Hail the King

Chapter 334 , The Autumn Wind Sweeps the Fallen Leaves-style Victory

The fierce wind pressed against his body, shaking his long hair, but Cech remained calm and motionless.

Amidst the groaning whimpers, seeing that the huge iron spiked mace was about to hit his forehead, some timid spectators below seemed to have seen the misery of this thin and slender Chambord soldier with his skull cracked and his brains flowing. In the scene, some people were so frightened that they covered their eyes...

But at this moment——

Click! Click! ! Click! ! !

A series of slight cracking sounds came slowly.

In the battle, an incredible reversal took place between the lightning and the flint.

On the sword testing platform, everything changed from motion to stillness in an instant.

The strong warrior Gude, who was rushing forward like a wild beast, suddenly came to a complete stop, together with the terrifying and heavy mace in his hand, the pair of front For a moment, it seemed like an iron thorn giant stick that could tear apart the world, and it stopped in the void at this moment.

At this moment, they can't move forward even a little bit.

And it is the fingers that stop them.

Two not thick fingers.

Petr Cech, who had always been calm, just stretched out two fingers in an understatement, and the fingertips touched the top of the mace, and he instantly resolved the frenzied full blow of the Gude warrior.

No, not just defusing attacks.

Also defeated the opponent.

Soon all the spectators under the sword-testing stage grew their mouths unbelievably, and their jaws almost cracked.

Because they were dumbfounded to see that centered on the fingers of the expressionless Chambor warrior, white cracks soon appeared on Gude Warrior's mace, and then these cracks began to expand and spread like spider webs , Then, the pair of giant weapons made of fine iron turned into pieces of iron filings of different sizes and fell to the ground.

"hiss……"

The bearded warrior Gude looked at the broken handle of the huge iron spike in his hand, his face was pale, as if he had seen a ghost, and his calf began to twist.

A pair of refined iron giant hammers can be crushed with one finger,

It shows that the strengths of the two sides are not at the same level at all. As long as the other party is willing, he can even point himself to pieces with one finger.

"You lost." Cech withdrew his fingers and said softly, "I don't want to kill people, so you jump off the sword-testing platform yourself!"

"I..." The old German bearded warrior wanted to say something at first, but when he looked at the broken iron on the ground, all his courage disappeared, he was startled, turned around and jumped off the sword-testing platform.

"In the first round of the master match, Petr Cech of Chambord wins!"

The judge loudly announced the winner of the first round of the ancient German and Chambord country masters. The sound spread far and wide through the sound transmission magic circle that had been set up on the sword trial stage, and fell into the hearts of everyone. in the ear.

"Cech! Cech!! Peter? Cech!!!"

No one expected that such a wonderful situation would appear in the first round of the master station between the two countries. Although there was no fierce fighting scene with fighting spirit, blazing sky, destructive power, stone chips flying, smoke and dust everywhere, Cech, who was dressed in light armor The scene of smelting and smelting the giant iron with one finger still shocked everyone who watched the game.

Even the visual impact brought to the audience by this shocking scene far exceeds any earth-shattering fight. Thousands of onlookers who were awakened from the shock by the referee's voice immediately chanted Petr Cech's name frantically, and the scene was full of excitement. extreme.

On the sword-testing platform, the slender figure set off the simple and simple light armor, the black cloak fluttered in the wind, and Cech, whose curly long hair danced like a waterfall, exuded an indescribable charm at this time. The demeanor of a famous warrior and commander is in full bloom.

Fei laughed and applauded in the rest area far away.

More than fifty Chambord Saints excitedly beat their shields with giant axes in their hands, making the sound of metal and iron clashing, cheering for their commander.

This is the first time the Saints have seen Cech make a move.

They also didn't expect that Commander Cech, who seemed to be extremely low-key on weekdays, rarely showed his strength, and was considered inferior to the [Second General Hengha], the king's personal bodyguard and other recognized experts in the expeditionary force, would have such a high level. Strength, looking at the silent and arrogant commander on the sword test platform, every saint felt his blood was burning.

...

"Another master appeared in Chambord City!"

"Peter? Cech? It seems that I haven't heard of this person's name before, but it seems that he doesn't even use his fighting spirit, and he just pointed at the strength of the opponent's heavy weapon. This time, the masters in the northern theater are ranked in the top ten!"

"What a powerful strength, one point of the fine iron giant. Well, his strength is probably promoted to five-star, right?"

"Well, he's a good master. Let's see if he can be poached from King Chambord!"

In the VIP viewing seats of No. 44 sword-testing platform, seeing this scene, these high-ranking figures were also shocked. Amidst the amazed discussion, some people's eyes flickered, and their hearts were full of excitement. Planning a plan to poach the wall.

In fact, the previous Imperial Martial Arts Competition was also a grand event for the major nobles and forces in the empire to find talents. After many nobles took a fancy to some powerful subordinate country warriors who had emerged through the competition, they would try to recruit or threaten them. means to recruit these warriors into their own forces.

Although these actions were carried out in secret, they were actually acquiesced by the high-level empire. Some people even compared such actions to cutting leeks. The three years between each martial arts competition is a breeding period. The strength of the dependent countries has grown again, and it is time to harvest 'leeks' again.

The reasons for this are more complicated.

The empire does not completely trust all the dependent countries under its rule. After all, there are countless things that happened in the continent of Azeroth where the dependent countries rose and overthrew the monarchy. Even the Zenit Empire itself was tearing apart the Spartan Empire. It was established on the basis of the Dak Empire, so through this method of 'harvesting', it can not only strengthen itself, but also silently dispel the strength of various dependent countries. This is also one of the means for the empire to check and balance the dependent countries.

Of course, this poaching behavior does not succeed every time.

In the continent of Azeroth, after declaring allegiance to their king, true warriors generally do not swear allegiance to others.

This is one of the ancient honors and beliefs of the samurai.

It's a pity that in such a continent where the law of the jungle, some people stick to glory and faith, there will naturally be people who choose money and status. Even those kings with loyal warriors, when faced with the coercion and intimidation of the nobles and the military in the imperial capital, He will also eagerly choose to end the master-slave relationship with the warriors under his command, and surrender the warriors who are loyal to him to the nobles of the imperial capital.

Such things have happened too many times in the past twenty years.

During this period of time, King Chambord was born and became a blockbuster, and the strength of Chambord City increased dramatically, shocking the entire imperial capital, but in the eyes of some people, it might be a piece of fat and oily meat, and everyone wanted to harvest this piece of fat 'Digest to become your own strength.

Like patient and ferocious wolves, they are quietly lurking and waiting for an opportunity.

And now, the opportunity has come.

Find out the masters in Chambord City, and then use various means to seduce and win over these masters in Chambord in private.

No one believed that Chambord's achievements were monolithic. Those masters who came out of the remote, cold and barren land in the north would not be tempted by the high-level forces of the empire, and the sudden money and status.

The 'leeks' are already incomparably lush, and the season of 'harvesting' is here again.

...

In the next six master matches, the Chambord side almost defeated the ancient Germany at the speed of the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves.

[Hengha Two Generals], Fernando Torres, Warden Oleg, and Philip Inzaghi played successively and defeated their opponents.

Drenthe, the prince of ancient Germany, was one of the [Seven Wolves] among the masters affiliated to the royal family. The so-called [Black Wolf] master was the last to appear on the stage, and he lasted the longest on the sword-testing platform. The two of Torres fought for more than 20 minutes, but in the end they still lost to the unpredictable arrow shot from the longbow in Torres' hand. It was pierced through his left shoulder and lost most of his fighting power. He had to admit defeat and jumped off the test Sword platform.

These six master battles made the audience around No. 44 sword-testing stage mesmerized.

The strength displayed by the shampoo master shocked everyone.

Drogba and Pierce are violent, domineering, powerful and invincible, the warden Oleg's amazing defense and weird shock wave boxing technique, Fernando Torres' blond hair and graceful figure and unimaginable archery And the assassination technique of that thin and shy handsome young man who eludes ghosts...

The unique fighting skills displayed by each Chambord master made every spectator who chose to watch the battle on the 44th sword trial stage hearty and delighted, and they were glad that they chose to come to watch this game.

Even some good bards have privately given majestic nicknames to the six Chambord masters who have shown their strength. Before the battle is over, they can't wait to sing and publicize among the crowd... …

"[White-haired Quick Sword] Paul Pierce, that is the ruthless swordsman under King Chambord, his body is as strong as a bull, and his long sword is as fast as lightning...Gods, no one can see clearly The trajectory of his sword, when you feel the wind passing by your body, it means that you are dead..."

"[Black-haired Mad Fist] Didier Drogba, that is a strong warrior under Alexander, the King of the North. His body is stronger than the Ocean of Warcraft, and his fists can smash the stars. Poor man, don't try to provoke this Chambord samurai, otherwise his fist can crush everything in you..."

"[The Desperate] Fatty Oleg, that is a fat and huge monster on the battlefield. Even if a giant dragon faces him, he will feel hopeless. His body can resist all attacks, and his fists can tear the earth apart. Poor man, facing him, you will only feel the despair of the abyss..."

"[Smash One Finger] Peter Cech, his finger can crush fine iron, crush everything..."

"[Son of the Wind] Fernando Torres, the arrows he shoots are faster than the wind, and his chic posture is more elegant than the wind..."

"[Shadow Thorn] Inzaghi, any enemy must pray not to see him, because when you see him, his dagger has already pierced your heart..."

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