Chapter 2: Game Controller
Just like Leon's choice in the game, his body is the son of a fallen member of the Knights Templar.
He had a good life in his youth and was taught strictly by his father, but the good times did not last long. Before he reached adulthood, his parents often left home and disappeared.
So the boy gradually became a street vendor, making a living by stealing, stalking, spying, or taking on some less legal jobs.
In order to survive, he got close to the Red Brotherhood.
But soon after he came of age, his parents were murdered, and the murderer was unknown. The only thing known was that he was wanted by the lord.
And the "brothers" of the former Scarlet Brotherhood seemed determined to kill him.
He had no choice but to leave Barkley and cross the sea to Pendor.
But as soon as he got off the boat , he was hit by the Scarlet Brotherhood of Pendor. It seemed that the dark forces of Pendor were also targeting him.
He finally managed to escape into the arena, but he was already on the verge of death. When he was about to die, Li Ang, a soul from another world, took over the life of this unfortunate man.
Also included is the Mount and Blade system - or rather, half of the Mount and Blade system.
So the seriously injured Li Ang miraculously recovered within a few days, and his skills became stronger rapidly.
Because in the arena, Leon discovered that, just like in the game, proficiency can be improved through continuous practice using straw men and targets.
Even after every day of chopping practice, he could directly see the changes in his body.
The muscles became flexible, the edges became clearer, and the originally thin face gradually became hard and more masculine.
Since this body has been hunted down, Leon decided to level up in the arena, gain enough proficiency, and save up some equipment before going out.
After all, there were Red Brotherhood members everywhere outside, and Leon felt that in his current situation, he should have opened full damage and faced life without saving...
In Pendor, it is impossible to go out alone with 149% total damage, not to mention that you are being chased by others.
Besides, games are games, and you can’t die in games...Reality is much more cruel than games...
It’s safer to be a little more cautious.
Fortunately, with constant practice, proficiency improves very quickly, although this Mount and Blade system is only half - basic attributes such as strength and intelligence cannot be seen, and only some personal skills can be added.
However, you can still accumulate usable skill points during training, and Leon added them to Iron Bones and Powerful Strike.
7 Strong Strikes, 7 Iron Bones, and his rapidly increasing proficiency allow him to frequently participate in fake matches to earn extra money and get himself some self-defense equipment.
It also earned him a great reputation in the arena—a reputation known only to those within the arena as the "master of the game."
Whether it was the monthly competitions or the daily sword fights, he never tried to win the championship; he only cared about making money.
The prize money for the champion is not higher than that for a fixed match, and the champion is too easy to be targeted - for someone who is avoiding being hunted down, being famous is not a good thing.
However, half a year later, Leon, who had accumulated enough equipment, also planned to leave the Fog City. The Fog City was too chaotic. Firdsvain was originally a country jointly established by pirates, smugglers, and slave traders. It was the paradise of the Red Brotherhood.
And this time, the two countries jointly organized a competition, and the villains of the Red Brotherhood were temporarily expelled. This was a good opportunity to make a quick buck and leave.
Of course, Le Ang also wanted the Pioneer Baron Certificate, but after living in this land for half a year, he already understood that even if he got the certificate, it would be difficult for him to keep it, and it would only bring him more enemies.
Unless you have a strong enough army.
At any time and in any place, truth and morality only exist in the barrel of a gun.
In the arena, horns sounded.
The red Fierce Lion flag and the green Giant Bear flag were raised together, and eight contestants entered the arena.
The first group of games began.
The game was divided into four teams wearing different colored protective gear, with two people in each team.
The winning team will advance to the semi-finals, then fight each other , and the winner will advance to the finals.
The other eight people in the second group will use the same method to decide another contestant who will enter the finals.
Such a competition system is obviously providing convenience for some big shots who have paid money.
Li Ang's teammate is of course Forcher.
Since it was a joint competition with the Kingdom of Sarleon, the event used lances favored by the nobles of the Kingdom of Sarleon.
The contestants were all equipped the same: ordinary horses, standard lances and hatchets provided by the arena, which were the weapons that the Sarleon Kingdom and the Firdsvain were good at respectively.
This is also what Li Ang is good at.
But when Li Ang entered the arena holding a lance, his face was expressionless and veins were throbbing on his forehead.
Because of Forcher... before entering the arena, he tested the weight of the lance and tried to stab it, but he almost sprained his waist, so he had to switch directly to a shield axe.
Li Ang sighed deeply and curled his lips secretly. This wooden lance for competition weighed only five kilograms, and most people could use it...
Apparently, Forcher was not one of the "majority of people". Compared to the sturdy and strong Leon, this young man looked frail, his white fat body did not bring him much strength, and it seemed that even holding up the shield with one hand was a bit difficult.
He was in good spirits and planned to charge forward as soon as he saw his opponent.
Li Ang suppressed the urge to curse. Looking at Forcher's shaky riding posture, he knew that if he really went up, he would most likely be killed in one blow.
But this guy just doesn't know his own weight.
Although wooden spears were used in this competition, danger still existed. In fact, people often died in the arena, especially when using lances.
After all, there is a well-known saying in Pendor - all are equal under the lance...
There are only two ways to be eliminated in competitive games: either dropping your weapon and surrendering, or being beaten to the point of losing your combat effectiveness.
And this illegitimate child doesn't look like the kind of smart person who would surrender rationally.
My asking price is still too low. This is much more difficult than I thought...
So Li Ang held his lance horizontally and stopped Forcher: "Don't move yet, wait until they start fighting first!"
As he spoke, he took a few steps back, holding Foucher's reins, intending to avoid the sight of the opposing groups of opponents.
Foucher was somewhat dissatisfied and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Are you scared, bastard! You are actually scared!"
Li Ang almost stabbed the ungrateful guy with his gun, but he held back for the sake of Dinar: "You need some tactics, Mr. Forcher! Real masters win the game with wisdom... Only wild boars will charge at anyone they see."
Forcher also stopped, probably thinking that he couldn't be a wild boar at least. He looked at the opposite side and asked Leon: "So, what is your tactics?"
"The tactics are... you hide under the Fierce Lion flag first, and I'll charge over and kill one or two first..." Li Ang stared at the opposite side of the arena, but found that other players were already fighting each other. The tactics naturally changed rapidly with the battlefield, and now it was time to charge.
Forcher stared at Leon and rolled his eyes: "Okay, Mr. Wild Boar, I'll watch your performance..."
After being blocked for a while, Forcher's blood probably cooled down. He muttered some uncivilized words and moved to the edge of the arena under the red-bottomed golden lion flag.
Riding on a horse that was just about the same height as the flag, wearing red protective gear and with blond hair and a golden beard, Forcher instantly had a layer of protective color, and if you didn't look carefully, you would hardly notice him.
That’s right, only when the employer is not a bad person can you make money with peace of mind.
Li Ang circled back, and after his horse picked up speed, he raised his lance and rushed towards the battlefield where shouts were heard constantly.
The sound of wind whistled past his ears, and Leon had already rushed across half the court. One of the people in the melee spotted him and raised his shield to meet him.
The opponent's speed was not enough, but his spear was obviously retracted, and it seemed that he was going to face off against the opponent in accuracy.
But Li Ang did not intend to risk his life. He led his horse to a different direction, bypassing the man, and rushed directly into the crowd in the melee with his spear held high.
His real target now had his back to him.
"Boom..."
After a terrible muffled sound, an unlucky guy was thrown off his horse and fell to the ground unconscious.
The lance charge hit the guy right in the back, and it was obvious that he was out of the game.
The audience cheered loudly. The nobles loved this kind of violent scene the most.
