Sir Lehman was obviously a neat person. He started charging as soon as he came on the stage, and his speed became faster and faster. The long tassel on his head fluttered backwards as he charged, and the armored cavalry came towards him, bringing a permeating sense of oppression.

Li Ang accelerated his horse diagonally, got out of the way of Lehman's charge, and started to circle.

Between light armor and heavy armor, the difference in weight, potential energy, and defense power between the two sides is too great. Hedging is equal to death.

He could only rely on his light equipment, light load, and agile horses to constantly avoid Lehman's aggressive charges and thrusts.

The two horses began to chase each other and escape. When they occasionally approached each other, their relative speeds were not too fast. The spears that were thrust at them were all blocked by Li Ang accurately with his sword and spear.

Li Ang successfully blocked again and again, making Sir Lehman realize that this young man had superb skills, and he had to sprint with a heavy gun at a high speed in order to defeat the cleverness with force.

As a result, Lehman charged at full speed again and again. The lance supported by high speed could not be blocked and could only be dodged.

After one thrilling dodge after another, Li Ang finally heard Rayman's horse begin to breathe heavily.

He began to consciously distance himself from Lehman, leaned down slightly, and raised his lance as an invitation to fight.

This is an invitation to a knight's duel!

The stands that were originally filled with boos finally burst into applause. It seems that this slippery young man is finally going to face off!

Lehman charged forward again, and Li Ang led the horse slightly diagonally, maintaining a slight angle and charging towards him.

He didn't want to repeat the same trick. Lehman's war horse was wearing heavy armor and was not that easy to break.

He just wants both sides to be on Lehman's backhand position when the two horses cross.

——This is a backhand position for two people holding guns with their right hands. It is easier to maintain balance when holding a gun with a backhand. This is a normal way of dueling.

But at this moment, Li Ang suddenly bit the sword in his left hand and handed the lance to his left hand!

He doesn't hold a shield, so it's easy to change hands...

Moreover, he controlled the path of the two horses within a distance that could not be reached with a backhand stab!

Just a little distance makes you grow stronger and stronger!

The expression on Lehman's face was wonderful! He didn't expect his opponent to be able to do this. Looking at the stability of the gun tip, it was obvious that Li Ang was also good with a gun with his left hand.

That's for sure, after all, the more than 500 proficiency levels don't distinguish between left and right hands...

But Sir Lehman was not left-handed, so he could not switch hands to fight. He could only keep the horses as close to Leon's route as possible.

However, the war horse, which had been sprinting for several rounds in pursuit and escape circles, was already tired and could not react so quickly...

Moreover, in this kind of high-speed hedging, the two sides get close to each other only in an instant.

Li Ang's left lance has been tilted out.

Rayman knew that he couldn't stab Li Ang with his backhand at this distance, so he simply raised his shield to protect his head and planned to carry it over.

But to his surprise, the lance did not hit the shield, but hit him in the abdomen, and there was an obvious upward movement!

"Boom!"

"Low...Low..."

A huge crackling sound of lances was heard, followed by the sound of heavy iron cans and weapons falling to the ground.

Sir Lehman was knocked off his horse by a shot, but the armor's defense was really good. Except for a slight dent in his abdomen, no other external injuries were seen.

The moment the lance broke apart, Li Ang let go and threw away the lance, took off the sword in his mouth, and began to turn around.

He didn't choose to attack his opponent's fully defensive face, he just wanted to knock his opponent off his horse.

If you fall off a horse while wearing 70 to 80 kilograms of plate armor, it is almost impossible to get back on the horse without help. And the damage may be higher than cutting the opponent several times by yourself...

Li Ang's equipment is okay against light armor, but against the plate armor of the Mad Lion Knight, the long sword and wooden gun are basically only enough for scraping.

So Lehman, who was knocked off his horse, did not admit defeat.

He groaned and got up, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, took off the two-handed sword on his back, and assumed a fighting stance again.

But Li Ang had already turned around on his horse and made a circle. He leaned over and picked it lightly with his sword. Just a few steps away from Lehman, he picked the lance that Lehman had dropped into his hand...

This was obviously premeditated!

Sir Lehman shook his head, smiled bitterly, and coughed crazily.

After coughing up a mouthful of bloody phlegm, he dropped the giant sword, took off his helmet and slowly walked out of the field.

Jazz surrendered!

The entire audience was noisy. They seemed to be even more unable to accept this fact than Sir Lehman.

This mad lion knight, who has gone through hundreds of battles without a single defeat, actually gave in?

Sir Lehman knows his stuff. After his opponent got his lance, although he was unwilling to do so, he had no choice but to admit defeat.

Wearing heavy armor and fighting on foot, it was difficult to avoid a lance charge, not to mention that he did suffer some internal injuries when he fell off the horse.

His own heavy lance is not a one-time consumable item like Li Ang's that breaks with a poke, but a tough battlefield gun. Even if he wears the toughest plate armor, he will die if he hits...

The entire audience watched Lehman walk out of the stadium in silence. But soon, applause and boos broke out together.

Obviously, the drama of David defeating Goliath satisfied the audience's mentality, but the losing bet also made them angry...

This seems to be a final that most people are not happy with.

Li Ang, who won the championship, was not happy at all.

He really doesn't want to win the championship.

Because after winning the championship, he must show his face in front of everyone. His black hair and black eyes are very eye-catching in Pende, and the eyes of the Red Brotherhood must have discovered him.

Besides, there is no prize money for the champion this time.

Moreover, he has to go to the House of Lords of Lion City in the center of the continent to cash in on the rewards of this game - only after registering with a pioneering baron certificate can he become a pioneering lord to be inspected.

Traveling thousands of kilometers would be very dangerous.

…

Outside the cell on the bottom floor of the arena, the fat boss Andrew handed a parchment into Li Ang's hand.

"Those Mettenheimers are inside, and they are not easy to control..."

Li Ang nodded and entered. He urgently needs some soldiers now.

This was originally a place where gladiatorial slaves were kept, and the heavy door was extremely strong.

There were more than a dozen shirtless muscular men inside, with an average height of nearly two meters.

Andrew bought them originally with the intention of making them a cash cow for the arena. Unfortunately, these strong men were not very obedient and were very active in eating, but never got anything done.

Andrew sent someone to teach him a lesson, but he ended up losing a lot of his thugs.

I planned to starve them a few times, but these guys ate all the lions and alligators in the arena...

Now it seems that those lions and crocodiles have brought them sufficient nutrition, and all of them still look like macho men with big shoulders, round waists and muscular bodies.

At this moment, these tough men were sitting or standing close together, looking like a mountain of meat.
Chapter completed!