Chapter 162 I give up!

"Poof!" Lancelot fell heavily to the ground.

"Puff, puff!" Arrows came one after another from behind.

Lancelot closed his eyes, with a very painful expression on his face, as if he had been hit by an arrow.

Ten arrows hit the ground almost at the same time, immediately raising a cloud of dust.

The night elf in the sky nodded with satisfaction. At this moment, the energy in his body was almost exhausted, and he slowly landed on the ground, walking step by step towards the place where Lancelot fell.

"How is this possible?" After a few seconds, the smoke dispersed, but Ruila was stunned by the sight in front of her.

The night elves poured all the remaining energy into the arrows. The target hit by the arrows would be burned by incredibly high temperatures. Lancelot lying on the ground in front of him was covered in dust after a battle.

, but there was no sign of injury at all!

I saw ten arrows stuck in Lancelot's side, perfectly outlining the outline of the whole person.

"Hahahaha!" A burst of laughter burst out from the audience.

Lancelot's coquettish movement not only successfully avoided the arrows shot by Rayla before, but also accidentally escaped the night elf's ultimate move because he tripped on a stone.

Ruila looked stunned at this time, as if she had forgotten what to do next, and stood there blankly looking at Lancelot not far away.

Just when the night elves were in a daze, ten arrows burning with golden light disappeared from the ground.

"Huh?" Lancelot moved his body and found that he was not injured. He supported the ground with his left hand and slowly stood up holding the war gun in his right hand.

He turned around and looked at the night elves not far away. At this time, their eyes met, and neither of them could believe that things would turn out like this.

Five minutes ago, Rilla was still in such a fierce mood that Lancelot could only run away like a hare.

But now the situation has changed dramatically. The night elves are unable to attack from a distance due to exhaustion of energy, and the only dagger that can be used for melee combat is dozens of meters away.

Lancelot held the war gun in his hand and patted his dusty robe carelessly. A smile appeared on his lips. He knew that the battle situation was now under control.

"It's my turn!"

Lancelot roared angrily, and rushed toward Rilla, who was five meters away, like a bow and arrow.

Rilla watched helplessly as the opponent's figure expanded rapidly in front of her eyes. Finally, at the moment when the spear was about to pierce her, the night elf screamed loudly: "Stop! I surrender!"

"Hmm." Upon hearing this, Lancelot immediately restrained his strength and pressed the silver spear tip against the night elf's neck.

The more than 50,000 spectators in the audience also heard Ruila's scream. They looked at each other and didn't know what to think.

The finals of the Black Thorns Competition have always been the highlight, with strong men from different continents and countries showing off their heroic figures. The Black Thorns Arena is the best stage for performances by the strong men.

Every duel in the final was thrilling and touched everyone's nerves.

The winning side advances successfully and receives applause and cheers, while the losing side usually pays the price with blood.

Their sense of honor as strong men does not allow them to succumb to their opponents, and they often fight until the last moment!

However, the first game of the final allowed them to see an unprecedented duel method.

As a Blackthorn Gladiator, Lancelot not only lacked the courage of a gladiator to move forward, but he also lost his armor under the charm of the night elves just after the game began. What's even more shocking is that after regaining his sanity, Lancelot actually kept fighting.

Escape!

And his opponent, the night elf Rilla, successfully used the talent of charm to make Lancelot stand there and let her deal with it. The dagger used to cut the opponent's throat was inexplicably bounced away.

After that, Rila took off into the sky and transformed into the goddess of bows and arrows. This series of operations really surprised everyone present, but the result was beyond everyone's expectations. Lancelot, who had been chased and shot for a whole game, actually

Became the winner of this game.

"What the hell?!"

"That's it? This is the final?"

"Where's the promised XX? These two bastards!"

"Rematch! Rematch! Rematch!" The audience on the stage repeated the same words excitedly, and the atmosphere in the arena became awkward.

"No, don't kill me, Lancelot."

Ruila begged in a low voice, her silver bell-like voice obviously trembling slightly. She could no longer remain calm in the face of the fear of death.

"You had no intention of sparing my life just now." Lancelot smiled. He noticed the roar of dissatisfaction from the audience, and his eyes became a little colder: "Sorry, according to the rules of the game, I have to kill you.

Only then can we advance to the next round.”

"No!" Ruila was so anxious that she almost cried when she heard what the other party said. She quickly explained hesitantly: "Lancelot, you don't have to kill me, you just need to knock me out."

Lancelot was dumbfounded after hearing what the night elf said. He stared at the other party's golden pupils and said, "I can spare your life, provided you can give me satisfactory conditions in exchange."

Ruila immediately licked her light blue lips after hearing this, and her words were full of temptation: "When the game is over, I can let you enjoy a wonderful night."

As the night elf spoke, she reached out and tried to gently push the war gun away from Lancelot's hand. Her meaning was already very obvious.

"Sorry, this is not what I wanted." Lancelot responded coldly, without moving the tip of the gun even half a minute.

Seeing that Lancelot was unmoved, Rilla suddenly showed a puzzled expression.

"Then what do you want?"

"The truth." Although there was a lot of cursing in the arena, Lancelot still lowered his voice subconsciously: "Tell me the purpose of participating in the Black Thorn Competition."

"Purpose?"

Rilla frowned, not understanding what Lancelot wanted to ask.

"You are not a slave of the Black Thorn, why do you want to participate in the Black Thorn Competition?" Lancelot looked serious and said in a higher tone: "As far as I know, only six of the thirty contestants are gladiators of the Black Thorn.

, and you guys from outside, the reason for participating in the competition must not be to gain freedom, right?"

"So, as long as I tell you the answer you want, you will forgive me, right." Rila said with a flash of joy in her eyes.

Lancelot looked up at the audience who were still yelling, and nodded in affirmation.

"Well, although I don't know the reason why others came to participate in the competition, I am here to save the dignity of my family."

Rila's voice was clear and sweet, and Lancelot even wondered if this woman was trying to seduce him again.

"Is there any necessary connection between winning the Black Thorn Competition and the dignity of the family?" Lancelot wondered.

"Lancelot, because what I really care about is not the championship, but the reward after winning the championship."

"What reward?"
Chapter completed!