bookcurios Chapter 224 Can You Not Surrender?
Chapter 224 Can You Not Surrender?
"Your Majesty is joking, I..."
A few drops of cold sweat ran down Gray's forehead, and he couldn't say the rest of the words.
Something pressed firmly against his chest, grabbing at his heart through the flesh there.
The feeling of powerlessness resurfaced, and he had no way to resist and could only let himself be slaughtered.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that if he didn't agree, his heart would explode in the next second.
He didn't think it was an illusion.
The powerful ones at the legendary level are gods walking on the land.
If God wants you to die, then you have to die. If God wants you to do something, then you have to do it.
He swallowed all the words he wanted to say. If he dared to refute, he didn't know what would happen to him.
"Okay." That was all he could say.
He didn't even dare to mention what would happen if Caesar lost.
And Caesar had no intention of saying anything.
Although Caesar is not so bad that he can't afford to play with you, it's clear that he wants to bully you now. What can you do about it?
You still want to make conditions? Do you want to die?
"Your Majesty, I don't think we need to do this..." Gray wanted to speak, but couldn't get the words out. Michael on the side could only come out and say a few words to help.
"Is it your turn to speak?"
Caesar looked at him sideways, with a faint light flickering in his eyes.
"cough!"
When Mihaly was looked at by him, he felt as if his body was hit hard by a heavy hammer, and liquid flowed up from his throat.
The burning pain almost spurted out of his mouth, but he closed his mouth and held it in.
"?"
Caesar was a little surprised.
In his perception, Michael Rhine did not seem to be weak, so why did he behave like this just because he was glared at?
Is there a hidden injury in his body?
That’s not right. There didn’t seem to be such a situation in the morning.
Why did it turn out like this in the afternoon?
Caesar felt something was wrong.
It seemed that he had suffered some internal injuries in the battle, but no one investigated further.
Jefferson looked on coldly.
Since Your Majesty did this, there must be a reason for it.
From what they just said, the girl named Barica has basically been designated as a disciple.
For insulting a legendary disciple, it is already quite polite and merciful for the legend to explain it to you before beating you. It is not too much to ask you to kneel down to show your gratitude.
"Your Majesty." Jefferson said softly beside her, holding a peeled grape in her hand.
She protected the underside of the grape with her fingers and held the tiny grape with her other hand.
You can see purple juice on her fingers. Did she just peel them with her own hands?
Many nobles noticed this place. It would be more accurate to say that this place itself was the focus of everyone's attention, including the dispute between them just now. His Majesty Caesar seemed a little angry, and just a slight burst of momentum was enough to frighten them.
Was I too close to those people from the Dex family this morning?
What if His Majesty remembers my face?
Will the blood splash onto my face?
Is it too late to quietly exit now?
Many people felt somewhat uneasy at this moment, and after they quietly observed the actions here, they quickly lowered their heads.
That prince was actually peeling grapes for that person himself. Could it be that the rumor was true...?
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The competition progressed quickly, and before long, it was Barricka's turn to take the stage.
She just leaped up and landed on the stage which was several meters high.
And her opponent, Dimitar, appeared there at the same time.
"I didn't expect you hadn't given up yet." He sneered.
"Your little tricks last time really surprised me." Dimitar Dex swung the sword in his hand: "It's just that the gap in strength cannot be made up in such a short time."
"I'll give you some more time. I might actually lose."
He kept talking, and Barryca began to find it annoying.
Logically, Barryka wouldn't want to pay attention to such trash talk.
But today, she unexpectedly wanted to talk to him.
"Feel sorry."
Facing Dimitar, the man who once defeated her, Baraka just said this softly.
Even though he kept talking trash and looked like he was sure he would win, Barricka didn't get angry at all.
If it had happened before, she might have been affected.
But now she doesn't want to care about all this anymore.
Everyone can say nonsense, but only the one who stands to the end is the real winner.
Then, whatever is said will be more powerful than it is now.
"Sorry?" Dimitar thought of many possible situations. Barry would scold him, ignore him, or calmly retort. All of these were within his imagination.
But what happened now was the only situation he had not thought of.
What does it mean to apologize to yourself?
"Well, sorry." Berica said, raising the wooden sword in her hand and pointing it directly at the tip of Dimitar's nose: "I promised someone that I would break one of your hands on the ring, so I apologize in advance."
"You want to break one of my arms?"
Dimitar almost laughed out of anger: "What gives you such confidence? Can you break one of my arms?"
"Don't believe it?" Barryka's face remained expressionless: "It doesn't matter, I'll prove it later."
“That’s not why I’m apologizing.”
"That man just told me to break one of your arms, but I didn't listen."
"I want to break your limbs, so I apologize in advance."
"Please, could you not surrender later?"
Her tone was very serious, without any joking or sarcasm in it, but it was this tone that made Dimitar even angrier.
"Are you so sure you can beat me?" He didn't get angry but laughed: "Okay, okay!"
"No one will surrender later!"
He said so.
The two men came to the corresponding positions on the ring with wooden swords in hand, ready to attack at any time.
There was something wrong with her sword moves. There were obvious changes compared to before.
Dimitar noticed this.
He sneered secretly in his heart.
Haha, is this the reason why she is so confident?
Learned a new sword move?
If that were all, he would be much more disappointed.
When it comes to sword moves, it’s better to learn them well than to learn more.
The ultimate goal is the same, to kill the opponent with one sword.
Only specializing in one thing can bring greater benefits. Being fickle like this will only lead to your death faster.
However, he still did not relax his vigilance against Baraka.
A qualified magic swordsman should despise his opponent psychologically and take him seriously tactically.