Chapter 5 I Really Don’t Want to Win
Sir Rayman was obviously a man of quick action. He started charging as soon as he entered the battlefield, his speed increasing. The long tassel on his head fluttered backwards as he charged, and the armored cavalry came towards him, bringing a creepy sense of oppression.
Leon sped up his horse diagonally, dodged Lehman's charge, and began to circle.
Light armor versus heavy armor, the difference in weight, potential energy, and defense between the two sides is too great, and a collision is tantamount to suicide.
He could only rely on the light equipment, light weight and agile horse to constantly dodge Leiman's aggressive charges.
The two horses began to chase each other, and occasionally when they approached each other, their relative speeds were not too fast. The spears that were stabbed at them were accurately blocked by Li Ang with his sword and spear tips.
Leon's successful blocking time and time again made Sir Lehman realize that this young man possessed superb skills, and he must increase his speed and sprint with his heavy gun in order to break his skill with force.
So, Lehman charged at full speed again and again. The lance at high speed could not be blocked, so he could only dodge.
After dodging again and again, Leon finally heard Leiman's horse begin to breathe heavily.
He began to consciously distance himself from Leiman, leaned down slightly, raised his lance and made a gesture of inviting Leiman to fight.
This is an invitation to a knight duel!
Applause finally broke out from the stands that had been filled with boos. It seemed that this slippery young man was finally going to face off head-on!
Leiman rushed towards him again, but Leon tilted his horse slightly and rushed forward at a slight angle.
He didn't want to use the same trick again. Leiman's horse was wearing heavy armor, which was not so easy to break.
He just wanted both sides to be in Lehman's backhand position when the two horses crossed .
——This is a backhand position for both people holding the gun in their right hands. It is easier to keep balance by holding the gun in the backhand, which is a normal way of fighting.
But at this moment, Li Ang suddenly bit the sword in his left hand and handed the lance to his left hand!
He didn't hold a shield, so it was easy to switch hands...
Moreover, he controlled the movement paths of the two horses to a distance that was out of reach of his backhand!
It's just a tiny bit of distance, but it really is true that every inch longer is an inch stronger!
The expression on Leiman's face was wonderful! He had never expected his opponent to have this trick. Judging from the stability of the gun tip, it was obvious that Li Ang was also good at using a gun with his left hand.
Of course, after all, the proficiency of more than 500 is not different for the left and right hands...
But Sir Lehman was not left-handed, so he couldn't change hands to fight. He could only let his horse get as close to Leon's route as possible.
However, the warhorse, which had already sprinted in circles for several rounds, was already exhausted and could not react that quickly...
Moreover, with this kind of high-speed collision, the two sides approach each other in a blink of an eye.
Li Ang's left hand lance was already extended at an angle.
Leiman knew that he couldn't stab Leon with his backhand at this distance, so he simply raised his shield to protect his head and tried to get through.
But to his surprise, the lance did not pierce the shield, but hit his abdomen instead, with an obvious upward movement!
“Bang!”
“Ku…Ku…”
There was a loud cracking sound of a huge lance, followed by the sound of heavy iron cans and weapons falling to the ground.
Sir Lehman was stabbed off his horse by a bullet, but the defensive power of his armor was quite good. Apart from a slight dent in his abdomen, there were no other external injuries.
The moment the lance broke, Li Ang let go of the lance, dropped it, took the sword out of his mouth, and began to turn around.
He did not choose to attack his opponent's face while he was defending himself fully, he just wanted to knock his opponent off his horse.
If you fall off a horse wearing 70-80 kg of plate armor, it is almost impossible to get back on without help. And the damage may be greater than if you slashed your opponent a few times...
Leon's equipment was OK against light armor, but facing the Mad Lion Knight's plate armor, his long sword and wooden spear were basically only enough to scratch.
So even though he was knocked off his horse, Lehman did not admit defeat.
He groaned and climbed up, spitting out a mouthful of blood, took off the two-handed sword on his back, and assumed a fighting stance again.
But Leon had already turned his horse around and made a circle. He leaned over and lightly poked the lance that Lehman had dropped with his sword. Just a few steps away from Lehman, he picked it up in his own hand...
This was obviously premeditated!
Sir Rayman shook his head and smiled bitterly, then began to cough madly.
After coughing up a mouthful of bloody phlegm, he threw down his giant sword, took off his helmet, and slowly walked out of the field.
The Jazz gave up!
There was a burst of noise from the audience, and they seemed to be even more unable to accept this fact than Sir Lehman.
This Mad Lion Knight who had fought hundreds of battles and never been defeated actually admitted defeat?
Sir Lehman was a man of discernment. After his opponent got his lance, although he was unwilling, he had no choice but to admit defeat.
It was difficult to avoid a lance charge while fighting on foot in heavy armor, not to mention that he did suffer some internal injuries when he fell off his horse.
His own heavy lance was not a disposable consumable like Leon's that would break with a single poke, but a tough battlefield lance. Even if he was wearing the toughest plate armor, he would die if he was hit...
The whole audience watched Lehman walk out of the venue in complete silence, but soon, applause and boos broke out simultaneously.
Obviously, the David and Goliath drama satisfied the audience, but the loss of the bet also made them angry...
This seems to be a final that most people are not very satisfied with.
Li Ang, who won the championship, was not happy at all.
He really didn't want to win the championship.
Because after winning the championship, he had to show his true face to everyone. His black hair and black eyes were very eye-catching in Pendor, and the Red Brotherhood's spies must have discovered him.
Besides, there is no prize money for the champion this time.
Moreover, he had to go to the Noble House of Sarleon City in the center of the continent to redeem the reward of this competition - after registering with the Pioneer Baron Certificate, he could become a Pioneer Lord to be examined.
This journey is thousands of miles long and may be full of dangers.
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Outside the cell on the bottom floor of the arena, the fat boss Andrew handed a parchment scroll to Leon.
"The Mettenheim people are inside. They are not easy to control..."
Li Ang nodded and walked in. He urgently needed some warriors.
This was originally a place used to imprison gladiator slaves, and the heavy door was extremely sturdy.
There were more than a dozen shirtless strong men inside, with an average height of nearly two meters.
Andrew bought them originally intending to make them cash cows in the arena, but unfortunately these strong men were not very obedient. They were quite active in eating but never did anything.
Andrew sent people to 'teach them a lesson', but ended up losing a lot of thugs.
We planned to starve them for a few meals, but they eating all the lions and alligators in the arena...
It now seems that the lions and crocodiles have provided them with sufficient nutrition, and each of them is still a strong man with broad shoulders, thick waists and well-developed muscles.
At this moment, this group of strong men were sitting or standing close together, looking like a mountain of flesh.
If muscles are a sin, then these people are probably all guilty of a heinous crime.
