"How...how lonely it is to be invincible..."

Seeing that everything was going well, Li Ang went downstairs humming a song, the semi-finals were about to begin.

The format of the semi-finals is foot combat and two-handed sword confrontation.

On the one hand, this can increase the viewing pleasure, but on the other hand - the fat boss probably considered that Faucher's poor riding skills and strength were obviously not suitable for a lance duel.

Just like Li Ang said, what if he falls off his horse?

But what is unexpected is that in this semi-final, which everyone thought would be unsurprising, something went unexpectedly wrong.

Faucher originally acted very bravely, charging towards him with his two-handed sword and slashing at random, while Li Ang also cooperated by blocking on the left and right, as if he was retreating steadily.

But unfortunately, in the last game, the horse that was stabbed by Li Ang dug a hole before falling to the ground, causing Faucher to miss the mark and twist to the ground...

What's even more unfortunate is that when Faucher stepped into the air, he happened to be performing a full-strength slashing action. As a result, not only Li Ang, but also the audience who were closer to the sidelines heard a crisp "bang" sound.

Then, Faucher dropped his sword, hugged his feet and cried in pain...

At this time, it was useless for Li Ang to fight and lose, because the only weapon in this game was the two-handed sword.

In any battle or competition, throwing down all weapons has only one meaning - to admit defeat.

The entire audience, including the Duke and the fat boss in the box, as well as Li Ang himself, remained motionless, staring at this strange scene in stunned silence.

It wasn't until the attendants came in and carried Faucher away who couldn't stand up that the fat boss announced with a sad face that Li Ang had been promoted.

"My dinar..."

Li Ang didn't feel the joy of a winner at all, and there was a cry in his throat that would make a devil's heart tremble. He just felt that countless small coins had grown wings and left him, and together with Alice, they flew into the distance.

"Well, I can't blame you...who knew something like this would happen..." The fat boss was also very frustrated. As the undertaker, he would obviously lose countless small sums of money, and he would also have to bear the wrath of the Duke of Alma.

Fortunately, the Duke of Alma is the Duke of the Lion Kingdom, so it will not determine the life or death of him, a businessman from Fieldsway.

"If I win the championship, can I return the pioneer baron certificate to the Duke of Alma?" Li Ang was thinking about how not to anger a powerful prince.

The fat boss shook his head: "This is a reward issued by the House of Lords on behalf of the king. How can it be given to others casually? Besides, Faucher's leg is twisted. There is no point in getting a pioneer certificate for a cripple. The Duke of Alma has also left.

Already."

Li Ang shook his head and looked at the fat boss: "Forget it, bet on me to win the championship... bet as much as you can!"

The fat boss stared at Li Ang: "The opponent in the final is Lord Lehman of the Lion Kingdom, the famous Mad Lion Knight in the whole continent! Now that there is no agreement with Master Faucher, Sir Lehman will definitely go all out...and...

"

"And what?"

The fat boss sighed heavily: "The Duke of Alma requested that the final be changed to a costume duel, and that he must use his own equipment to fight. There is nothing to say about your skill, but the equipment of the Wild Lion Knight is much better than yours... This is not

It’s competition, but fighting, and you might get killed.”

Li Ang gritted his teeth and thought about the small amount of money he had lost. If he could not win this game, all his previous bets and all his savings would be in vain.

Moreover, according to the habits of these nobles, as long as they fail to achieve their goals, they are already considered sinners.

Judging from the bad temper of the illegitimate young master, he must have been angered.

The Duke of Alma himself will probably not come forward in person, but those lickers who plan to curry favor with the Duke will definitely try their best to kill themselves!

And when the Duke of Alma asked for a duel in disguise, he was planning to kill himself...

So now we can only win the championship!

Get the pioneer baron certificate, and before the danger comes, quickly run to Lion City to complete the registration and obtain the status of pioneer lord.

The status of reserve baron can block the danger on the surface. Nobles will not kill people openly, but will only do evil things secretly.

As for the secret... let's talk about it again - although the car may not necessarily have a road to the front of the mountain, at least it must be faced first.

"Do you really want to buy yourself a win?" The fat boss felt that he had to re-examine this young man again.

Li Ang nodded: "I can still spend 500 dinars. My odds should be very high this time, right?"

The fat boss nodded: "You pay five to one, not many people think highly of you... Li Ang, no matter you win or lose, you have to leave here, be careful all the way."

Li Ang took a deep look at the fat boss, stepped forward and hugged his round belly: "Thank you for taking care of you these six months, Andrew. In return, I should help you solve some problems... If I win, the money I win will be

It's all yours, just give me the group of Mettenheim prisoners of war and Alice, and treat them as if I bought them."

"...Those guys are serious Mettenheim swordsmen! They are worth much more than this money!"

The fat boss was obviously unhappy.

"But you can't control those Mettenheimers, can you? Rather than letting them waste food, you might as well sell it to me."

That group of swordsmen from Mettenheim were very powerful. A dozen fellows gathered together to hug them. Boss Andrew had nothing to do with them - these guys were attacked by pirates at sea and were captured after falling into the sea.

He is not afraid of death and refuses to do anything after being sold to the arena.

As a result, Boss Andrew could only watch these strong men lying around all day long, without food and drink, and they would make trouble - the arena would not be able to handle these guys for a while, and a lot of manpower had been lost for this.

"Okay... I hope you can win."

Andrew thought about it, struggled for a while, and finally agreed.

…

When the final horn sounded, Li Ang once again put on his chainmail face-covering helmet.

He was wearing a fairly good set of light chain armor, which he had acquired in exchange for a costly failure a month ago.

He held an old knight's sword in his left hand - it was a relic of the original owner's father, and the coat of arms on the hilt had been smoothed.

But he did not hold a shield, and held an ordinary lengthened lance in his right hand.

The mount is a common black traveling horse.

His opponent, Sir Lehman, had silver plate armor all over his body, and the full set of equipment of the Knights of the Lion was far beyond that of ordinary warriors. There were long red tassels on his helmet, indicating that he was an undefeated knight.

The lion steel shield and heavy lance in his hands are very intimidating, and he also carries a giant silver-plated broadsword on his back. Just looking at the appearance makes him feel murderous.

The horse is also covered in heavy armor, covering its entire body. The wild lion emblem on the horse armor and coat is intimidating.

The equipment gap is too big, no matter how you look at it, it is a one-sided competition.

But Li Ang didn't feel like he had no chance of winning.
Chapter completed!