This Hero Is Scumbag

2022-01-13

Chapter 60 Once out

The arena has been a special venue for bloody sports since ancient times.

No matter how future generations embellish these bloody and killing sports, and use countless arguments to discuss the rationality of the arena’s existence, it can’t hide that this building was born as a primordial impulse of human beings. container.

However, when Zhou Li and Don Quixote stepped into this huge arena built by them, their hearts were very calm, without any waves and ups and downs. They have no fear, no excitement, no rush of adrenaline. The strong wind swept the yellow sand in the field and covered them beside them, and the two separated and walked towards both ends.

The cheers of the crowd never stopped, they whistled and shouted loudly, their eyes bloodshot. It has been decades since the disaster that destroyed the world, and this world seems to have fallen into a stagnation, without ups and downs. People who have gradually wiped away the pain of the past in a life like stagnant water begin to think that life is very boring. However, when hero appeared and brought the news that he was going to fight a great nobleman, a boulder was thrown into the dead water, making a loud noise.

Cheers, wind, heartbeat. Don Quixote walked slowly and steadily to her position, the armor engraved with rune on his body shone in the sun, like the heroic spirit of Ancient Era. At this moment, her ears are filled with countless messy sounds, but her heart is extremely peaceful at this moment.

Stand still, hold sword, stand up straight.

The standard Knight stance makes Don Quixote freeze in the sand like a statue. Her right hand, wearing a mithril glove, hovered above the hilt of the sword, but she did not hold the sword, but she felt the sharp edge.

Zhou Li didn’t have a job this time, he usually walked to his position. At this time, he was wearing a normal leather armor, without a helmet, and the very funny mask on his face. But at the moment he stood there, but no one raised the mood of ridicule. After a while, the crowd gradually quieted down, and the whole arena became absolute silence.

Mainly because he pulled out a dung fork.

“It’s called a lance.”

Zhou Li shouted through the loudspeaker, then put the long lance on the ground and leaned against the wooden pole. He continued to shout through the loudspeaker: “Have you heard of Henglang’s poems?”

I didn’t pay attention to the question marks all over the audience’s faces and asked others what words Henglang’s poems were, Zhou Li After clearing his throat, he continued to shout to the audience: “First of all, thank you for coming to join us today. This time my battle with this lady Don Quixote does not involve any political factors or economic interests, it is all personal feelings, I hope Everyone understands.”

The crowd burst into laughter, and the original dignified air was suddenly broken, and everyone found that this hero seemed to be different from the previous heroes who always remained solemn. Zhou Li nodded slightly as the crowd laughed, then the laughter subsided, Zhou Li continued:

“Then, I want to make a statement to everyone.”

Zhou Li adjusted the loudspeaker to the maximum volume, and then he took out the exclusive hero book to prove his identity and showed it to everyone.

After the display on the big screen, people were surprised to find that there were no rays of light on the splendid book that once appeared in the history books. Zhou Li, on the other hand, spread the hero exclusive on the ground and tore off the page under everyone’s attention. He was very leisurely and didn’t know what he was doing. After a while, under people’s doubtful expressions, Zhou Li’s hands were full of a paper airplane.

“Good guy, fifty years later, this craft is still so good.”

Zhou Li sighed, then he threw it casually, and the paper plane drew a line in the sky The graceful arc slowly fell into the audience.

Laird Archbishop looked at the blank piece of paper in front of him, and suddenly remembered something, his calm expression suddenly turned into a panic.

“Stop! Stop!”

Lear suddenly stood up, a magnificent scale illusory shadow suddenly appeared behind him, and countless bright halos burst out from the right end of the scale, rushing straight towards Zhou Li and Don Quixote off the field. However, when those halos were about to touch the two, a plain white paper appeared out of thin air, blocking them. In an instant, all the halos dissipated, leaving only a scale more magnificent than Laird Archbishop standing in the air, exuding infinite meaning.

At this time, everyone on the stage was inevitably shocked. The shot of a red-clothed Archbishop often represents a lot of things. What surprised them even more was that Zhou Li in the audience didn’t seem to care about Laird’s attack, just glanced at the bald head with a slight smile, then turned around and put the book on his waist again, He raised the horn as if nothing had happened:

“I’m announcing something, this hero is exclusive…”

Zhou Li put down the horn and raised the lance. At this time, even if he just muttered to himself in a voice he could hear, everyone present knew what his next words were.

That book is fake!

It’s too late, he knows everything.

Liard’s chest was tight, this time, he just shot himself in the foot. The contract that Zhou Li signed again was the ultimate contract that he personally obtained from the God of Justice for insurance and to prevent Zhou Li from interfering with the duel with off-site factors. The rules behind this contract cannot be broken by external forces, not even other professionals at the Demi-God level, let alone Lear who only has the dazzling level.

Now, although he doesn’t know what’s wrong with the nobles, it is obvious that Zhou Li is not controlled by the nobles at all, and he doesn’t look provoked or panicked. On the contrary, Zhou Li is now far more indifferent than himself, who has laid out all this.

But no problem!

Quickly calmed down, Lear, who had re-arranged his thoughts, sat back in his seat, his black eyes full of composure. At this time, he has a total of 3rd-layer guarantees. The First Layer is to make the group of nobles anger and disturb Zhou Li’s thoughts, bind Zhou Li and make him lose his combat capability and throw him into the arena. This is the easiest and most labor-saving way.

Obviously, this First Layer has failed. The group of nobles who had more than enough success had already revealed the essence of this duel to Zhou Li, and he would definitely be suspicious of this duel. Zhou Li is very smart. Impossible can’t figure out what traps are in the terms he signed, so instead of wearing the exclusive hero book, he took a fake one to deceive himself.

If I’m not mistaken, Don Quixote has never trusted us, she should have gotten through with Zhou Li long ago.

Liard narrowed his eyes slightly, and a bright light flashed from his eyes. Looking at the two who had already saluted and waited for the clock to strike, Lied stretched his eyebrows, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his face.

It’s a good show, but it’s still to come.

Master hero.

(End of this chapter)