Chapter 169 Arena Fighting Skills

In order to provide a suitable venue for the tourney, the Moscow racecourse has now been turned into the venue for the tourney.

In order to accommodate more spectators, the prince specially raised the stands and set up special aristocratic boxes for dignitaries.

The martial arts competition has started for a few days, and it is still in the stage of elimination through auditions. After all, there are two hundred contestants alone, and the number is still increasing.

The prince of Moscow has set up generous rewards. If you reach the top three, you can get a large amount of gold and silver. If you are willing, you can also be granted land and become a lord.

This makes countless people yearn for it. Many farmers, citizens and even tribesmen participate. As for wandering warriors and mercenaries, there are countless people. The opportunity to rise in class is right in front of them.

Moreover, Rostislav was unwilling to use simple and crude group competitions to quickly end the competition. If there was no one-on-one competition, how could he open a gambling game to make money, and how could he extend the duration of the competition.

The one-on-one competition in Moscow is not limited to equipment. The main form is a back-and-forth foot battle, which allows both players to control their strength and avoid heavy casualties.

After all, cavalry warfare is not the mainstream in the north. The prince made such a decision to adapt to the environment, otherwise he would definitely engage in cavalry warfare.

Such a long game naturally costs money, but the Prince of Moscow understands that the money spent now is to prepare for winning more in the future.

Of course, there are also group competitions that make the audience's blood boil with excitement and climax, and there must be at least one every day.

The participants are all the most desperate outlaws. Group competition is the closest form of fighting to the battlefield. There are no restrictions on the weapons of the participants. Basically, any kind of bloody situation may occur.

It would be much more bloody and risky than a one-on-one duel. At least dozens of bones, big and small, would have to be broken, and at most, several corpses would have to be broken. In order to avoid permanent casualties as much as possible, Rostislav used his

Persian doctors were sent to provide free medical care to the players.

The most mild event is the archery event, which is also the last event of this tournament. In order to increase the fun, Rostislav not only set up fixed targets, but also moving targets. The prince of Moscow hopes to select some outstanding archers through this event.

The racetrack casino has been making a lot of money recently. Faced with such a grand competition, whether ordinary people or nobles and wealthy businessmen, their desire to place bets is very strong.

Therefore, scenes of sudden wealth and instant poverty are staged every day in the racecourse casino. This undoubtedly arouses people's nerves more and more, and also makes the atmosphere more enthusiastic. Looking at the rising financial statements, Rostislav is happy every day.

hehe.

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The clash of swords made a crisp sound, and the warriors' war cries made the atmosphere even more heated. Hormones were surging crazily, inspiring every warrior's will to fight.

Every time someone on the field was knocked down, the cheers became stronger, and there were also people cursing under the grand voice, because someone in the team he was betting on was knocked down.

Vendors are scattered among the crowd, selling kvass and various snacks, and there are also casino personnel encouraging the audience to place bets. In order to facilitate the audience to place bets, the casino has many clerks to help people place bets.

"This scene reminds me of the Colosseum in Rome. I wonder if my little one can compare to one-tenth of that arena."

In the prince's box, Rostislav, who was sitting on a recliner, put expensive walnuts into his mouth and asked the people around him.

On the prince's left hand was a spotless fruit plate, filled with preserved fruits and nuts, all of which were very rare in the north.

The laziness of Rostislav lying on the chair is quite like that of a Roman aristocrat. If he were in Rome or Constantinople, this would probably be criticized as decadence, but this is Northeastern Rus.

Today, the prince is not accompanied by his personal soldiers and personal entourage, but by soldiers equipped with crossbows. These civilians are now wearing chainmail, wearing pointed helmets, holding crossbows in their hands, and watching everything around them vigilantly.

"Are you testing my history? Lord Rostislav. The Colosseum in Rome can accommodate fifty thousand spectators, but you... I don't think I need to say more."

The man being questioned by the prince had a Middle Eastern beard and a Persian face, but the cross on his Persian armor showed his Christian identity.

He has the aura of a man who has been in a high position for a long time, which shows that his origin is not simple, and the Persian armor makes him look more majestic.

"And if you hold this kind of competition, it's hard not to remind people of the fallen Roman emperors."

The man's eyes narrowed when he said this.

"I did not feed Christians to the lions, nor did I let the poor fight among themselves."

Rostislav completely dismissed the potential moral criticism. When his teacher scolded him, it was much more severe than this, and he still resisted it.

Many of the moral teachers in the church scolded him for this. Unfortunately, this was Ross. This group of people didn't even need to be suppressed by the prince. The militants within the church suppressed them. Now there are several people fighting in the crowd below.

A priest.

"Anwar Faris Noor, I hope your governance level is as good as your religious knowledge. That guy Abdul has praised you to the sky, so don't live up to his praise."

Rostislav looked at this Persian, who once served as a high-ranking official under a Persian warlord and was also a rare Persian Orthodox Christian.

After the death of his warlord, the man was captured as a slave, purchased by Abdul, and given as a gift to Rostislav.

The Prince of Moscow valued this slave very much. This was the best slave Abdul had sent to him, and it was also the kind of talent he needed most.

The Prince of Moscow immediately gave this man good treatment, but he still had to talk to him first to find out whether he could be trusted and to test his abilities.

"My master, I will naturally try my best to serve you. However, I am not only good at books, but also good at swords and guns. If you allow me, I will be happy to show you my martial arts."

The Persian's words were full of confidence, and then he looked at the battle below. The battle had come to an end.

Broken shields and broken weapons were everywhere. Several people were lying there without knowing whether they were alive or dead. The fine sand on the field was covered with blood. The staff were helping or carrying the failed players out of the field. There were still three people standing on the field.

They were the strong ones who stood to the end of this round.

Now they are enjoying the cheers of the crowd because they are on the same team, which means they are the winners.

"Oh? Then you can try it."

The waiter brought Bulgar wine, and Rostislav took it and drank it in one gulp.

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Chapter completed!