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How many times has this been fought against this bull? Second time or third time?

In fact, Atta and the gladiator in front of him are not strictly enemies. The hatred between them only started after the torrent, and it was a battle between two armies, each fighting for his own master's position. Personally speaking, there is no difference.

We share the hatred of heaven.

The battle between these two warriors should have been like that between Jian Qi and Yi Shi. Even though they had no reservations, they still showed respect for their opponents.

"Bah!" The saliva was sprayed on the gladiator's arm. Atta originally wanted to spit on his face, but this man like an iron tower was too tall, and she was not too comfortable with spitting.

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Fortunately, this action was not intended to kill the enemy. It was used to provoke, and it was completely enough. The gladiator, who was feverish from the battle, turned his head and saw the somewhat familiar figure.

"What did that blind man always say? It took no effort to get it." A deep voice seemed to come from a copper pipe. He raised his arms and shook off the two ghouls who were trying to hug him.

The small iron ball's fishing net threw them aside. Then he moved his neck and tossed the steel fork back and forth in his hands, making it impossible to determine his dominant hand.

Maybe there is no dominant hand at all. Such an experienced warrior has already developed the abilities of both his left and right hands.

Compared with his opponent's confidence, Atta, who had successfully attracted attention, hesitated for a moment as if he suddenly realized what he was doing. But as the scene of the little fairy's broken body being picked up on a steel fork flashed before his eyes

, anger and some deeper emotion spread from the heart, quickly spreading throughout the female swordsman's body along the muscles and blood vessels.

Generally speaking, women are always more civilized than men in society. Some scholars attribute this to the needs evolved from the long-term division of labor in social life, and some try to find the answer from physical and physiological aspects. But this actually makes no sense.

Because men and women make up society together, there are no barbaric men and civilized women or the opposite in a society. If necessary, women can also become very angry, bellicose, and even cruel. Due to human nature, gender is still

Next.

It is useless to say more. Only the sound of gold and iron is the best description at this time. The trident, which is as thick as a bowl, takes full advantage of the long weapon. In addition, the wingspan of the gladiator is longer than that of Atta, and the female sword

Shi Shi was at a disadvantage from the beginning. If it weren't for her sharp skills, she would have been stabbed in her limbs within the first three moves and lost her ability to fight. But even if she was lucky enough to escape such an outcome, the steel fork still remained on her body.

There were scars.

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

"No need to intervene." Whether it was due to the warrior's self-esteem or her grasp of the battlefield, the female swordsman had no need to respond positively to the opponent.

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She seems to be at a disadvantage now, but as more and more people come and go, her opponent's combat habits are gradually mastered by her, and it will become easier and easier to deal with them. Although evasion will consume more energy than attack.

She has physical strength, but her light body offsets this disadvantage to the greatest extent.

"Okay, I understand what you mean. I just hope that before Ms. Nina arrives on the battlefield, there will be no more enemies in front of us." The ups and downs of the tone are uncomfortable, like some kind of spell, or because of the spell.

Because of this, he could only send the words to Atta's ears through this tone that did not match his tone.

But he was right about one thing. The sunset would not last too long, no more than half an hour at most. Half an hour later, night fell, and the presence of vampires would make all resistance a joke. Atta fought with the vampires.

However, she was very aware of their destructive power, and besides, the guy she had dealt with in Cangshi was somehow lower than Nina in terms of the vampire ranking.

Most of these people also know what they know. Cheese once told his companions during the journey that morning and dusk, noon and midnight are good opportunities for magic rituals to take effect. These moments that must be experienced every day are important in magic.

They have unique meanings. Different schools of magic may have different views on them, but there are always some characteristics in common.

So based on what I thought before running towards my opponent, the answer is already obvious. There must be some kind of trap that will be launched at the handover of day and night, and most of these people in front of me are here to ensure that they are still here before then.

They are confident that as long as the trap is activated, vampires will not be a problem.

"Ding!" The gap between the tridents locked the blade of Frakragg. This long-handled weapon with a protruding part has a natural advantage against swords on the battlefield. As the gladiator grinned,

Turning the weapon, the huge force forced Atta to let go, otherwise her arm would be broken.

In this case, let's give it away. Atta let go of his right hand holding the sword, and at the same time grabbed a tip of the trident with his left hand, using it as a fulcrum to jump up in an upward posture! This is obviously beyond the reach of a gladiator.

As expected, by the time he reacted, the female swordsman had already jumped over the three deadly spikes and took out the dagger from her boot.

Unlike in the gladiatorial arena where everyone can only wear armor and hold fixed weapons, open battles do not stipulate that swordsmen can only use swords. The gladiator succeeded before, and the arm that stabilized the halberd reached out. Now Atta just

A slight pick with the dagger caused a wound on the back of his hand.

The female swordsman shrugged her nose. This time, she should have cut off a few fingers of her opponent, but the result was because he hid in time.

"Hmph." The gladiator didn't panic at all when he was close to him. Fortunately, he let go of his other hand and let the trident fall to the ground. He was not very afraid of Atta, who was holding a dagger in one hand, because close combat was the only thing in the gladiatorial arena.

Reserved items. When he was still fighting for freedom, there were even some scenes where he and his opponents would be arranged to fight with bare hands. Such fights were often the bloodiest and cruelest.

Compared with the desperate feeling of being surrounded like a cockfight, now is nothing.

The wind of the fist blew the little chestnut hair, and the opponent's punches were very fast, combined with the twist of the waist and the solid pace. Maybe it was a reckless decision to give up the magic sword. If Frakragg was in hand, she could fight for it.

The magic spell of holding the sword edge next to the enemy's neck or expecting to hit the enemy's sword suddenly appeared. Now the battle has entered a cruel stage, and there is no possibility of trickery.

A heavy punch, hitting her flank. The pain of the heavy blow and the reaction of her internal organs were dizzying. Atta endured the pain, stabbed the dagger into the arm behind the fist that hit her, and retracted the fist.

The movement caused the dagger to effortlessly leave a horrific wound on the arm. The blood and pain began to blur the mind.

He and she, both parties' understanding of their opponent gradually faded. Race, gender, height, age, these impressions constructed through the senses quickly faded with reason. Instead, there was endless rage and violence. Kill him, kill,

kill!

The close combat turned into a scuffle, and the scuffle turned into a fight to the death. Atta didn't know how many times she had been hit, and the opponent opposite her had turned into a bloody man, but he did not fall.

The blood-stained gladiator let out an angry war cry, lowered his body and hit him like a wall. Atta had no way to avoid it. He was picked up by the waist, and his entire abdomen was hit by the opponent's shoulder and upper arm. He left the ground and followed the footsteps of the bull.

Helpless hind legs.

"Boom!" Her body hit the ground. Her eyes saw the sky, the clouds lit by the setting sun, and the crowd around her squeezing her vision. Her breathing was unusually clear in her ears, but her heartbeat was subtle and incomprehensible.

Immediately afterwards, the sky was obscured by shadows, and the ferocious face of the gladiator and the dripping blood filled her world. Her arms could no longer be clearly felt. But this was not a reason to give up. Through looking at each other, she could

He saw that the other person's eyes were starting to become blurry just like his own.

Again, work harder.

She raised her fist tremblingly and hit the gladiator's arm once or twice, but with little effect. The opponent seemed to roar something, but it seemed as if a thousand bees were flapping their wings in her ears.

Her fist hit the opponent's face along her arm. Her last desperate effort brought unexpected gains. She couldn't remember when she picked up the dagger, and she even doubted whether she could hold it tightly.

But the fact is that with the last punch, the dagger was deeply lodged in the gladiator's neck, and her last impression of him was her eyes of disbelief.
Chapter completed!