[You succeed in encouraging the team, the audience's enthusiasm increases, and the team's morale increases]

Chains are the symbol of prisoners, for those talented violent men to imagine.

Adam was very gorgeous when he was thrown. Many opponents passing by were smashed by themselves after they were wiped out their weapons.

He closed his hands and slammed it. As long as he relied on the data of [Two-hand Weapon 102], he could use the terrifying power of a mace to knock the chain out.

Prisoners often stop in the battle and cast shocking eyes here.

Only Luca was the most calm. After all, he had experienced the feeling of being beaten by a wooden stick to lead the team.

"Continue, gentlemen."

While Adam said this, his right hand was straight, and the sword stretched out, gently slashing his opponent's throat.

The audience on the sidelines were almost shouting, and the violent feast stimulated their nerves. Several of them squeezed through the guardrail and fell to death on the spot.

In this deaf noise, not many prisoners on the field were ignited with passion. On the contrary, Adam's every move was chilling.

The fighters subconsciously stayed away from him, but no matter where they were...

The slight sound of the bone shattering, the delicate touch of the sword blade shattering the skin, and the different movements and movements of the iron chain hitting the shield or the human body - will all be clearly transmitted to the mind.

【Death Fight Prisoner】

【Attitude: Awe】

"very good."

Adam could feel the change in his teammates' mentality, and he wanted to put pressure on them in this way.

Make it forget the audience who cried and howled, bet money and bet, and concentrate on the fight.

Only by respecting yourself and life can you gain strength from weapons.

【Remaining Enemies: 7】

Looking around, the opponent would rather face several sieges than approach him.

Adam seized the opportunity and rushed to save the teammates.

He grabbed a chain, straightened it, blocked the hammer, cleverly removed the force, hooked the weapon, and swung it up and smashed it into the other person's cheek.

【Remaining Enemies: 6】

"What are you looking at? I can't let you survive..."

Adam grabbed the filthy [rusty short-handled hammer], squinted his eyes, walked up in the terrified expression of tears, and stuffed it into the other party's hands.

When I was free, I slapped him in the face.

"Are you better?"

The man breathed rapidly, nodded dullly to the extremely impactful corpse in front of him, swallowed his saliva, and tried hard to soothe his heart.

Adam used his long sword to lift his teammate's arms and spoke coldly.

"Hold it and let this thing take you alive. If it falls to the ground, I will kill you with my sword."

The arm shook and clenched the shaking nail hammer.

The teammates ran away with tears in their eyes, as if the poor man who was oppressed to collapse had picked up his weapon and rushed forward. Tears and saliva were pouring freely in the roaring sounds.

【Remaining Enemies: 5】

"Good boy,"

Adam stood in the middle of the field, hooking his sword tail with one finger.

“Is anyone else who needs some encouragement?”

He walked leisurely like a cold officer on the school ground, his screams even faintly overwhelmed the cheers.

The teammates seemed to work harder. They were originally concerned about certain wounds or the cheap friendship that they used to drink with their classmates, but now they completely ignore the audience outside the court.

Under the stands, a man was infected by the scene, his face was red and he couldn't get rid of it. He tore his clothes and grabbed them in his hand and waved them, and pushed them over the fence.

Arnold narrowed his eyes and watched the arm break between the wood, and then the other people shouted, and the guards pushed the crowd away and rushed over.

Looking up at the surroundings, the scene was already difficult to control, and many troops began to intervene and occupy various crowded areas.

Najiya once told him: There is too little entertainment for the residents in the city. If this situation is not improved, the distorted entertainment of blood and tears and carnal sensuality will become more and more serious.

Called Duheng, he asked.

"name."

“Adam White.”

Arnold thought for a moment and determined that there was no similar information among the vassals of the Kingdom and the famous warlords.

"Where is the last name of Bai?"

"I don't know, he shouldn't be a Hangner, he has a bad accent, he is said to be a wandering mercenary."

Duheng stood behind him and looked at the young man on the scene who was shaking the chains and turning a blind eye to the thousands of viewers around him, telling him everything he knew about Adam.

"How long has he been with these scumbags?"

"Two days."

“Oh~”

Arnold raised the corner of his mouth, smiled quite playful, leaning down lazily, kneading and rubbing the green date that had bit off half of it on his fingertips.

...

【The 3 enemies kneel down and surrender, you can choose to forgive in exchange for the other party’s gratitude.】

"what to do?"

The prisoners gather here, surrounding the surrenders, waiting for the leader to make a decision.

"I am paying the price for my choice at this moment."

Adam laughed bitterly, and the chains in his hand swayed a few times.

"So I never feel sorry for those who chose the wrong person, let alone twice."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

The prisoners turned their eyes to Luca again, and this man followed Adam, must have understood the profound meaning of this statement.

Luca lowered her eyes, raised her hand and swept her neck without making a sound.

Deadly silent, hesitant, swinging the knife.

Beg for mercy, blood, boiling.

The prisoners suddenly realized how pale and powerless the audience's shouts were. If they fell to the ground today and were cut open in pieces, they would still be excited.

This is not glory, nor survival, and even a slack of life is not counted.

The sun shines on them, the dungeon time is too long, and the distant life and the sun in this cool season seem to be like a dream.

[The battle ends, the surrender dies, the team is killed: None]

[Audience enthusiasm increases, team morale declines, prisoner loyalty increases]

【Get reputation: 107】

【Competitive bet share: None】

Adam returned the steel sword and dragged the chains into the passage.

Luca did the same.

The winners formed a queue, threw their weapons on the ground, did not raise their hands to greet the praise, and they all turned their backs to cheer and followed.

At this moment, they were looking forward to Adam's praise.

...

The night banquet was held in the lobby of Lord Arnold's mansion. The competitive conference lasted for three consecutive days, so every night it was given the nobles' opportunities and places to chat and communicate.

It is said that Lord Cathy and her Anton Wisson cavalry were not present.

Duheng left the field early and walked to the dungeon. When he looked up, he saw a fire igniting in the open space in front of the prison door.

He leaned closer and carefully identified and found that more than a dozen corpses were gradually charred in them.

The dungeon skylight fence kept floating out of smoke, melting into the night intermittently. The two guard cavalry and several of their subordinates all had complicated expressions.

When he came downstairs and saw the suckling pig sizzling oil in the middle of the aisle, he was in a very wonderful mood.

Duheng took the bottle and walked carefully through the charcoal fire.

I found that the prisoners who were fearless during the day were quietly staying in the room, and many were praying simply.

There were still cries, and the scene was very strange.

"The prisoner's food is almost as good as the lord's banquet."

bite!
To be continued...