Feiqi didn't see Princera on the viewing platform, but even if he saw it, he probably couldn't recognize it. His previous memories were scattered and very broken. He only knew that his life was unbearable, but he couldn't do it if he wanted to see it. Not to mention the wonderful nights spent with the ladies who had made a romantic name for him, he couldn't even remember the fact that he had arranging alchemy medicine to abolish the heirs of the grand duke.
At the moment, the only battle that was about to begin could remove his attention from the book.
"As the people who signed up for the points melee, you have to start the competition earlier than the others." A man with a high-legged hat and two strings of bells on his wrist stood on the platform and shouted to the contestants three times in a loud voice. "Pick your opponent by yourself, each person must play three games. If you win, get the brand, and if you lose, paint. Two brands can enter the next round. Each brand has a bonus for hardware coins, but those who are eliminated by three paints have no bonus. Now, if you want to play the first game, come forward!"
You can prepare more when you go up later, at least you can see how others fight, and you can learn some skills and gain some experience. No one talks for a while, and everyone looks at each other and winks. "Go up, I'll take good care of you!" "You have no problem, go!" "You have been strengthened..."
Feiqi raised his hand: "I'll do it. I still have a game over there."
Everyone made way for him and watched the fool wearing only a thin armored jacket come on stage. "The thickest thing on him is the book in his hand. What's the use?"
"Depending on the quality of the clothes, I guess the young master from which family is. I have to come because I bet with the girl and then lose as soon as possible. As long as there is an explanation, I can get some unimportant wounds and then pretend to be pitiful, maybe..."
"Wow, you have a good idea. Do you have any plans to write a story?"
"Get out, that's not going to make money!"
Feich walked to the bell wearing the bell, "Fech Ice Peak, Priest, Monster Hunter and Magician."
"Fei...Feich, oh, here, I found this column of yours. Well, the appearance characteristics are also right. Do you have an appointment with the opponent?"
"No." Feiqi shook his head: "I have no personal grudges to be resolved in the competition. I am purely here to win."
His words caused a burst of laughter. Although this competition could only use the "safety weapon" provided by the sect, even if there was no blade and the edge was covered with cloth, there was still danger. Feiqi did not look like a strong person, and he did not have strong armor on his body, so he was at a disadvantage in this game. Immediately, several people saw that there was a advantage and raised their hands high, hoping to fight him.
The real knight and the highly skilled warrior were not ready to take action after hearing the name. They either knew Feiqi's identity and felt that there was no need to have conflicts with Andrew Hall, or they were disdainful of taking advantage of this. However, several elves discussed it and selected a representative.
"I'll do it." A light green-haired elf squeezed to the front: "I want to move my muscles."
"It's the elves, let him go!" a group of people shouted: "Let the elves go!"
"Okay, the first game, Fitch from Ice Peak Fortress, against... How should you pronounce the name?"
"It doesn't matter, it's hard for you humans to pronounce that pronunciation." The elf tidied up his hair, tied up behind his head, and then walked into the rope fence.
The one-on-one competition venue is a fifteen-meter square area, slightly higher than the surrounding ground, with a layer of fine yellow sand spreading flat on it. Feiqi and the elf stood diagonally at the corner, waiting for the loud-sounding bell man to complete a lengthy introduction. Today is the first round of the competition, and the civilians who have been lucky to have not been eliminated, resulting in not many highlights, so the bishops of the sect have no prospects. Otherwise, there would be a prayer session before, which would be even more troublesome.
"That seems to be Feige Hall." Princera felt that she could no longer pretend that she had not seen or recognized her. She leaned gently on her fiancé's hard shoulder armor and grabbed his silver arm armor. She dared not hold his hand, for fear that he would find the wet palm. "He has changed so much that I can't even recognize him."
"He has changed a lot." Gresham couldn't hear any emotion in his tone. "If I hadn't seen him at the Ice Peak Fortress before, it would be difficult for me to tell him."
"You've seen him, but I haven't heard you say anything about it. He was exiled to the Sunset Mountains, right?"
"Did it come because of exile? This happens to be the hardest question to answer." Gresham thought of another Hall, the Hall who became the lord. "One thing can only be sure of is that he is no longer the Feige Hall in the past, but has become Feige Ice Peak, a monster hunter. Princera, who do you think will win?"
"It should be an elf."
"Is it because the elves are stronger, or do you think Feiqi is weak?"
"Feich is weaker. Can he dance swords? I have never heard of such news. Look at that elf, with flexible movements and well-equipped equipment, looks better than him."
"But Fitch will win in this game, and the elves will let him win." Gresham patted the back of his fiancée's hand and grabbed it all. "Fitch is playing for the elf lord Diderit, so the elves will give him a victory. Those elves are very proud. They think they will not fail, so it is not harmful to give a victory to the 'one'."
"So, the elves also think that Feich is weak?"
"The monster hunter in the Ice Peak Fortress is only threatening when he is distanced and holds a crossbow, and neither is available on this field." Gresham explained patiently: "Without a blade weapon, heavier armor, greater power, longer reach and better balance will determine the outcome - he does not have these four points. I can even guess what the elves want: give Fitch a victory and see if he can defeat a simple opponent and then enter the second round. As long as he is not eliminated in the first round like those untrained civilians, it is reasonable."
"Oh, so that's how it is. It's really complicated." Princera closed her mouth and looked at the bell man jumping around in the venue in silence. He was energizing the atmosphere and telling some jokes, but Princera didn't think it was funny. The bell man was not a real clown, and Feiqi was not a real loser. She suddenly realized that her fiancé was neglecting a question: How could Feiqi lose on purpose?
"Now, both sides can greet each other and start a competition!"
Finally it began. Feiqi hung the nail hammer around her waist, held a shield in one hand, and stretched forward with the other, walking towards the elf. The elf pointed his eyelids with his index finger and middle finger, then shook it at Feiqi, and greeted him in their unique way. After that, he reached out and gently sharped Feiqi - this is human etiquette.
"Fech, a magician." Feich said it more.
"Magic? A strange word, I guess it's probably a synonym for the caster, right?" the elf pointed to Fitch's wrist and said, "Aren't you a priest?"
"Yes, of course, too." Feiqi would not deny the identity of the priest. "But the one who is fighting you now is a magician."
"It doesn't matter, you're not a warrior anyway." The elf took a few steps back and gave way to about five meters. He weighed the scimitar provided by the competition venue and played a few circles in the air. "Oh, let's start as soon as possible and end as soon as possible."
"I think so too." Feiqi raised his shield and nodded.
"Your mace is still... Forget it, it doesn't matter." The elf sighed and ran towards Fitch quickly. This drama is too difficult to act. The other party has no mace. How can he lose? Do you have to hit the shield and pretend to be dizzy?
Feiqi took a step back, and many people laughed. "He asked to be the first to play, to lose early, get out early, right?" "So scared? Are you scared? They are elves and fake swords, not human-eating beasts."
The distance of five meters is very close and the elf is very agile. Feiqi only had time to take a second step. He hid most of his body behind the shield, but this posture seemed very amateur. People with a little combat training could see several flaws. However, even if they had combat experience, their understanding of magic was zero. Feiqi hid his right hand behind the shield and silently recited a spell.
The sand on the ground suddenly became very smooth, as if it was covered with banana peels. The elf warrior slipped under his feet, and his long-term combat intuition made him react immediately, and his light body tried to regain balance. He could jump between the branches and fly among the warships, and even if the ground under his feet kept shaking, he would not fall!
pity.
There is now a magician commanding this sandy land.
"Soil Elements and Terrain Changes", the spell project that Feiqi just completed not long ago can make the ground slippery or increase friction to prevent slipping. Not only that, Feiqi can control the direction of the ground slipping, such as when the elf's right leg hits the ground, let him slide to the right and when the left leg hits the ground.
There will be no such strange situation in the land of nature.
The elf has a slender body and agile movements, but after all, it is not a mollusk, and can split. When Feiqi separated the legs of the elf warrior, no martial arts could protect the vital points. With a dull "bang", the elf's head hit Fitch's shield. Her beautiful long light golden hair spread out, barely covering the swollen bag on her forehead. The elf wanted to grab the shield to restore balance, but unexpectedly the ground under her feet suddenly slid backwards.
He fell to the ground and was crawling in front of Fitch.
"I should win, right?" Feiqi took off the mace and swayed the back of the elf's head. It was obvious that if the mace was hit on the battlefield, his life would be gone, and of course he would decide the outcome. Everyone booed and was very dissatisfied with the battle. Especially when the elf was helped up, he looked at the soles of the shoe with confusion on his face. The expression of pretending to be stupid made everyone feel seriously deceived.
"Nothing sticks?" He walked back to his position. The sand was still the same, dry and tough. Although it was yellow, it was far from the banana peel.
"Oh... Go down the elf, don't be upset on it!" The sound of cheering became louder and louder, "It's too fake, too fake! Are elves fools?"
One was a slap of white paint on the armor on his chest, and the other quickly won the sign of winning. He decided to take two games to see how others played.
Chapter completed!