Arad's Sword

Chapter 370
In captivity, slave fighters were unarmed.

Of course, as a ghost swordsman, Midi's pair of extremely sharp "killing" and "lore" swords were naturally taken away.

In other words, in this black rock cave, everyone is empty-handed.

This can be said to be a fatal weakening for professions that rely on weapons-ghost swordsman, roaming gunner, etc.

However, a race like the lizardman, who generally focuses on fighters, can dominate this kind of cave by relying on its tyrannical physical strength.

Coupled with the scales like metal armor, ordinary professionals can't even hurt them.

At this moment, the lizardman punched without any warning, and with a violent fist wind, it not only caused the surrounding dark magic to surge violently, but even made the golden-red sword light around Midi sway slightly.

Fighter skills, one inch punch!

If he is hit hard by this punch, let alone the iron armor, even the steel plate of the city gate will be punched with a hole, and this move is extremely fast, and it does not need to be charged at all, so it is difficult to defend.

However, how could Midi, who was always vigilant, be constrained by this trick?
With a light ghost step, Midi dodged the opponent's attack in an instant.

"Interesting! But you are still not my opponent!" The lizard man roared excitedly.

Relying on his rough skin and thick flesh, and his career as a fighter, he decided that he could securely eat Midi who had no weapons.

What's more, the opponent is still a weak human being, and I'm afraid he can't adapt to the fighting style of the Underdark.

So after the lizard man's punch was dodged, instead of panicking, he got excited instead--a ​​sandbag that can be punched a few more times is a good sandbag!
But the next moment, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his waist!

Midi didn't have a sword, and of course he wouldn't take out the dagger "Golden Forgiveness" armband. However, there was a crimson long sword completely condensed with sword light in his hand.

It looks like a normal lightsaber!
Of course, the power of this sword light is still far behind that of real weapons. After all, it is just the condensation of magic power, not made of natural materials and earth treasures.

However, when the other party is unprepared and has no equipment, it is not a problem to use it to cut off the scales of a lizardman.

Not only that, but with such a substitute similar to a lightsaber in hand, many sword skills of Ghost Swordsman can be easily displayed.

Before the lizard man could react, Midi immediately took another step forward, the red light flashing in his hand, and he had already slashed out in three consecutive segments.

Ghost Swordsman skill, triple slash.

All of a sudden, the scales that the lizardman was proud of were cut to pieces, and blood splattered everywhere.

However, the next moment, when he finally came to his senses, a layer of black energy immediately rose up around him.

Fighter skills, steel and iron bones.

"Stupid human, how dare you hurt me, you are dead! No one in this world can save you!" The lizard man was finally angered, or, after discovering that he was actually injured by a weak human, he Already a little hysterical.

"Come on." Midi said lightly, the sword light in his hand rose again, and instantly turned into two swords.

However, this battle came and went quickly.

Suddenly, a huge coercion descended from the sky, causing all the slave fighters in the entire Black Rock Cave to feel a sense of suffocation.

"Personal fighting among slave fighters is prohibited! You idiots, if you want to die, wait until you are in the arena!" A deafening voice amplified by magic sounded.

The magical surveillance of the Tarantula Tribe is no joke.

From the Lizardman's punch to Midi's attack and then to the opponent's opening of the defense, it took only a few seconds in total, but the warning came immediately.

"Stop it now!" the voice continued to growl.

At the same time, the coercion in the entire cave has also become stronger.

Obviously, this is not an ordinary skill, but probably the pressure brought by the magic circle connected with the magic vein.

Now trapped in this magic circle and unable to escape, it is tantamount to being slaughtered by others. In desperation, Midi and the lizardman stopped their movements at the same time.

But this is not over yet, the two just stopped when two bolts of lightning shot out from the void.

A bolt of lightning struck the lizardman with such precision that he grinned in pain.

And another bolt of lightning rushed towards Midi.

Although it is possible to dodge it with Ghost Shadow Step again, there is no doubt that it will be regarded as resistance and may cause more trouble.

Therefore, Midi had no choice but to stand still and bite the bullet to force the lightning.

Immediately, an electric current ran through his whole body, causing him to feel a painful numbness from the soles of his feet to the tips of his hair, and even his breathing and heartbeat were not smooth because of it.

Fortunately, this feeling didn't last long, and soon Midi recovered, but even so, his face was still quite ugly.

"Human, lucky you, escaped." The lizard man said viciously, "But when the selection officially starts tomorrow, I will tear you into pieces and swallow you in my stomach!"

For the boss lizard man, the confrontation just now had obviously greatly damaged his face, so it was natural to speak harshly.

However, Midi ignored the provocation at all, and didn't even bother to reply, so she turned around and found a room to sit down and adjust her breath.

In Midi's view, the outcome of the battle is the only thing that determines the outcome, and nothing else matters at all.

As for the original owner of the room, a gray dwarf, he could only pretend not to see it, and then squeezed into the room of his compatriots.

After adjusting his breath for a long time, coupled with the recovery power of the dragon's blood, Midi finally fully recovered from the damage caused by this lightning bolt.

"The defense is too poor." Rotes' evaluation sounded at the right time, "You can't always rely on dodge to deal with the opponent's attack. The dragon blood provided by the Tyrannosaurus King Bacal may be enough to cleanse in a place like the sky and sea of ​​clouds. You can use it, but here, in the Underdark, your physical strength is obviously not enough."

"How to strengthen it?" Midi loosened her extremely stiff body and asked depressedly.

"Dragon's blood has an advantage, that is, it has growth potential. If you take more beatings, even if the blood is thin, it will gradually become more refined." Rotes said easily.

Hearing this, Midi suddenly became more depressed - it wasn't you who was beaten, so of course it was easy.

"Is there any other way?" Midi couldn't help asking.

"Let's look for the ruins of the black dragon. The most valuable thing in the Underdark is the Dark Dragon City, but there are more than one ruins related to dragons." Rotes once again made an illusory suggestion.

This is obviously meaningless to Midi, who is currently deprived of her personal freedom.

If you want to go out to explore, at least you have to wait until you regain your freedom.

As for now, the most important thing is competition.

"Tomorrow is the selection, just win at that time!" A cold light flashed in Midi's eyes.

Originally, there would be a few blind guys who would trouble Midi.

However, no one dared to mess with Midi after the boss Lizardman made such an appearance.

These slave fighters don't understand human beings, they are prejudiced, and they regard them as a weak race, but this doesn't mean that they can't see Midi's skill in the brief confrontation just now.

This seemingly thin-skinned and tender-skinned human boy is a ruthless character!

The gray dwarves, black dwarves, hobgoblins, and even the dark elves all agreed in this way.

All the slave fighters were safe and sound that night.

There is no sunshine in the dark area, but this does not mean that it does not distinguish between day and night, the underground magnetic field, the intensity of magic power, and the light and dark changes of the four light sources in the tarantula tribe can still make people feel the passage of 24 hours easily.

In the "early morning" of the next day—or eight hours later, the heavy iron gate of Heishan Cave slowly opened.

I don't know if it was because of the participation of a human named Midi, the small arena of the Tarantula Tribe was almost full for the selection of slave fighters this time.

Many familiar faces from the caravan appeared in the stands, not only that, even Galantis came.

Midi was a little surprised to see the delicate but angry pretty face of the priestess from the fence at the entrance.

And on one side of the stand, there is a very special auditorium, where a group of different races sit, and on both sides are the guards and mages of the Tarantula tribe.

"Those are slave fighters from Baiyan Cave." Seemingly seeing Midi's doubts, the steady dark elf guard explained, "If you can win the selection, you will be sent there, but, In the entire selection, only one person can win."

Without too much explanation from the other party, Midi immediately understood that even among slave fighters, there is a clear division of ranks.

He couldn't even help wondering whether there was a higher elite class above the black rock representing the bottom and the white rock representing the winner.

But first, he had to win today's battle.

Different from that kind of performance competition, the ultimate goal of all the fighters in the Underdark is to enter the Black Dragon Conference, so the battle is extremely fierce.

In the first few battles, almost every one was won or lost within a very short period of time.

The two sides will burst out with all their strength when they come up, and then launch a fierce attack without dodging or evading, each bathed in the hail and blood of the opponent's weapon, almost without much defense.

After just a short while, one of them will fall in a pool of blood, and the standing one will naturally be regarded as the winner.

Most of the losers died directly on the field, but a small number were still lingering, but then, they would be stabbed to death with machetes by the expressionless tarantulas, and then dragged out directly.

This is the dark area, the environment is harsh, there are many monsters, but the resources are relatively few.

Useless people who have lost their value have no qualifications to survive here.

Even the big kobold who was limping, supported his stump and insisted on fighting.

However, his opponent was an extremely nimble dark elf prisoner of war. After just a few rounds, the poor kobold was too slow to dodge. His throat was directly cut open by the opponent's long sword, and he died on the spot.

"How, human? Are you scared to pee your pants?" The lizard man's sinister voice lingered in Midi's ears, "I have already greeted the person in charge of the arena, so I won't leave your death to others Go enjoy it, and soon, we'll meet on the pitch."

"I'm looking forward to it." Midi said calmly.

The next moment, as if in response to these words, the iron fence of the arena was opened again, and then, the voice of the dark elf who was in charge of the selection rang out.

"Next game, lizardmen vs. humans! Grab your weapons and play immediately!"

(End of this chapter)