Chapter 229: Strike first to gain the upper hand

"Lancelot, why haven't you set off yet?"

The red-robed mage's question brought Lancelot back to reality from the book, and he quickly closed the book.

"Ha, Mr. Harvey, why are you here?"

"The game will start in half an hour. If you don't go, you won't be able to catch up." Harvey said and glanced at the book in Lancelot's hand.

Only then did Lancelot realize that he had been so fascinated that he had lost track of time.

One of the rules of the Black Thorn Tournament is: the party who is late in the match automatically surrenders, and the other party directly wins the duel.

Lancelot could only smile awkwardly, pat his butt and stood up from the ground.

"Sorry, Mr. Harvey, I will rush over right away."

Harvey nodded and silently recited a spell.

Lancelot found that the surrounding environment was like a crushed leaf, beginning to become twisted and chaotic.

The boy wanted to move his legs, but he was stunned when he saw this scene and did not dare to take a step forward rashly.

After about five seconds, everything around him was rearranged and combined into a completely different scene.

Lancelot found that they came to a dark and damp corridor, the walls were covered with unspeakable viscous liquid, and the air exuded an unpleasant smell mixed with the smell of sweat, excrement, and rancidity.

It's the basement of the Blackthorn Arena!

"Go and change your equipment quickly, you don't have much time left."

"Yes, Lord Harvey!"

After Lancelot finished speaking, he ran to the second floor of the basement to change his armor and weapons.

Ten minutes later, Lancelot had blessed himself with more than twenty kinds of buffing magic in strict accordance with a reasonable order. He stood up from the grass, patted the ashes on his butt, and walked towards the direction of the Black Thorn Arena.

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Noon, Blackthorn Arena.

Although it is almost the end of summer, the weather is still unbearably hot. Especially when more than 50,000 spectators gather in the stands of the Blackthorn Arena, both the temperature and the atmosphere are detonated like burning gunpowder.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The audience on the stage began to roar again in their signature style, and the excitement of the second round of the finals did not disappoint them.

Eusebio's heroic appearance in the arena this morning has conquered everyone. The defending champion is far stronger than his opponents. If nothing goes wrong, Eusebio will most likely break the three records he created.

A record of consecutive championships, thus writing a new history.

From another point of view, according to the schedule of the Black Thorns Competition, there will be at least three official duels throughout the whole day of the competition. This alone is completely worth the ticket price.

The season ticket for the Black Thorns Tournament costs 3 gold coins, the monthly ticket costs 1 gold coin, and tickets for specific events can be purchased for only 10 silver coins.

A very interesting phenomenon can be found by counting the spectators present. Two-thirds of the more than 50,000 spectators are foreigners. This is also the fundamental reason why the market next to the arena is so prosperous.

Lancelot still wore the same old equipment, wearing a set of silver armor and a round helmet on his head. The white tassels matched his silver hair very well.

"I don't know who my opponent will be."

Lancelot walked out of the iron gate, stepped onto the land of the arena, and stood on the sidelines to move his body.

At this time, he was the only one in the field, and his opponent did not enter the court for a long time.

During the rest period of the past few days, the boy practiced all the magic and marksmanship skills he had learned before. In particular, he gained a lot from the practice of marksmanship.

Since the official start of the finals, Lancelot has seldom spent a lot of time on training, and the moves he had learned before were only practiced against the defenseless puppet in the backyard garden.

After three actual battles, he found that his marksmanship could not be applied in actual combat. After these few days of practice and previous actual combat experience with different opponents, Lancelot's understanding of marksmanship has reached a new level.

In addition to the most basic combos that Boru taught the boy at the beginning, Lancelot also mastered four powerful moves.

Three consecutive stabs: Three consecutive stabs in a very short period of time, which has a powerful defense-breaking effect.

Gale Sweep: Use a powerful sweep in a very short time, with group damage effect.

Dragon Spreads Wings: Use all the strength of your body to slash from top to bottom, causing a fatal blow to the enemy.

Soul-Destroying Flash: Throw the spear at the target with all your strength, causing a fatal blow to the enemy at a distance.

In the previous games, Lancelot had only used three consecutive stabs and wind sweep, but the more explosive dragon wings spread and soul-breaking flash had never had the chance to be used on the enemy.

In other words, Lancelot was in such a hurry that he couldn't even use basic moves in an extremely dangerous state. His first reaction was to use his mental power to avoid attacks.

After some careful consideration, Lancelot decided to change his bad habit. Compared with his very limited mental strength, his physical strength could obviously last much longer.

[This guy is so impressive. It’s been ten minutes and he hasn’t even entered the stage yet.]

Lancelot narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the iron fence opposite the arena speechlessly and thought.

"Dear audience friends, let us welcome the contestants with warm applause!"

Gloria's seductive voice sounded again. As soon as she finished speaking, the heavy iron door slowly rose, and a burly man walked out from behind the door.

"This is the second game of the second round of the finals. The two contestants have successfully entered the arena." The blue-robed mage's voice paused in the air for a second: "They are the gladiator Lancelot from the Black Thorn Arena.

Special, and the Berserker Bolton from the Kingdom of Pislan!"

Upon hearing this, Lancelot froze on the spot. He mobilized his mental power and magnified his sight to clearly see the appearance of his opponent.

"Bolton?"

The boy couldn't help but complain: "Still a berserker?"

[It must have been arranged by those two idiots Leo and Caesar. Do you want Bolton to deal with me personally? 】

"Now I declare that the game has officially begun!"

A deafening cheer suddenly sounded in the arena, and more than 50,000 spectators shouted the names of the contestants in unison.

What was different from last time was that this time someone in the audience started shouting Lancelot's name. The scene in which the boy instantly killed the troll in the last round of melee left a deep impression on many people.

Lancelot took a deep breath, clenched the spear in his hand, and moved steadily in the direction of Bolton.

On the other side, Burton opened his arms and waved to the audience on the stage, seemingly not paying attention to his opponent Lancelot at all.

Ten seconds later, Lancelot stopped. At this time, he was already in the center of the Blackthorn Arena, while Bolton was still waving to thank the audience for their cheers.

"Bolton, you shameless bastard, get over here and die!"

Lancelot finally couldn't restrain his inner anger and roared at Bolton.

Although the boy's roar was instantly drowned out by the sound of more than 50,000 spectators, it still caught Burton's attention.

"Lancelot, don't be so angry." Bolton responded loudly with a simple smile on his face: "Tell me, how did you become so tall and strong in a month?"

"It's none of your business. If you want to fight, hurry up. I don't have time to talk nonsense with you." Lancelot put the spear in front of him and assumed a fighting posture.

"Calm down, Lancelot, the task I received today is to blow your head off, why are you in such a hurry to die?"

A ferocious smile appeared on Bolton's rough face, and he finally walked towards Lancelot's position step by step.

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After Lancelot heard what the other party said, he didn't know how to fight back for a moment. Especially when he saw Bolton's nearly two-meter tall figure approaching him, fear grew crazily in his heart.

The boy swallowed hard. As his opponent got closer and closer, he saw clearly the weapon Bolton used - a huge dark cyan war hammer.

Since Lancelot came to the other world, he has never seen a guy fighting with a giant hammer. This reminds him of Thor in Marvel, but Bolton's size is closer to Thanos.

Combined with the word "berserker" mentioned in Gloria's previous introduction, he knew that he could never confront Burton.

Burton walked to a stop less than ten meters away from Lancelot, weighed the 100 kilogram warhammer in his hand, and glanced at Lancelot with doubtful eyes: "Lancelot, I

Still want to."

"Bang!"

Before Bolton could finish his words, Lancelot rushed out from the spot, his whole body turning into a white shadow that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

Lancelot, who was moving at high speed, put all his strength into the spear in his hand and slashed it down from mid-air!

At this time, Boru's eyes lit up while he was sitting in the audience, and a pleased smile appeared on his lips. He saw Lancelot use the advanced move [Dragon Spreads Wings].

Lancelot prepares to take him by surprise and defeat Burton, who is far more powerful than him.

Bolton saw the silver spear tip coming to his head in an instant, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. It seemed that he had underestimated Lancelot's strength.

"clang!"

There was a sound of steel clashing in the arena. Just as the spear was about to cut open Bolton's head, the huge warhammer hit the tip of the spear hard. Under the action of the indescribable huge recoil, Lancelot's whole body turned to the right.

It flew sideways!

After landing, Lancelot quickly rolled over, taking off the force of the impact while keeping a certain distance from Bolton.

"Hoo, ho, ho."

Lancelot stood up from the ground, frowning and staring at Bolton not far away. The opponent's power was completely crushing him!

A familiar feeling of powerlessness suddenly surged in the boy's heart. Even when facing high elves and trolls, Lancelot had never felt this way before.

The last time someone made him feel this way was what happened after he possessed Mokre when he first came to Blackthorn.
To be continued...