bayedsolid Chapter 226 Don't Surrender
Chapter 226 Don't Surrender
Dimitar only felt a sharp pain in his leg, and he quickly rolled sideways to distance himself from Baraka.
But Barryka did not pursue him, but just stood there, looking at him calmly.
This made Dimitar's heart burn with anger. It was obviously him who should have been standing like this during the previous duel, so why, why was it the other way around now?
His eyes were full of disbelief.
"How, how is this possible?" he said, turning his head to look at the referee's seat above, where there were three people sitting.
"Referee! I request referee intervention!"
He raised his hand and said so.
Barica didn't say anything, she just looked at him and talked.
"I report that Barica Dex used an illegal special potion! I request that she be examined!!!"
He stared at Baraka and said this.
It was obvious that there was a huge gap between him and Barricka. Even if he used all his tricks, he still had a long way to go before defeating him.
Even though he knew that Baraka's talent was much better than his, according to his original estimate, if Baraka wanted to beat him, she would have to practice for at least another half a year.
But what did he see now?
In just such a short period of time, the offensive and defensive positions between Barricka and him had changed, and even the physical fitness that he originally thought was the most difficult for Barricka to surpass was easily surpassed.
He couldn't accept this feeling of disparity.
But whether Barica used the potion or not was something that the people above could tell at a glance.
Moreover, this person is His Majesty's person, who dares to ask for an examination of her?
"The report is invalid. Bareka Dex has not violated any rules. The game will continue. Please do not interfere with the game process."
[Bingshuangxian] said this coldly.
"Are you ready?" Barryka asked softly, "Go on."
"Next, your left hand."
Barica said so.
Damn!
Damn it! !
Damn it! ! !
Dimitar's face was a little distorted, partly because of the pain in his legs, but more because of unwillingness and anger.
There is definitely something fishy going on!
He thought so with gritted teeth.
It must be that guy, the one that Barricka has been studying with, the one called Caesar.
He must have asked the referees to do that!
How shameless! !
He thought so viciously.
If Caesar knew what he was thinking, he would probably just put his hands on both sides of his mouth and make his signature crab-like movement.
"If you are bad, practice more. If you can't afford to lose, don't play."
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"Berica's strength has improved rapidly."
Gray Dex said this while forcing a smile from the corner of his mouth.
A trace of cold sweat ran down his forehead.
As far as he knew, Dimitar had told him about Baraka's strength before.
He had told himself at that time that Barica's strength was still far inferior to his. If the two met, it would be quite easy to eliminate her from the competition.
But from the current situation, Dimitar is no match for Baraka at all, and is even being beaten back step by step.
"Obviously, her strength was still a long way from Dimitar's, but I didn't expect that she has reached this level now."
Gray's face looked very unhappy. If this continued, Dimitar would definitely lose.
"This is natural. People always need to make progress." Caesar smiled calmly.
"The past is the past, and the present is the present. If we always treat the past as the present, wouldn't we be confining ourselves to stereotypes?"
He said this to Gray.
"As the saying goes, if a soldier hasn't seen him for three days, he won't look at him the same way anymore." Caesar said with a smile, "Mr. Gray still has a lot to consider in this regard."
"Your Majesty Caesar said it very well."
Jefferson Allen, who was sitting on Caesar's left, had his eyes lit up and said this sincerely, his tone full of admiration.
Caesar also didn't understand what this princess wanted to do.
After landing from the sky, she has been sitting here, and she keeps agreeing with whatever Caesar says, just like a fangirl.
For some reason, Caesar could always feel someone poking at his back.
stare--
Probably that's it.
It made him feel like a thorn in his back.
"Your Majesty."
As she said this, she peeled another grape without stopping.
Caesar took the previous grape and ate it with his hands, but this time, the princess seemed to want to feed it into his mouth.
Xi Ze always felt that this would not be a good thing, so he refused her feeding and chose to take it with his hands.
Jefferson Allen looked a little disappointed when he saw Caesar like this.
"Come to think of it, His Majesty Caesar is about the same age as me," she said.
In fact, this is nonsense. She is much older than Caesar. Although the age difference is less than ten years, it is not far off.
It's just that she looks young because she is a professional. If nothing is said, she is probably only in her early twenties.
"Yeah." Although Caesar didn't know her exact age, he was sure she was not young.
However, Caesar is not a person with low emotional intelligence. If she said that, Caesar would not refute it. After all, a woman's age seems to be a very sensitive matter.
"Is that so?" After receiving Caesar's affirmative reply, her expression brightened for a moment: "If there is a chance, I think we can communicate more. Please give me some advice."
She said so.
......
What does she want to do?
Caesar didn't quite understand, and Nelly, who was listening not far away, didn't quite understand either.
As long as she paid a little attention, Nellie could easily hear the conversation over there.
Her Royal Highness, what does she want to do?
Is he older than me? How dare he say that he is about the same age as Xi Ze?
I guess he has bad intentions?
She thought so.
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And in the arena below the stands, what was on display was a one-sided abuse.
Under Baraka's attack, Dimitar had no power to fight back and was beaten back step by step.
His clothes were torn in many places, and he was covered with bruises, wounds, and blood.
His left hand was also broken at this time, and the area above his left eye was swollen, which was caused by the sword that Baraka had just slashed at his face.
"left."
The wooden sword arrived in response.
"right."
There was another scar on his shoulder.
"The top of the head."
"Coming to the fore".
"Bite your teeth."
"Humph."
Dimitar groaned.
The blood blurred his eyes, making it difficult for him to see his opponent.
For swordsmen, both hands are very important. The hand holding the sword is important, but the other hand is also indispensable for balancing.
As long as a swordsman loses a hand, his strength will drop sharply.
"Don't surrender, please."
Barica said so.
The next moment, Dimitar's other leg broke.