

  The audience shouted in unison, with many people shouting loudly and waving a handkerchief from under their seats. Some even twisted their faces and roared: "Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!!"

  Some even bet on their opponents and lost money, tearing up their betting slips in anger and shouting "Kill" loudly!

  The whole field was filled with cries of "Kill!"

  "This was originally a kind of deafness, Xia Ya frowned and asked loudly: "What ancient ritual? What does this challenge mean?"

  "Right, the winner has the right to demand that the match not end, the martial arts continue!! As long as the bronze gong doesn't sound it's okay! According to ancient custom, a victorious warrior can challenge all the spectators in the arena to a fight, and if someone in the audience is dissatisfied with this winning warrior, they can immediately come down to the arena to challenge him. No matter what happens"

  Xia Ya jumped down from the arena with a dull thud, and the spot where his feet landed suddenly burst out with a loud crash, creating a pit in the ground!

  Xia Ya wiped the dirt off his face and looked up at Philip with a sly smile: "Hey pale face, I'm here!!"

  Philip had originally calculated in his heart that there wouldn't be any masters watching from the stands during this preliminary match, so he didn't think it was a big deal to make some unconventional moves. Just now, he had triggered thunderous applause and was feeling proud of himself when suddenly this ominous figure descended from the heavens?!

  Philip's eyes cleared and he felt a chill run down his spine! How could he forget Xia Ya? On that day, on the road, this madman intervened, saving Afreca, and when they fought, this guy's martial skills were off the charts! He was forced to retreat step by step! If it weren't for the magician he had hired, he would have been beheaded by Xia Ya at the time! And even so, every time Philip thought about how Xia Ya had killed the magician in a fair fight, holding up the magician's bloody head, with an aura of evil energy all around him, it gave Philip nightmares!!

  And at this moment, when I was feeling most triumphant, this nightmare of a guy suddenly appeared out of nowhere?!

  Philip was so startled that he almost couldn't hold his sword, and subconsciously retreated two steps back, staring at Xia Ya with wide eyes.

  "Huh? Why are you staring with your eyes wide open?" Xia Ya narrowed his eyes, slowly pulled out the fire fork, and a wicked smile appeared on his face: "Can't recognize me? Come come come, little white face, obediently come over and let Lord Xia Ya properly poke you a few times!"

  The deafening cheers around him were like a tsunami, but at this moment, Philip had not the slightest bit of pride in his heart. He was so angry that he wished he could slap himself twice!

  Philip's face turned pale, his eyes fixed on Xia Ya, and he finally gritted out a sentence: "You! I have no grudge against you, why are you pressing me so hard?"

  Xia Ya waved his hand and stepped forward, his fire fork continuously slashing downwards as he sneered.

  "Friends or foes, let me take a few stabs first. Come on, come on, don't hide!"

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