How many times have you been fighting this bull? The second or the third?


    In fact, atar and the gladiators in front of him are not old enemies strictly. Their feud only started after the rush. Moreover, they are both fighting for each other''s own position. Personally, there is no feud between them.


    Such two soldiers, the battle between them should be like Jianqi and lost. Although they don''t make reservation, they still have respect for their opponents.


    "Bah!" Saliva, sprayed on the Gladiator''s arm. ATA wanted to spit on his face, but the man like the iron tower was too tall, and she was not very skilled in spitting.


    Fortunately, this is not an action to kill the enemy. It''s enough for provocation. As soon as the Gladiator turned his head, he saw the familiar figure.


    "What did the blind man say? It doesn''t take any effort. " A low voice seemed to come out of a copper tube. He shook his arm and threw away the two ghouls who were trying to hold him. He threw them aside with a fishing net with a small iron ball. Then he moved his neck, and the fork swung back and forth between his hands, making it impossible to determine his preferred hand.


    Perhaps there is no habitual hand at all. Such an experienced soldier has already developed the ability of both hands.


    Compared with his opponent''s confidence, Atta, who successfully attracted attention, seemed to have a moment''s hesitation when he suddenly realized what he was doing. But as the picture of the fairy''s broken body being picked on the steel fork flashed, anger and some deeper emotion spread from her heart and quickly spread all over the swordswoman''s whole body along the muscles and blood vessels.


    Generally speaking, women are always more civilized than men in society. Some scholars regard it as the needs evolved from different division of labor in long-term social life, while some try to find the answer from physical and physiological aspects. But it doesn''t make sense, because men and women make up a society. There are no barbaric men and civilized women or the opposite in a society. If necessary, women can also become angry, belligerent and even brutal. Human nature is the reason, gender is the second.


    It''s useless to say more. Only the sound of the golden iron is the best description at this time. The Trident, which is thick and thin at the mouth of the bowl, gives full play to the greatest advantage of the long weapon. In addition, the arm spread of the Gladiator is longer than that of Atta, so the female swordsman has lost the edge from the beginning. If it wasn''t for her keen skill, she would be stabbed in the limbs and lose her fighting ability in the first three moves. But even if she got away with that, the fork still left a scar on her body.


    "You look like you need some help, ma''am." The housekeeper''s voice came from behind, but atta knew that there was no one behind him. Magic, like cheese, the vampire maid said that the housekeeper knew black magic.


    "Don''t get involved." No matter for the self-esteem of the soldiers or the mastery of the battlefield, the female swordsman has no need to respond positively to each other.


    Now she seems to be going downwind, but with more and more you come and I go, the opponent''s combat habits are gradually mastered by her, and it will be more and more easy to deal with. Although avoiding will consume more physical strength than attacking, her light body can offset this disadvantage to the greatest extent.


    "Well, I see what you mean. I just hope we don''t have enemies in front of us until Ms. Nina arrives on the battlefield. " The cadence is uncomfortable, like some kind of incantation, or because of the incantation, he can only send the words to atta''s ear through the tone that doesn''t match the tone.


    But there''s one thing he''s right about. The sunset won''t last long, at most half an hour. Half an hour later, night falls, and the presence of vampires makes all resistance a joke. ATA has fought with the blood clan. She knows their destructive power very well. Besides, the guy she dealt with in Cangshi doesn''t know how much lower than Nina in the blood clan sequence.


    Most of them know what they know. Cheese once talked with his companions on the journey that morning and dusk, noon and midnight are good opportunities for magic rituals to work. These everyday moments have a unique meaning in magic. Different magic schools may have different views on them, but there are always some common characteristics.


    Then, combined with the things I think of before I rush to my opponent, the answer is ready to come out. There must be some kind of trap that will be launched at the handover day and night. Most of these people in front of me are to ensure that they are still here before that time. They are confident that as long as the trap starts, the vampire will not be a problem.


    "Ding!" The gap between the Trident locks the blade of vlaclag''s sword. This long handled weapon with a protruding part has a natural advantage against the sword in the battlefield. As the Gladiator grins and turns the weapon, the huge stirring force forces ATA to let go, otherwise her arm will be broken.


    In that case, let it go. At the same time, his left hand grasped the tip of the Trident as a fulcrum, and the whole person jumped up in an upward posture! This was obviously beyond the Gladiator''s expectation. By the time he reacted, the female swordsman had gone over the three deadly spikes and took out the dagger from her boots.


    Unlike in the arena where everyone can only wear armor and carry fixed weapons, open combat does not require swordsmen to use swords only. The Gladiator had a good hand before, and the arm of stabilizing halberd body protruded out of the old long. Now ATA just used a dagger to gently pick, which made a wound on the back of his hand.The swordswoman shrugged her nose. This time, she should have cut off several fingers of her opponent. Now, the result is that he hid in time.


    "Hum." Gladiator was close to the distance and did not panic. Fortunately, he released his other hand and let the Trident fall to the ground. He is not very afraid of atta with a dagger, because melee is a reserved event in the arena. When he is still fighting for freedom, he and his opponents will even be arranged to fight unarmed in some matches, which is often the bloodiest and cruelest.


    Compared with the despair of being trapped like a cockfight, it''s nothing now.


    Boxing style, blowing a small chestnut hair, the opponent''s fist is very fast, with the waist twist and solid pace. Maybe it''s a reckless decision to give up the magic sword. If flaclag is in her hand, she can put the sword edge around the neck of the enemy or expect the magic spell to suddenly appear. Now the battle has entered a cruel stage, there is no chance of any tricks.


    Heavy punch, hit in the flank. The pain of being hit hard, accompanied by visceral reactions, is dizzying. With pain, ATA stabbed the dagger into the arm that hit her fist. The action of withdrawing the fist made the dagger leave a terrible wound on the arm effortlessly. Blood and pain, start to let the reason become fuzzy.


    He and she, the two sides of the opponent''s cognitive gradually fade, race, gender, height, age, these impressions built by the senses quickly fade with reason. Instead, there was endless rage and violence. Kill him, kill, kill!


    Melee became a scuffle, scuffle became a fight. Atta doesn''t know how many times he has been hit, and her opponent has become a blood man, but he didn''t fall.


    The bloody Gladiator roared angrily, lowered himself and hit him like a wall. Atta couldn''t escape. He was picked up by the waist, and his whole abdomen was hit by the opponent''s shoulder and upper arm. He left from the ground and followed the bull''s footsteps, helpless hind legs.


    "Boom!" Body, hit the ground. Her eyes saw the sky, the clouds lit by the setting sun, and the crowd squeezed her vision. The breath is very clear in the ear, but the heartbeat is subtle and can''t be discerned.


    Then, the sky was covered by shadows, the ferocious face of the gladiator and the dripping blood covered her world. Arm, can''t feel clearly. But this is not the reason to give up. Through looking at each other, she can see each other''s lax eyes just like herself.


    More, more.


    Fist, shaking up, hit the Gladiator''s arm twice, but the effect is very little. The other side seemed to roar, but there seemed to be a thousand bees flapping their wings in her ears.


    Fist, along the arm hit each other''s face, her last struggle, but brought unexpected harvest. She didn''t remember what she had picked up the dagger, and she even wondered if she could hold it.


    But the fact is, with the last punch, the dagger left deep in the Gladiator''s neck, her last impression of him was unbelievable eyes.


    In those eyes, she saw a lot.


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