They were crowded together, and the metal armor rubbed and squeezed each other, making a harsh sound. The Hall family's armor is the most exquisite, and only it causes damage to others will never be harmed. However, the quality of the armor is not enough to allow him to gain room for movement. Not to mention raising his hands and legs, it is difficult to move his fingers.
There were constant roaring sounds coming from the audience. "Rogue!" "Shame!" and "Scream!" The shouts came one after another. Ersi's face turned red and she stood in the stands and yelled angrily. If so many bishops were watching, she would have wanted to throw a few magical tricks down to help Feiqi get out of the predicament.
"It seems that someone overheard my method and then used it." Gresham's mouth smiled slightly and said to Princera leaning beside him: "Feich is very good, but he will have no choice in such a situation. It's good that this will make him restrain his pride and understand that a person's cleverness cannot fight the power of the united people."
"If you don't say this idea, he will win today." Princera sighed: "But even if you don't say it at that time, someone will definitely think of a countermeasure. I heard from the nun that there are many people selling nail shoes outside that can crack greasy techniques. Is this true?"
"Almost everyone in the single-player duel competition has a pair." Gresham nodded: "Nail shoes are very expensive, and a pair of twenty gold coins is almost more expensive than the matching boots with full body armor. Because it is expensive, the contestants in the melee came up with this idea to save money. Eliminate Fitch first, don't you have to buy shoes?"
"They should actually buy a lesson with twenty gold coins." Princera looked at the battlefield, then patted her fiancé's back of her hand. "It's unfair that they eavesdropped on your way, saved money, but did not express gratitude to you!"
"Hahaha, as long as the method works!" Gresham was very happy. Although he was not personally, he used the method he had figured out, which was equivalent to defeating Feich himself. This feeling was really good.
"Look, the servant who raised the flag for Fitch was so pitiful. He wanted to get close, but he was still squeezed out. Oh, the flags fell!"
Princera exclaimed, but Gresham disagreed. On the venue of the martial arts competition, it is necessary to only show the glory of the goddess. The family emblems, knight's badges and mercenary logos should be hidden. Whether wearing a cloak or using a luminous holy emblem on the home emblem, it is strictly a manifestation of lack of respect. It is just that the sect master has implemented the goddess' magnanimity and has not pursued it.
The flag did not have a family emblem or a holy emblem. The place mentioned was the Ice Peak Fortress, which belongs to one of the many castles of the Kyosuka in the Sunset Mountains. Therefore, this "advertising" just got into the loopholes of rules and customs and was put into the venue like this. If the Kyosuka's decision-making process could be faster, it might be able to block "learning magic, Ice Peak Fortress looking for Fitch" from the final venue. But now, the flag is squeezed down and it will no longer be annoying.
The flagpole was broken and the flag fell into the dust. The flag bearer tried to squeeze into the crowd several times and failed. So he picked up the flag in the sympathetic eyes of everyone and walked to the edge of the venue with a look of loss. Here, he could stand alone, away from disputes and away from opponents.
A sharp horn sound announced the start of the competition, and the audience's hearts immediately rose to their throats. Just as several contestants who were also going to participate in the single competition were about to start secretly and broke Fitch's arm to eliminate him from the two events, a shout suddenly broke out.
"I admit defeat, I surrender!"
The sound came from the burnt yellow helmet, a little dull, but everyone heard it. Just as some people were hesitating whether to continue the "bad-handed" action, another shouting sounded: "Oh, you want to criticize him behind your back, why are you touching me!"
The sudden shout immediately received a response: "Someone is using a bad move!" "Split it apart! Split it apart!" "Don't block me, take your hand away!"
The "unified" group is most likely to fall into chaos when suddenly losing its target of action. If someone deliberately guides it, it will spread faster. The melee competition becomes a complete melee, and everyone is crowded together, so they can only attack all enemies from all directions at the same time.
At this time, it was very difficult to describe the sudden outbreak scene at that time. It could only be summarized in one sentence: the scene was extremely bloody. Although it was not really bloody, there were many tragic situations of fractures and dislocations after heavy falls. In just half a minute, more than half of the people had fallen down, and the rest continued to fight. Wailings, shouts, curses and provocations came one after another, and even suppressed the cheers in the audience. After a while, sweat and blood oozed out from the gaps in the armor, and several of them fell to the ground accompanied by white foam and yellow urine.
The ladies were frightened, some were already crying with their faces covering their faces, and some were so panicked that they even forgot to cry. Princera also looked pale, but she felt that as a noble lady, she should show her due demeanor at any time. She crossed her hands and placed them on her knees, trying to control her breathing, not wanting to let the rapid and heavy breathing break the dress on her chest. Even at the most nervous time, she just stamped her toes a few times and forced herself to endure the exclamation. "Is this what the battlefield looks like?"
Gresham saw Princela's performance and smiled in praise. He reached out and covered his fiancée's hand, comforting softly: "Don't worry, my dear, there is only a chaotic battle below. I commanded all the disciplined paladins. We charge in a neat and dense queue, and those enemies who were defeated by us were like this."
"But there are knights below... I'm very scared. If one day you encounter a similar situation... Oh, I shouldn't say such words, sorry."
"Don't worry, I have the blessing of a goddess, and I have you praying for me, so when I hold the sword, the one who feels fear and worry should be my enemy." Gresham pointed at the venue: "Look, the man with a blue scarf outside the armor. I know him, that is Knight Corris from the Red River Valley. His swordsmanship is good, you see, he has defeated seven people! If I were below, I would defeat all the enemies like him and then win the final victory."
"Do you think he will win? Then I'm optimistic about him too!" Princera suddenly felt that she was particularly safe and happy.
Just as they were having a sweet conversation, the situation in the arena became clear. The blue scarf Knight Corris was flexible in movements and full of physical strength. He used very efficient sword techniques to attack and defend, with short and powerful movements and vivid rhythms. He defeated one opponent after another, causing cheers after cheers. He attracted attention and attracted the same attacks from three opponents.
After a few rounds, he still defeated the three of them and suffered a minor injury on his thigh. When he looked around the field, there were only four opponents left, and none of them knew the Knights. So he raised his sword to greet the audience, as if he was declaring his victory.
One of the opponents applauded.
Applauding means that there are no weapons on both hands, which is equivalent to "not worrying". However, when the applauding person is the guy who raised the flag for Feiqi, the situation is different. "It's really good, I thought there were more people left! You are so efficient!"
While saying strange things, the man rubbed his face with his hands. Soon, he took off a layer of skin glue, a sticky thing mixed with the batter and pigment, and then revealed his true appearance.
"Fech!" Knight Corris was shocked: "Why are you here?! Who is in the armor?"
"It is the servant responsible for carrying my armor for me. Today's flag is mine." Feiqi kept tearing it hard. It turned out that there was a thick layer of sticky rubber under the chain armor shirt, covering the skin on his neck, chest, belly and back, changing the color and texture to form a perfect disguise.
His movements were like a snake shedding her skin, and the disguise was made by Shani. Feiqi felt that Shani might also shed her snake hair, so she saw more - after all, hundreds of snakes - she learned this method.
"Ah, I finally relaxed. This layer of leather armor is basically not breathable, it's so frustrating!" Feiqi stretched his upper body naked, and the sweat made his skin reflect crystal light, like a statue that had just been cleaned. He moved his fingers and wrists, and then said, "There are only four opponents left, you guys go together!"
"Why didn't you eliminate you early in the morning? How did you hide until now?"
"Yes, I forgot if you don't say it!" Feiqi raised his hand, and the advertising flag floated and flew to him, spreading and hovering. He took out a small brush from his pants pocket, and made ink from where he turned it into writing on the flag. Soon, the flag that made people feel headache and sore teeth floated again in the arena, with a line of words:
"The local mirage hidden magic spell is as follows:..."
"The spell is cracked as follows:..."
In addition to the few wails and the sound of the priest dragging the wounded by the medical team, the venue was quiet and the audience was almost the same. Occasionally, a few unknown audience members shouted: "What are you doing? Just beat me!" They were quickly reminded by people around and quieted down. The sect and paladins in the important district were still sitting upright, at least their bodies were not moving, and their mouths were whispering to exchange information. Soon, not only Feiqi and the Frozen Fortress, but also the four spells on the flag began to be discussed.
"Half is our magic rune, half is the Creator's Old Lord and other runes... This magic is interesting. Could it be that it was produced from magic?"
"But why is it called magic? What does this word magic mean?"
"So, he will definitely use this so-called magic."
However, Feiqi did not use magic immediately, but recited the magic spell. He first used the pious guardian magic to create a translucent shield emitting holy white light around him, and then summoned three magic lightning balls to hang around him. Finally, he showed the double-run magic seal "God" to give himself some good luck in the next battle. When he used the meditation technique of the Eagle School and posed in the usual combat preparation posture of monster hunters, all the priests of the sect had to admit that this was definitely an excellent warrior under the goddess's command.
Feiqi's entire set of actions was deliberately done, just to highlight that he was a divine art user, and he did not fall into depravity because of his invention and use of magic spells. It was completely different from those who were written into the silver-sealed spell book. The Truth Thunder Church is not an ignorant and cruel organization, but it also has a certain degree of bureaucracy and mutual suppression. Feiqi did not want his magic to be proposed every few days to be whipped, so he had to seize the opportunity of the martial arts competition to display it in public. He could cast divine art and magic at the same time, which means that the goddess had no objection. If anyone wants to use magic to mess with Feiqi, no one would believe it unless he came up with tangible evidence of Feiqi's depravity first.
Fitch moved while casting spells. He raised his right hand high, clearly showing magic spells, and then used greasy techniques to create slippery terrain. Then, he picked up a spear from the ground, used it as a gun sword to display the Eagle School's martial arts, and began to charge like a real warrior.
There were cheers on the sidelines, only Tron covered his eyes. "Fortunately, the instructor was not here, otherwise he would have beaten us hard when he saw such a bad gun and sword technique..."
"Don't matter! Just win!" Ersi cheered, and the tears of the past were replaced by the ecstasy of the present, which also made happiness sweeter. "Roll! Rull! Defeat them\\{*o*}/!"
Feiqi first eliminated three opponents. In order to save money on buying spikes, they joined the crowded team of killing Feiqi early, so they were helpless when facing greasy techniques. Fitch did this deliberately, defeating a Cavalier to win the championship, and then there would be no objection to the championship.
"There are only two of us left." Feiqi took the long stick back and took the initiative to come to a clearing without obstacles and greasiness, and made an invitation gesture. "I'm here. When I'm ready, come and snatch the championship from me!"
"I'm so arrogant!" Knight Corris roared, but he still obediently borrowed nail shoes from the eliminated person next to him. The contestants who fell to the ground but had not left cheered him in unison, "eliminate Feich", "beat him", and "beat that bad person!" These shouts made Knight Corris blush, as if he and the eliminated person were already on the same side.
"Spiked shoes can indeed prevent falling. You are worth it." Feiqi said with a smile to the knight opposite him who was blessing with a long sword. He returned the greeting with the priest's prayer gesture, then held the stick in his left hand, and his right hand was still greasy magic spell, and the spell runes that were exactly the same as those on the advertising flag shone brightly. "It's a pity that the gap between us is not a spell, nor is it a magical art and magic, but... brain!"
Corris felt something was wrong and rushed up first. The nails under his feet were solid and stable, so that his whole body could be solid and stable - but his heart was still hanging, and he raised the highest point when Fitch made a spell casting gesture.
"Greasy... your weapon!" Feiqi smiled, then waved the long stick. His martial arts seemed ordinary to Corris. He only needed to swing his sword to block it, and then he could win. But after blocking, the long sword disappeared.
His hands were full of slippery feeling, and the strength in his body was broken at the most critical palm position and could not be transmitted to the weapon. Just as the sword was sliding away, Feiqi launched an attack. He had weapons against no weapons, long weapons against the fists that could not be clamped tightly, and light naked against heavy plate armor. These advantages slid the gap in training level and martial arts. Feiqi seized the opportunity in a quick hit and poked heavily behind the knight's knee.
So, only one person was still standing on the ground. He held up the holy emblem, his weapons, his flashing magic matrix, and loudly cheered the goddess's holy name, and the advertising flag was flying high behind him.
Chapter completed!