Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 20 No, my friend, you are the real hero

Zatt is two and a half feet tall and weighs over six hundred pounds. His muscles appear to be carefully carved out and are full of beauty. One can tell at first glance that he is not just for show.

Although the leading orc also had two blades and weighed nearly five hundred pounds, he was like a stunted beast compared to Zatt.

You have to know that, without considering the equipment, gladiatorial combat is a direct contest of strength and physique. The so-called skills can only give people an advantage when facing opponents of the same level.

Just like the Debe people who are proficient in wrestling skills cannot even beat the hungry boys in their tribe.

It is not just talk that great efforts can make miracles happen.

The orcs, who were famous for their strength, understood this principle very well, so they knew that they were no match for this orc of their own kind.

After a long silence, it spoke.

"You are a true warrior, I won't fight you"

It is stupid but not foolish. It will definitely not gain any advantage by fighting with this big guy of the same species.

It looked at Levi: "I mean you."

Levi was stunned. He didn't expect that this guy would actually challenge him to a fight.

Zat looked at him with pity as if he was a fool. He couldn't help but reach out and pat his brother on the shoulder with a sighing tone.

"No, my brother, you are the real warrior!"

The look in Zat's eyes was as if he saw an extremely rare species, and contained a hint of sympathy.

Although the leading orc felt something was wrong, his eyes remained firm as he looked at Levi's thin body.

"Orc, Muto!"

Muto stretched out his fist which was as big as Levi's head, and the two men punched each other.

"Levi, of Derby."

Seeing that the matter had been settled long ago, the manager of the arena was as anxious as an ant on hot pan, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

Doesn't this knight have any self-awareness? This orc's thigh is as thick as his waist. With one slap, he can send him to see his grandmother. How can he beat him?
He was born into a commoner family and struggled for most of his life. Only with the appreciation of Duke Florina did he win this asset which was more substantial than that of some nobles.

But civilians are always civilians. If a noble whose brain was eaten by goblins is accidentally smashed into a paste by orcs in his territory, the steward will inevitably bear part of the responsibility.

Maybe you won't be sent to the gallows, but it's possible that half a lifetime of hard work will be wasted.

"Sir." The steward quietly tugged at the corner of Levi's clothes and whispered a reminder: "These orc barbarians can beat a glacier tiger to death with just three punches and two kicks. Anyway, they have agreed to go with you. You are of noble status, so there is no need to put yourself in danger."

The ice tiger is a wild beast that lives on the ice field. It also inherits the characteristics of the ice field race. It is huge in size and stronger than a brown bear.

But he was still no match for this group of reckless men.

The steward thought he was being tactful and was just short of pointing at the knight's head and saying, "Sir, stop it. You can't be a match for this orc barbarian."

He believed that anyone whose brain had not been eaten by goblins would understand what he meant.

"Three punches and two kicks? I can kill him with just one punch."

Levi had encountered the ice tiger once in the arena, but unfortunately it was still just a show-off.

The manager looked ashen, and he had completely lost the leisurely mood to stroke his moustache. In his heart, he cursed a hopeless idiot whose brain had been eaten by goblins.

……

Inside the arena.

Levi undid the buckle and threw the sword into Zat's hand. He twisted his shoulders and the collision between his joints made a crisp "crackling" sound like frying beans.

He hadn't had any proper physical activity for nearly a month.

This orc barbarian is just the right thing to do to satisfy my craving.

The most important thing was that he also wanted to demonstrate his own strength so that these orc barbarians would submit to him both physically and mentally.

The two men retreated at the same time, leaving four or five steps, and then suddenly pounced on each other. An expert saw...

No, even an outsider can see that the outcome of this fight is a foregone conclusion.

The gap between the two sides is like an egg hitting a stone. Not only will the egg break, but even the yolk will scatter.

Muto made up his mind to use only a little strength to knock down the Debe man in front of him.

Just as it was about to exert force, it was stunned and felt something was wrong. Suddenly, it felt weak under its feet and could not exert any strength.

Boom! A cool fadeaway shot.

The huge collision not only shattered the floor of the arena, but also stunned the onlookers.

What did they just see?
A nearly 500-pound beast was easily picked up by a human being and thrown from behind? ! !

Is this really something that is humanly possible?

“Win… win?!!”

The manager of the arena pulled out a strand of his beard without even noticing it.

If anyone had said before that a human had knocked over an orc savage with wrestling, he would have used his old friend to kick him hard in the ass without hesitation.

but now……

The steward admitted that he had underestimated the knight before.

The wooden pallet on the ground had no idea what was going on, and it was inexplicably overturned by a human?

It turned over and stood up from the ground.

His face was a little gloomy. As an orc barbarian, he was actually knocked down by a human using wrestling skills?

Mutuo felt a little unconvinced and thought he was careless just now.

This Derby man happened to be a master in wrestling. He had mastered the balance between strength and technique, and through clever use of the force, he threw the beast from behind.

This was a great humiliation, enough to make the tribe's priest spend a page of paper to record this orc who brought shame to the orc tribe, and it would be infamous for hundreds of years.

No matter what, Mutuo must get back this place.

"Come again!" It had a ferocious face and exhaled hot air from its fang-filled mouth.

"Damn it, the Lord let you go, but you, an orc, still refuse to admit defeat?!!"

The man with a mustache roared in anxiety.

He didn't care whether Levi won by sophisticated skills or pure strength, but a win was a win.

He had to stop this farce.

"Then come again."

Levi waved his hand, he hadn't even warmed up yet.

Muto decided not to be careless this time. This Debe man was proficient in wrestling, so he would drag the fight between the two sides into the purest contest of strength.

The two sides held their arms together. Mutuo lowered his center of gravity and exerted all his strength. Veins popped out on his muscles like earthworms. His extremely strong body burst out with enough strength to tear a beast apart with his bare hands. But he was horrified to find that his legs were slowly leaving the ground and his opponent was lifting him up bit by bit.

next second.

Boom! Another perfect throw!

Lying on the cold ground once again, Mutuo finally understood a fact: his loss had nothing to do with skills or carelessness, but was completely due to the fact that his most proud strength was completely suppressed.

It sounds incredible that an orc, who is famous for his bravery, lost to a human in strength, but this is the fact.

Orcs worship the strong. This human is braver than it and is qualified to be the leader followed by everyone!
It was completely convinced.

(End of this chapter)