The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 210 A Sword Fight

"Collect rent? What rent?"

Stone City, Hyde looked at Wuming vigilantly, "We didn't promise to share your taxes."

As soon as Wuming appeared at the gate of Stone City, he alarmed the city defense army.

These soldiers still remember the scene of Wuming plotting to withdraw the [-] coalition troops on the wall, and they gave Wuming considerable respect and reverence.Make Wuming very comfortable.

"Although the nameless hero has been a long time, it is still very comfortable to be flattered and complimented." Wuming sighed.

Ningmgfu's prime minister, Kenneth Hyde, also arrived at the first time to welcome Wuming.But when he heard the nameless intention, he immediately became alert.

Hyde said: "Although you are a great hero who saved Stone City, it is impossible for us to agree to [-]% of the tax. It will cause the city's finances to collapse, and it will eventually be destroyed..."

Hyde earnestly told Wuming the pros and cons.

"Don't worry, I didn't worry about your taxes." Wuming interrupted Hyde, "I'm here to find someone."

"The city lord is not here, I went to the countryside to inspect." Hyde said.

"Don't look for Nefeli." Wuming said.

"Then who are you looking for?" Hyde was curious.

"Don't worry, I won't trouble you, Stone City, it's my private business." Wuming waved to Hyde, "Why are you so busy, Nefeli is gone, aren't you busy?"

"How busy, I heard that you are coming, so I have to come too." Hyde said, "Are you all right?"

"I'll find you if I have something to do." Wuming said, "Go and do your work. I'll walk around your city for a while."

Wuming came to Stone City again this time, and found that the place was much more prosperous, more prosperous than all the times he had visited in the past.This place is no longer like a fortress of a king, but more like a city belonging to common people.

During the peacetime, all the wealth of Ningmgfu broke out, which is concentrated here.

Seeing Wuming was heartbroken.

"Greek, you deserve to die." Wuming clutched his chest, still thinking about his [-]% tax already in heaven.

"It's impossible for a normal monarch to agree to your request." The imitation body said with tears on Wuming's shoulder.

Nameless shook off tears:
"Forget it, this place is prosperous, and my caravan can also be full."

Wuming entered the city boldly from the city gate, like a general reviewing his soldiers, waiting to see his caravan flanking the road to welcome him.

He was dumbfounded when he entered the door without a name.

"Where are my employees?" Wuming spun around like a spinning top, looking for the employees of his caravan.

He found them, but very few, only a few sporadic ones, which were much different from the scene he wanted to occupy most of the stores in Stone City, with the eclipse coat of arms lining the aisles.

Stone City is still prosperous, with many merchants and shops, but the flags and coats of arms erected by the shops are messy and different. It seems that there are merchants belonging to any caravan.

Unbelievingly, he found a store and asked the merchants where he belonged, but the answer he got was not his Patch old store.

"How could this be?" Wuming couldn't believe it, "Didn't Stone City have so many caravans before?"

"It was a time of war." The businessman chatted to Wuming, "During the war, only those who dared to reap the war fortune dared to do business, but now it is after the war.

Wuming seemed to hold his last hope and asked:

"If you make money, will you give the money to Patch's old shop?"

"What the hell?" The caravan found Wuming's words unreasonable, "Why should we give them? We will at most give Stone City some taxes."

Wuming walked back to the street dejectedly, the bustling street was full of enthusiastic hawking, the sound was like a basin of cold water being poured on his head.

"I lit the fire, but I couldn't control it." Wuming wiped away tears.

"I always have to give people a drink of soup." Fangshen said with tears.

"Now I'm eating soup." Wuming was indignant and puzzled, "It doesn't make sense, my caravan should have preferential treatment in Stone City, how could it not be able to compete with these new caravans?"

Wuming found his employees and asked them in detail.

"It is true that Stone City does not charge our taxes." The unnamed businessman said, "But the tax in Stone City is not much, and our business cannot cover all aspects. Many areas that we are not aware of are preempted by others. We It’s going to be harder to get in.”

The businessman spread his hands: "Our scale is limited, and it is impossible to control all aspects."

"So the fields we originally set foot in are not bad?" Wuming heaved a sigh of relief.

The businessman thought for a while: "There are exceptions.

"For example, bridge repairs were originally led by our caravan, but because there were too many prisoners of war who repaired the bridge after the war, these prisoners of war formed several factions according to the lords and troops they originally attached to. Although they were still prisoners of war, due to the large number, we The control is limited. After all, even if we can provide technology and supervisors, the labor force is in the hands of these people, and if they are not satisfied, we can only make concessions."

"Tricksters, tricksters." Wuming said sadly, "I spared their lives, and they actually repaid me like this. Do you have any self-consciousness as a prisoner of war slave?"

After cursing a few words, Wuming lost his temper and didn't plan to take any measures to regain the position. He looked at the businessman listlessly:

"Then there is nothing else except this exception?"

"There is one more." The businessman said, "There is a caravan with a very strong strength. The price of some products is lower than ours. Even in the field we are good at, we are beaten by them."

Wuming was stunned: "We don't have taxes?"

"Yes, but the price of the other party is lower than ours." The businessman said, "And according to the investigation, the cost of the other party is similar to ours. We guess they are selling at a loss."

"Will that last long?" Wuming didn't believe it.

"Facing tigers, you just need to run faster than your companions." The businessman said, "If they can drag us down, we can last for a long time. At worst, we will raise prices in the future. Anyway, there is no competition anymore."

Wuming frowned: "This requires a lot of financial resources. What kind of caravan has such strength? We are the first large caravan on the border. It can't be the big caravans that were buried alive before crawling out of the soil right?"

"No." The merchant was convinced, "We merchants are the remnants of a large caravan, and those caravans are not like wandering people."

Nameless asked: "What kind of caravan?"

"Their coat of arms is a flower, called Lycoris Caravan." The merchant said, "Boss, are you going to smash the market?"

"I'm a civilized person, why would I do that kind of thing?" Wuming said, "Let's go."

"Boss, where are you going?"

"Go and collect a protection fee first." Wuming said.

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Of course, the protection fee is not to go to those caravans to collect it. The purpose of Wuming's visit to Stone City is that the tax collection he mentioned refers to the arena.

To be precise, it was Kalia Knight Mugram.

"One million ah one million."

Thinking of receiving 100 million runes immediately, Wuming and Haze's mood improved a lot.

Then he was stopped by the guard at the door.

"What are you doing?" Wuming asked the guard.

"Buy a ticket and go," said the doorman.

"When did the entrance to the arena charge?" Wuming was stunned.

"Normally there is no charge, but today there is Mugram." The guard said proudly, "The charge is to give you a chance, otherwise there will be no room for this arena."

Wuming thought for a while, he came to ask Mugram for money, but he hasn't seen him yet, why should he pay for the ticket first?

"I didn't come to watch the game, I came to see Mugram." Wuming explained.

"How many people do you think came to the game?" said the doorman. "A lot of people bought tickets just to see Mugram."

"No, I asked him for money—"

"Buy a ticket and go." The doorman interrupted him.

Wuming stared: "Do you know who I am? I'm—"

"Buy tickets and go!" The doorman interrupted again.

Wuming choked, pointed at the guard viciously, turned his head and left.

After a while, he came over with a ticket and threw it viciously in front of the guard:
"Do you dare not let me in!? Do you dare not let me in?!"

The guard withdrew the halberd blocking the door, looked ahead, ignored Wuming, and whispered, "There is something wrong."

Wuming gesticulated his fists outside the door, walked into the arena, and did not forget to show a hand and shake his fist at the guard after entering the door.

"Customers have the supreme will, they don't understand this kind of thing, and they still do business." Walking in the tunnel, Wuming was still complaining to the imitation with tears.

Walking out of the tunnel, a sound interrupted the nameless words.

The arena is crowded with people.

Even if you need to pay to buy tickets, it is extremely lively here, and countless golden people seem to be crazily shouting a person's name.

The host stood on the high platform and introduced the king of the arena to people:
"Welcome everyone to the arena! Today we will once again witness the creator of miracles, the king of the arena, and the graceful death! He is from Lienia, a strong man chosen by the queen of the full moon. He has unparalleled speed And strength, the most awe-inspiring existence! Today he will once again prove his strength and show us what a real winner is! I don’t need to introduce his name, now please shout out his name!”

"Mugram, Mugram..." In the auditorium, there was a crowd of people, everyone shouted the same name together, and the entire arena trembled.

"Xiao Mu is doing pretty well." Wuming stood at the edge of the arena and watched, and saw that there was a food seller nearby, so he went to buy some.

"How do you sell these skewers?" Wuming asked.

"Two thousand runes." The stall owner said.

"So expensive?" Wuming looked at the little food as if he saw a ghost, "You really know how to do business, better than me."

Wuming noticed that the coat of arms on the merchant's booth was a bright red blooming Lycoris, which was gorgeous and dangerous.

"Do you understand, this is a popular place, especially on the days when there is Mugram, it is empty, and it takes a lot of effort for me to come in." The businessman gave him a white look, "If you don't want it, just bring it. Go out and find something to eat by yourself."

Wuming pinched his nose and gave it to Lu En, and threw the food into his mouth.

Nameless threw a piece of food to the artificial teardrop on his shoulder, and asked him to help analyze the taste and ingredients. Hearing the data returned by the artificial teardrop, he said angrily: "It's more profitable than me. I put decent spices. I'm so envious—it's too much!"

With nameless complaints drowned out in cheers, Mugram emerged.

He was still wearing the gorgeous and exquisite set of Kalia knight armor, and he behaved politely and elegantly, making his tightly wrapped face full of mystery and attractive.

Mugram's opponent was a troll with an ugly face and a vulgar manner. He took advantage of Mugram's salute and rushed towards him.

This move immediately drew boos from many people.

But there were also many people cheering, shouting for the troll to kick the knight's ass hard.

Supporters on both sides even shouted and cursed from the air.

Wuming noticed that there was a clear difference between the supporters on both sides. Most of the supporters for Mugram were young girls and the people of gold with gorgeous costumes, while those who supported the trolls were mostly civilians.

Wuming observed for a while, and found that many people who support the mountain monster don't even know the name of the mountain monster, they just simply don't like Mugram, and hope someone can teach him a lesson.

Both sides couldn't get enough of the scolding, so they bought lottery tickets one after another to support their gladiators.

Looking at the field again, Mugram and the mountain demon actually fought back and forth, and there was a lot of danger.

From the perspective of Anonymous, this is certainly Mugram's faking, but in some places it seems a little too much.In many cases, the flaws of deliberate selling may really put yourself in danger.

Wuming observed the battle in the arena and gradually understood.

He stood up leisurely, walked to the merchant who sold gambling tickets, and noticed that there was also a Lycoris sign on his side.

"How did you sell this ticket?" Wuming went over to ask.

The merchant gave Wuming a scroll:
"The odds are all written on it. You can choose by yourself. As the battle progresses, you can't buy many of them. The odds are also changing at any time. If you want to buy, hurry up, the further you go, the more you lose."

Wuming looked at the scroll:
"Mugram's odds are so low... No, there is almost no option for the opponent to win."

"Of course, Mugram is the top card in the arena, and it is almost impossible for him to lose." The businessman said, "So the most selected here is which move he wins, what move can be the decisive game, and which is the closing move. Signature moves..."

Wuming looked at the scroll happily: "How many times do you need to block in one round?"

"This is Master Mu's unique skill." The businessman said, "It's only the brilliance of the technique that makes it interesting."

"The odds of blocking this item are very high." Wuming said.

"Isn't that high? This is a mountain monster. I haven't seen anyone who can block the sword of the mountain monster." The businessman said, "Although everyone likes to watch Mugram perform miracles, it is much more sensible to support them with money. .”

"I think some people are expecting him to lose." Wuming said, "Didn't those people use money to support it?"

"Many of those people lost their fortunes because of a wrong bet. Naturally, they don't like Master Mu, but they will still buy Master Mu if they should." The businessman said.

"Interesting." Wuming said, "Then let me support the miracle."

"You want to bet that he can block the big sword of the mountain demon?" The businessman was stunned.

Nameless nodded.

"How much do you want to buy?" The businessman seemed shocked.

"Don't buy too much." Wuming said, "It's fine if you want it."

"How many meanings do you mean?" the businessman asked.

"One thousand runes, buy him a sword that can block the troll once." Wuming took out a rune and handed it to the merchant, "Not much, right?"

"Not much, not much." The businessman accepted a thousand runes with a smile, and handed the gambling receipt to Wuming.

Wuming took it and put it in the bag without paying attention.

The battle is fierce, not long but definitely not fleeting, leaving the audience with a lot of enjoyment and fun.

In the end, Mugram still won the victory. The most amazing thing is that he actually blocked the big sword of the troll. All guessed wrong, but most people didn't complain, because they had witnessed enough exciting battles, and they didn't lose their fortunes to gamble.

Wuming got [-] runes and went to Mugram in a happy mood.

He was blocked again at the door.

"Stop, who is it?" At the entrance of the arena, two knights with long halberds intersected, blocking the nameless way.There is also a Lycoris coat of arms on the knight's heart guard.

"I'm looking for Mugram." Wuming said, "Please inform me."

A group of girls suddenly poured out from behind Wuming, each holding scrolls or clothes in front of them:
"We're looking for Mugram too."

"Go, go, don't disturb the soldiers' rest." The knight shouted.

Wuming squeezed into two waves of people, straightened his helmet, and felt that his feet couldn't find the ground.

The fanatical fans fought with the knight several times, but the enthusiasm of the fans had not dissipated, so Wuming slipped away first.

The fans left reluctantly until a large number of soldiers rushed out to chase them away.

Wuming stepped forward and said to the soldiers:

"I'm not looking for his signature." Wuming said, "I'm here to ask for money. Mugram owes me 100 million rubles."

The knights looked at each other and smiled:

"Coincidentally, there are quite a few people who ask him for money, and there are not many who ask for as much money as you."

"Just tell him that the atonement priest is here." Nameless said, "He will know."

"He just finished fighting and couldn't stand up anymore, so you can't let people have a good rest?" the knight said.

Wuming was helpless: "You don't want oil and salt, you guys, do you want me to find Hyde for such a trivial matter?"

"It's useless even if you really call for Prime Minister Hyde." The knight said, "We are not affiliated with Stone City. The arena has already been contracted by our caravan."

"Can the arena also be contracted?"

The knight said: "King Nefeli was on the go all day long, and he no longer took care of the arena, so he handed it over to other people."

"No wonder the atmosphere in this arena is a bit strange..." Wuming said, "How can I meet Mugram?"

"If you must see him, you can go to the gladiatorial fight." The knight looked at Wuming's small body contemptuously, "After you win a few times, and when Mugram fights, it will be your turn."

Wuming was blasted out, stood outside and stared inside:

"I owe money and pay such a big name? Could it be that the one who owes money is the uncle?"

"Strictly speaking, he doesn't owe you any money." Imitation said with tears, "It's just that he needs to spend money to make amends from you, and he hasn't made amends yet."

"Don't say a few words." Wuming stuffed the cloth bag into the teardrop's mouth and blocked his mouth.

Nameless walked around the arena, trying to find a way to meet Mugram.

He noticed that there was an area in the high part of the arena where no one was sitting, and it was very obvious that it was vacant.

"What's the location there?" Wuming asked an audience member.

"That's the VIP seat," said the audience.

"For Nefeli and the others?" Wuming said.

"Most of the time, it is prepared for the masters of the gladiators." The audience said, "Sometimes there will be really powerful foreign gladiators, and behind them there is a powerful lord, or the boss. At that time, the arena boss and Those people will sit there, waiting for the fighters under them to decide the winner. At this time, it is often a real sword fight, the kind that never ends."

"Then these lords are powerful, can they see gladiators?"

"Of course." The audience was a little envious when they said this, "Oh, I also want to see those warriors who are as powerful as heroes up close."

Nameless sat back, he had an idea.

"I am also a big boss. If I find a gladiator, I will be able to meet Mugram." Wuming hammered his palm.

"I don't understand." Imitation said with tears, "With your strength, wouldn't it be fine if you just punched in?"

Wuming was a little lazy: "There are ready-made coolies, why do you have to work hard?"

"A ready-made coolie?" Imitation asked with tears, "Where is it?"

Wuming tilted his head, looked at the fake teardrops on his shoulders, and smiled.

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"Is this reasonable?"

In a hotel, a shapeless sticky object in front of Wuming spoke, "Why did you let me go?"

"I brought you alone." Wuming said, "Who will you go to if you don't?"

"But I need to imitate to generate combat power." Imitation Teardrop said, "And I can't imitate you, let alone imitate the enemy on the field. Then my identity will be exposed."

"You have stayed by my side for a long time." Wuming said, "You should have seen a lot of strong people, right? You just change according to their moves."

"But that Kalia knight is also a hero-level fighter. Who can imitate him to defeat him?" said the imitation teardrop.

"Who told you to beat him?" Wuming said, "You go and get beaten up by him, and then I can meet him logically."

"No." Imitation refused with teardrop words, "I am the king, how can I lose."

"Didn't you lose to me a long time ago?" Wuming said.

"I lost to myself." Imitation teardropped his mouth hard.

Seeing that the imitation teardrop is not willing to count people, and Wuming does not force him.

"Then you can become like Millicent." Wuming said, "She's quite strong."

"Many people here know her." Imitation Teardrop said, "If she is discovered, it will be very troublesome."

Wuming thought for a while: "Well then, let me sculpt it for you to ensure that no one will recognize you—you change according to my instructions."

While giving instructions, Wuming pinched the teardrop-like face with his hands, and occasionally carved it with a sword blade.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, Wuming straightened his waist and let out a long breath:

"okay."

Like a teardrop, a silver mirror stretches out from under his feet, standing up in front of him, reflecting his own appearance.

This is a woman with crescent white long hair, a black slim lace dress, a black shawl, wrapped in a bowl, only her fingers are exposed, and her feet are also dressed in the same way.

An ornate and delicate silver eye-covered crown covers the eyes.

"Can you see it with the blindfold on? Just look in the mirror." Wuming said.

"I can scan it." The woman made a clear and pleasant voice, she spun around, her long skirt fluttering, "Who is this?"

"My former witch." Wuming said, "Don't worry, I definitely didn't recognize it——it would be great if someone recognized it."

"Am I a mage?" Imitation asked with teardrops.

"No, it's a soldier." Wuming handed over a weapon.

A thick iron sword with a spiral body, like crimson molten iron.

"Where did you take it out?" I was stunned with tears.

"When I first entered the hotel, I brought over the stick from their fireplace for digging out ashes, and made it easily." Wuming said, "It's useful."

Resembling a teardrop, he took the sword and weighed it twice.

Wuming looked at the shape of a teardrop, and clapped his hands:

"Okay, think about your name next, let me think about..."

"Ashmi, just call me Ashimi." Fufu said with tears.

"Ashimi." Nameless said, "I'll call you once, you remember it."

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Wuming brought Ashmi to the arena again.

"There is no game at this time. If you want to buy tickets, remember to line up in the early morning of the day after tomorrow." The guard said to Wuming, but his eyes kept looking at Ashmi who was behind Wuming.

From the aesthetic point of view of the people of gold, the woman transformed by Ashmi is quite beautiful, the half face covered by the crown is clean and beautiful, and her figure is slender.

What didn't match that figure was a large red iron sword in his hand.

"This arena, what is it... the owner of the Amaryllis caravan is contracting, right?" Wuming cut to the chase, "Let me introduce you, I am the owner of Patch Store. I have a powerful fighter here, and I want to teach you about it." top card—Mugram."

"You make Mugram look like a dancing girl." The doorman was annoyed.

"A fighter for a match-fixing match?" Wuming smiled, "Since it's a performance, why not call it a dancer?"

"What did you say?" The doorman was upset.

"Do you want to deny it? The best way for you is to let him hit me hard in the face." Wuming said.

"Sword fighting is deadly." The guard looked at Ashmi.

Wuming smiled confidently, and said, "It won't be me who dies——I won't play."

"This kind of specification is different from those spectators watching the excitement." The guard said, "You bring people here like this, you are betting with the boss, at least start with a million."

Wuming smiled indifferently, turned his head to Ashmi and said:

"Do you want to go back?"

Ashmi was speechless: "Didn't you insist on coming?"

Wuming regretted a little: "I knew I would teach you something better."

Wuming finally paid the money obediently, he believed that Ashmi would not let him down.

"If you dare to fail, I will sell you to stop the loss." Wuming said gloomyly.

"Is there such a good thing?" Ashmi said, "Following you, I feel that I can't learn anything about becoming a king."

Wuming pondered: "Ser Lianque has a child with superior intelligence and is doing research on artificial life forms. I feel that you can provide her with a lot of inspiration."

"Promise to complete the task." Ashmi saluted Wuming.

Before meeting Mugram, Ashmi still needs to compete with several other fighters to assess their strength and set up suitable odds.

But this is just a formality, Wuming paid a million runes, this will be a direct competition between him and the behind-the-scenes boss of the arena, and it will no longer have anything to do with the general public.

Relying on this million rune, Wuming finally had the honor to meet the owner of the caravan.

This is a man who covers himself in a huge hood, walking with strange steps, slightly tiptoeing, as if walking on a catwalk.The hood is huge, only his chin can be vaguely seen, his complexion is pale, and his gray beard is full.

"What's the name?" Wuming sat on the VIP seat and greeted the owner of the Lycoris caravan.

"Esgar," the man replied.

"Boss Esgar, your business in Stone City is very big." Wuming said, "I heard that your products are of high quality and cheap. The same products can always be favored by residents at lower prices."

Esgar raised his head slightly, just enough to look down at the soldiers under the stage, but could not see Wuming beside him:
"Boss Unnamed, why don't you enjoy the sword fight with peace of mind first."

"I still care more about business." Wuming said, "Sword fighting, what's there to care about."

"It seems that you have great confidence in your fighters."

Wuming said: "Can't it be that I don't care about 100 million?"

"You don't seem to be such a wealthy person from the fact that you care so much about your business," Esgar said.
"By the way, we can sell goods at a lower price because we have money and can afford to lose."

Nameless choked.

Are you considered poor?How dare he?

No one has the right to think that the owner of his nameless old Patch shop is a poor rune eater!

Wuming glared at Esgar, and pretended to be concerned about the sword fight: "Boss Esgar, who do you think will win?"

"Undoubtedly, it is Mugram." Esgar replied, "He is a knight of Kalia, an elite unit second only to King Gefrey's Furnace Knights."

Esgar asked Wuming back: "I won't ask who you support. Where did your warrior come from? How dare you challenge the Kalia knight?"

"It's just my personal assistant, not worth mentioning." Wuming put on a disapproving expression, "It's just an employee I picked up by the bridge."

Wuming competes with Esgar on the stage, and Ashmi has already faced Mugram.

"It's been a long time since I saw a lady here, and she's still a fighter," Mugram said. "Unfortunately, this time it's a sword fight. I'm afraid I have to hurt you, beautiful lady."

He said a cavalier salute to Ashmi.

Ashmi grabbed the big sword casually, without any reaction.

Mugram approached Ashmi with a long stride, took out the staff from his waist instead, and the magic sword pierced out from the pyroxene at the tip of the staff.

Ashmi remained motionless, the tip of the magic power sword stopped a few centimeters in front of her, and the magic power extended to this distance, it would be unsustainable.

Under Mugram's helmet, there was an expression of appreciation.

"Able to judge the attack distance accurately, he is indeed a warrior." Mugram had already put on his sword and shield, and rushed towards Ashmi.

Ashmi picked up the heavy sword and turned it around.

But before Mugram got close.The big sword had already struck head-down.

What is this for?Mugram was a little puzzled.Didn't judge the distance?This is too amateurish...

Just as Mugram was thinking, he suddenly found a pyroxene embedded in the hilt of Ashmi's great sword, which was glowing.

The magic flow scattered towards Mugram like a rain of arrows.

To be so clever... Also, wearing a long skirt.

Mugram's evaluation of the clever Asmi immediately dropped.

He is not afraid of magical attacks.His shield has a very high defense against magic power, and it is a sophisticated equipment specially made to guard against magicians.

Mugram used his shield to block the flow of scattered magic power, and the long sword had already been sent out from under the shield, his movements flowing smoothly.

The flowing water met the rock, and the great sword slashed with extreme force, so strong that it almost made Mugram's knight sword fall out of his hand.

Although the long sword was still in his hand, Mugram's arm had already been swung away, and the hole in his chest was wide open.

Ashimi stretched out his bare feet wrapped in bandages, and kicked Mugram on the breastplate, sending him flying.

Mugram spat blood and felt hit by a bear.

Is this human power?He was a little confused.

"Ma'am, what do you do?" Mugram swallowed blood.

Ashmi flicked the big sword, and said in a flat tone:
"You think too much."

Mugram was in awe.

He has always been too relaxed in the arena, but now that he thinks about it, he actually thinks so much in battle.

And the lady in front of her could actually see that her mind was messed up.

What a powerful fighter this is.

Mugram was ashamed of his snub:

"Sorry, I insulted you and myself."

He poses:
"I will use all my strength to defeat you."

Before he finished speaking, the shadow of Ashmi's long skirt had enveloped him.She jumped over at an extremely fast speed, and kicked over again condescendingly.

"So fast--"

Mugram raised his shield to block, and his hand went numb after he blocked it.

He hastily retracted his shield, and used his long sword to block the coming big sword.

Fortunately, Ashmi was in the air when he flew to kick, and the big sword was just raised casually, with little force, and was blocked by Mugram.

Mugram had already carried the shield on his back, grabbed the staff with his left hand, condensed the small magic sword, and quickly swept towards Ashmi.

Following the kick from the shield, Ashimi made a backflip to extend the distance, dodged Kalia Xunjian, then kicked his feet, and rushed towards Mugram like a tiger, twisting and sweeping at the same time.

The huge knife light pulled out an arc along with the flying long skirt, and Mugram quickly lay down, feeling the huge heat scraping over the helmet.

Ashmi's swivel and sweep failed, and Mugram finally gave Mugram a chance. He grabbed Ashmi's ankle and pulled Ashmi down who was turning around, and then he raised his sword and slashed.

What caught Mugram's eyes was the big sword with a strange shape. The blade spiraled and the whole body was curved.

The great sword spun around in Ashmi's palm and touched Mugram's long sword, releasing all of Mugram's strength, and at the same time deflected and swung Mugram's long sword away with great force.

"Am I... blocked?" Mugram was momentarily confused.

He could only be stunned, his arm was swung away again, but the opponent's long sword was in his hand and ready to go.

Mugram only felt a sharp pain in his stomach, and the strange spiral sword pierced through his armor like a drill bit, piercing his stomach.

For a moment, his strength and life were exhausted in his body, and he lost his strength for a moment, and knelt down.

Ashmi raised his foot to step on Mugram's shoulder, drew out the big sword, and stomped Mugram to his feet.

Ashimi has not let Mugram go, he has already raised his big sword, and slashed at Mugram's head.

Mugram tried his best to roll over, but this dodge distance couldn't cope with the attack range of the great sword after all.

With a sound, Ashmi's great sword was bounced away.

The shield on Mugram's back unexpectedly deflected Ashmi's great sword under the vigorous tumble.

Now that Mugram turned around, the staff in his hand had already stabbed out with all his strength, and the magic sword pierced Ashmi's body, stabbing her into the air. The loose braid was cut by the sword, and her long hair fluttered.

The magic dissipated, and Ashmi fell from mid-air.

Panting heavily, Mugram struggled to stand up with his sword in hand.

"Ahem... Ms., you are a respected warrior, I will remember you—"

Ashmi got up too, faster and more easily than Mugram.

It's as easy as nothing.

Mugram rolled his eyes.

There was a gap in Ashmi's waist, revealing a flat and clean lower abdomen, with no scars on it, let alone blood.

But Mugram clearly remembered that there was a wound just now, that is to say, Ashmi's wound healed after getting up.

"Really not human?" said Mugram.

"You talk a lot." Ashmi finally spoke again.

Mugram shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

This is the arena, whether it is human or not does not affect his purpose, he must defeat the enemy in front of him.

But the severe abdominal injury made him understand that his chances were running out.

The battle must be ended before the physical strength is exhausted.

Use the strongest strength to completely kill the opponent.

With a roar, Mugram held up the knight sword.

The flow of magic power spread from the knight's sword, the straight sword turned into a big sword, and the big sword turned into a giant sword. Mugram lifted up the huge magic power and was about to smash it at Ashmi.

Mugram only hoped that Ashmi would not turn his head and run away, he had no strength to pursue anymore.

Ashmi did not run away, but raised his sword high as well.

What is that... Mugram clearly saw flames burning on the big sword.

What happened after that, Mugram was not clear, he only felt that the sea of ​​fire engulfed him.

Before he could make a move with all his strength, the great sword was swept by the flames and dissipated.

Mugram only felt that his body was engulfed by violent heat, blasting towards the sky, continuous and continuous, and finally blasted into the distance by an extraordinary force.

Mugram's armor was scorched black, and he rolled several times on the ground. With blurred vision, he saw Ashimi pull out the big sword from the ground and extinguish the flame on the sword. dance.

Ashmi walked towards Mugram and stepped on Mugram's shoulder with his bare feet.

"Hey, kill me." Mugram closed his eyes, "You are the strongest female warrior I have ever seen except Lord Renala. Losing to you does not lose the honor of a warrior. It's a pity that I didn't I can no longer serve Renara-sama..."

"You really talk a lot." Asmi said, he inserted the big sword near Mugram's head, and the golden light of prayer came out from his hand, pressing on the wound on Mugram's lower abdomen.

"Why..." Mugram was surprised.

"My boss will not allow you to die," Ashmi said. "If you die, he will kill me."

"Your boss..." Mugram remembered that this was a sword fight with patrons behind each.

His vision is blurred now, and the VIP seat is the highest place in the arena, so he can't see the boss's face clearly.

Mugram spoke suddenly, without asking the identity of the boss, but said:

"Excuse me, what is your relationship with your boss?"

Ashmi thought for a while: "Personal bodyguard, maybe."

"It must be a hero to make a powerful fighter like you willing to assist." Mugram said with emotion.

Junjie is sitting on the VIP seat, his nostrils are all up to the sky:

"Oh, I didn't expect the entourage picked up by the side of the road to be quite powerful, and it solved your top card so easily. Boss Esgar, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry haha. I just accept this 100 million runes with a smile. Ah ha ha, ha ha, ha ha ha ha."

Wuming smiled and prepared to put the two big bags of runes in his waist.

Esgar's hand shaped like a vulture's claw was on his bag of runes:
"That soldier from the nameless boss, isn't he a human?"

"It's not human, can't it?" Wuming said, "Aren't you mountain monsters who can participate in the battle?"

"But before you joined the battle, you reported as a human fighter." Esgar said, "We are fighters who have fought repeatedly and know their weaknesses."

"Does it say in the rules that you are not allowed to conceal the identity of a gladiator?" Wuming said.

"...No," said Esgar, "but it's not good, very bad."

"I think it's even worse for both sides to find their own people to play exhibition matches. Do you want me to tell the story?" Wuming tugged at the purse, "There are also things like deliberately instigating supporters to let them spend money to support their favorite gladiators." kind of thing..."

Wuming laughed: "Oh, Boss Esgar doesn't let go, it can't be because... he can't afford it?"

Esgar remained silent for a while, and finally let go of the money bag.

Wuming smiled and put away the purse: "I want to meet your knight, can I?"

"Just so, I also want to see your fighters." Esgar's voice was gloomy.

Mugram and Ashmi were brought up.

Mugram saw Wuming at a glance:
"you?"

"Me." Wuming leaned on the back of the chair. "A big name, huh? It's so hard to see you now?"

Asgar said, "You know each other?"

"To be honest, Boss Esgar." Wuming said, "I introduced this guy to Stone City."

Seeing Wuming, Mugram relaxed a bit:
"No way, I can't get away."

"Why do you have an extra agent now?" The ring finger pointed to Esgar.

"That's my boss." Mugram said with a blank expression, "I just came here and wanted to accumulate millions of runes on my own. But he found out after a few games. In order not to be exposed, I had to follow him. .The bulk of it was given to the boss, and millions of rubes were not saved until recently."

Mugram glanced over his head: "What a shame..."

"So that's how it is." Wuming nodded, "It's good to save it, come with me."

"Where are you going?" Asgar listened to the conversation between Wuming and Mugram, the more he heard something wrong, he quickly called the guards to stop Mugram.

100 million rune was given to Wuming. Although it was not easy, as long as Mugram was still there, Esgar could earn it back.

But with Wuming's few words, he wants to take Mugram away?

"Unnamed boss, you'd better leave with a million dollars," Esgar said, "Mugram's better off staying here."

"Have you signed the contract yet?" Wuming asked Mugram.

"What's the contract?" Mugram asked.

"Oh, this is a word my partner taught me... it's like a contract." Wuming said.

"That contract was my honor and my shame," Mugram said.

Wuming looked at Esgar: "Look, you don't have a contract to bind him. You have squeezed enough of this guy's gambling. It's time to let him go."

"What if I don't let go?" Esgar asked.

The guards rushed over and surrounded Wuming and the others.

"Oh, don't do it, it's hurtful." Wuming said, "And Boss Esgar, are you really planning to attack me after seeing the skill of my subordinate?"

"She is stronger than Mugram, but her strength is limited." Esgar said, "Do you think I have the means and strength to defend against Mugram?"

"Then the power you have prepared is enough to keep my men and Mugram alone?" Wuming said.

"Mugram is seriously hurt right now, I can see that," Esgar said.

"If you answer like this, then the answer is that you can't keep two hero-level combat power?" Wuming laughed.

He sat comfortably in his seat and looked around at the guards around him:
"Boss Esgar, Mugram came here because he listened to my persuasion and wanted to come here to save money for atonement."

"And he is willing to listen to my advice..." Wuming raised the corner of his mouth, "It's because he can't beat me."

Wuming looked at Esgar with a wry smile:
"Boss Esgar, are you willing to let us go now?"

(End of this chapter)