These muscular men come from a distant land covered with volcanoes - Mettenheim.

It was a former colony of the Buckley Empire. It became a famous 'mercenary camp' after Count Mettenheim led the army to resist the war and gained independence a hundred years ago.

There are a lot of Mettenheim mercenaries who come to Pendor to make a living. They rarely use shields and prefer to fight on foot with two-handed heavy swords.

They don't ride horses. There are rumors that this is because the horse's face reminds them of their yellow-faced woman, but in fact it is because the rugged terrain of Mettenheim is not suitable for riding horses or forming cavalry regiments, so they don't know how to ride.

Since the country is dotted with volcanoes and iron mines, Mettenheim's metallurgical technology is quite advanced, and the heavy armor and two-handed swords they forge are top-notch products wherever they are placed.

But in the eyes of the nobles of the Pendor continent, the Mettenheimers are still just a group of barbarians - although they are brave and fearless as mercenaries, these tall rough men who fight on foot do not fit in with Pendor's knightly aesthetics.

At this moment, these dozen strong men were all staring at the black-haired young man in front of them, with contempt and ridicule in their eyes.

Li Ang is 1.8 meters tall. The past six months of training have given him strong muscles. He is already an outstanding hunk in Pande. But standing in front of this group of strong men, it is like a small geese sneaking in next to a group of big geese.

Chicken.

"Guys, you are my people now." Li raised the parchment in his hand: "Who is your leader?"

This group of strong men acted as if they had not heard anything, and the mocking look in their eyes became even more obvious.

"Aha? No one can talk? It seems that you prefer to be slaves rather than real warriors..." Li Ang didn't want to waste any time, and directly greeted Andrew outside the door: "Let's go, lock the door, and look for someone later.

If the lady sells them, she will definitely get a good price..."

A man from Mettenheim pushed aside his companions, stood up, and stared at Li Ang fiercely.

Compared to the other big men, this man was not too tall. He was about 1.9 meters tall, so he was considered short among the Mettenheimers.

But the muscles on his body were so surging, which made Li Ang, who was originally considered strong, look very thin at this time.

This macho man is probably twice as heavy as Li Ang, but his walking posture does not appear bulky, but rather light. He is obviously a master who balances strength and flexibility well.

"What kind of warriors do we want to be? If we fight as mercenaries, we will die without complaint. But if we go to the arena to fight wild beasts and let others enjoy themselves, we would rather die."

There was a scar on his forehead that cut diagonally across half of his face. His voice was as harsh as metal friction, but extremely clear, which was in line with the characteristics of a grassroots captain who often gave orders on the battlefield.

This is obviously the leader of this group of people.

Well, if you can still be reasonable, then that's easy. And if you have a sense of honor, that's even better.

"I bought you, of course, so that you can fight for me as mercenaries. I will even pay you for it - of course, it may be slightly lower than the market price until the cost of buying you is recovered."

Li Ang stared into this man's eyes and said seriously.

Scarface also stared into Li Ang's eyes and listened carefully, nodding: "Of course you can be a mercenary. As long as you have food to eat, it doesn't matter what the remuneration is... But I can't let my brothers fall into a fatal battle again - I don't

Once again, you'll have them following a coward who's not worth relying on. Unless you can prove your worth, Buckley."

It seems that this group of people once followed an unreliable employer, which led them to this situation. Moreover, their country's history caused them to have no good impression of the Buckley people.

Li Ang thought for a moment and looked at the scarred face: "Who is the most skilled among you? We can decide in a fairer way."

Scarface remained expressionless: "A fair way? What do you mean?"

Li Ang grinned: "Swordsmanship. Let the two-handed swordsmen of you Mettenheimers decide. If I win, you will follow me and swear allegiance. If I lose, then I will let you go and give it to you."

Freedom, how?

Scarface grinned and smiled, and the coldness in his eyes receded a lot: "Good idea... There are not many mainlanders who can compete with the great swordsman of Mettenheim with two-handed swords..."

Li Ang turned to look at Andrew outside the door: "Do me a favor and find some two-handed swords."

The most indispensable thing in the arena is weapons. Although they are all crudely made goods, most of them are very strong and durable, and are more than enough for martial arts competitions.

Not long after, several boys came over carrying several weapons.

Scarface bumped them one by one with his hands, selected one of suitable weight, nodded towards Li Ang, raised his sword and made a swordsman's salute: "Mettenheim Great Swordsman, Klose."

"Leon, from Buckley."

Li Ang didn't even choose, he picked up a sword and saluted to indicate that he was ready.

In fact, Li Ang was already secretly happy. This guy was actually a great swordsman. He was a real elite!

The room was very spacious, and a large sword could be used. A group of people stood in a circle at a distance, leaving the open space in the middle for the two people who were about to compete.

The two stood opposite each other, about five steps apart, lowering their center of gravity at the same time, holding swords in both hands and pointing diagonally at the ground beside them.

Then he took a step forward at the same time, blocking the distance.

Klose raised his sword and stabbed lightly to test, but Li Ang didn't blink and allowed the sword to stab his eyes, and then watched Klose take it back like lightning.

This was Klose's feint to attract him to take action, but Li Ang did not take the opportunity to take action. Instead, he firmly stuck his position and moved forward half a step.

He is much shorter than his opponent, and his wingspan is shorter than Klose's, so he has to keep the distance relatively close first.

Klose also took half a step back. He was an experienced swordsman. The scar on his forehead that penetrated his face diagonally but was not fatal also proved that he was a master who was good at taking advantage of his body.

But after retreating, Li Ang leaned forward very suddenly, swung his sword with his backhand to block Klose's block, and then got close to within one step - this was no longer a distance suitable for using a big sword, but it was better to use a dagger.

very suitable.

Klose could no longer distance himself, because the two swords were crossing their sides and wrestling with each other. This happened to be an awkward position where neither of them could use their strength. Whoever backed down would lose the opportunity.

But Li Ang suddenly turned sideways and raised his hands. After a short but heart-wrenching sound of the blade rubbing, the sword hilt accurately hit Klose's chin.

All this happened in a flash of lightning. Andrew, who was standing a little further away, didn't even see the movements of the two people clearly. He only saw that Klose was knocked back a few steps as soon as they made contact.
Chapter completed!