Chapter 78 Inch*Challenge
Before going on stage, Darkraine took the pill Anderson gave him.
Although he knew that the pill might cause harm to his body.
But there was no way, he was from the Frega family.
Although slave trade is not allowed in Braavos.
But the means of controlling a person's body are more than just a slave contract.
His family is under the control of the Frega family.
Once you don't listen...
Darkraven had no choice but to accept the arrangement made by the Frega family.
Everything will be fine as long as we win the game.
Now he felt as if there was endless power in his body.
My lungs felt cold, as if I had swallowed a large piece of ice.
Looking at Viserys walking onto the ring from the other direction, he took a deep breath.
Judging from the previous duel, Viserys's swordsmanship level is quite high.
At least technically speaking, it is above me.
The only possible way to win is to outlast him.
Darkraven is not yet thirty years old and is at the peak of his powers as a swordsman.
His physical strength, technique and power are all first-class.
In his opinion, perhaps Viserys had an excellent talent for swordsmanship, but his body was not fully grown after all.
I can win by competing with him in physical strength, not to mention that he has just taken a pill that can make him stronger and unable to feel tired.
The chances of winning this competition are still very high.
Just as the judge was about to announce the start of the tournament, Viserys suddenly spoke:
"etc!"
Everyone was very surprised and didn't know what he was going to do.
"I demand an inspection of both parties' weapons!"
As he said this, he stuck his sword into the ground and motioned for someone to check it.
"It should definitely be checked!"
"That's right. Who knows if this swordsman from the Frega family will use hidden weapons again."
"But His Majesty the Sea King is here too. They can't use the same trick twice in a row."
Various discussions broke out, and Ross, who was sitting in the central stand, spoke up:
"Your Highness, I think we should check it out and let others dispel their doubts. After all, this is also a way to maintain the reputation of Braavos."
"Yeah, that makes sense."
Frego nodded, as if in agreement.
"What do you think, Lord Tormo?"
Ross asked in a rather aggressive tone.
"As soon as possible, then."
Tormo frowned slightly.
Frego signaled to Quirrell, and Quirrell brought his men to the ring, collected the weapons of the two men and began to check them.
At this time, everyone in the audience also agreed with his approach.
"That's how it should be."
"Next time you should check your weapons before a duel!"
"Then you still have the honor of a swordsman! You can't do this again!"
Different people have different opinions.
"Sir, check mine first."
Viserys spoke.
"Don't worry, it will be quick." Quirrell said.
"Then check it twice more, and it would be best if all the audience can circulate it."
Hearing him say this, Darklaine's face turned a little dark.
There were nearly two thousand people in the theater, and after everyone took a look, the effect of the drug must have worn off!
It was clear that Quirrell had not listened to Viserys.
His Majesty the Sea King is short on time and will not waste it here.
About five or six minutes later, Quirrell returned the swords to the two men, indicating that everything was normal.
Soon, the competition was about to begin again.
I was delayed for nearly ten minutes just now because of checking the swords for the competition.
At this moment, Darklaine felt that the cool feeling in his lungs was beginning to disappear.
Turned to warm.
At the same time he could feel his blood flow and heartbeat speeding up.
I have to vent quickly.
"Any questions?"
The judge at the side asked.
"Yes," Viserys said.
"I suggest that we be searched again, just in case there are any hidden weapons or lime or something like that."
The judge thought it was unnecessary, but since Frega had done this before, he had no choice but to ask Aquaman for help again.
The result is naturally not allowed.
Frego can hit Tormo in the face, but hitting him too hard would be the same as tearing the relationship apart.
It may cause some unpredictable consequences.
However, this request still took three minutes.
After all this time, the effect of Darklaine's medicine had almost worn off by half.
If Darkraven felt a little warm in his lungs and body just now, now it was burning hot.
He will be like a sports car with burned tires on the spot. If he doesn't release the brakes, he will be scrapped!
Finally, with the referee's order, Darklaine, who was "burning tires" on the spot, could no longer hold back.
With a strange cry, he rushed towards Viserys.
He didn't even try anything, every attack was a big one.
The two swords collided with each other, and sparks flew out from time to time.
The bursting sparks caused the audience to exclaim in surprise.
I have to say, the competition with 'special effects' is really fun!
Of course, there is no shortage of knowledgeable people here.
An attack like Darkraine's, which spares no physical effort, cannot be sustained for long.
It seems that he wants to end the battle quickly.
But soon someone noticed something was wrong.
Three minutes, five minutes, ten minutes, eight minutes, not only did Darklaine show no signs of exhaustion, but he fought more and more fiercely.
And it seemed that Viserys was at a disadvantage.
He defended almost the entire time and had no energy left to attack.
However, only Darklaine himself knew that he was like the surging and roaring waves crashing against the cliff.
Although all the noise was caused by itself, the 'cliff' just passively bore the impact.
But his attack will eventually come to an end, but the cliff wall will always stand.
It was time that his feeling was correct, as Viserys had consumed less than one third of his strength.
He wanted to see what side effects the pills this guy was taking had.
As long as I don't die after eating it, maybe I can get two for myself.
If someone forces you into a desperate situation, you can still take drugs to help you out.
But those who were worried about him were not so calm.
First came Dany, her hands gripping the railing so tightly that her fingertips turned white from the strain.
Faria pulled at her handkerchief, as if she was helping Brother Long.
As the chief swordsman, Quirrell had a new understanding of Viserys's swordsmanship level.
Although he didn't attack, he was able to defend tightly.
He had already seen that this Darkraven was very abnormal.
With such a high-intensity attack, there was no time to even catch a breath.
Sure enough, Viserys, who was closest to him, noticed that blood was already oozing from this guy's nostrils.
Thanks to the beard as a buffer, it doesn't look so tragic.
'This medicine is too strong!'
With a sigh in their hearts, the two men pressed their swords together.
"Give up, you are no match for me."
He looked into the other's bloodshot eyes and said.
Unexpectedly, this guy didn't appreciate it at all. His eyes widened and he pursed his mouth as if he was about to spray.
Viserys quickly lowered his head. After a sound like tearing cloth, a thick blood mist spread over the ring.