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Chapter 43 Watching

The entire audience was silent at this moment. Nicholas Ovania's supporters had been cheering and shouting loudly just now, but at this moment they were dumbfounded and couldn't believe what was happening in front of them.

The Kipchak warriors who were originally at a disadvantage and were about to be defeated actually turned defeat into victory at this moment, almost ravaging Nicholas to the ground, and the gorgeous armor had already been deformed and damaged by the hammer. As for that picture

Nicholas's always proud and handsome face has turned purple, and at first glance he is even unrecognizable from his former appearance.

Looking at this scene, Emperor Mikhail on the high platform had a gloomy and terrifying expression at the moment. His sinister eyes looked at Prince Theodore who was under the tent on the other side. At this time, the other party also looked at him.

He. In Mikhail Ducasse's view, all this is probably his own

That brother's handiwork, and Prince Theodore accepted it calmly. Although Justinian's actions were far beyond expectations, this man didn't care at all about falling out with the emperor in front of him, because he

I know that at least for now, Mikhail doesn't dare to do anything to himself.



On the field, the horn of the final battle finally sounded, and the guards who rushed over rushed up. At this time, Justinian also stopped moving. Looking at the fierce guards, he wisely chose to pull away.

distance. But this is enough for him

It was enough. His attacks from beginning to end were not fatal. However, for Nicholas's pampered body, it would take several months just to heal his injuries - Mikhail Dukas's

The plan was completely ruined at this point.

It's just that in this case, Emperor Mikhail will never give up - but even so, Justinian has already been mentally prepared in his heart.

Seeing Nicholas, who was seriously injured and unconscious, being carried off the field, Justinian immediately turned around and slowly chose to leave. He glanced at the audience coldly and then threw the heavy page hammer aside.

In fact, he was exhausted

, if Nicholas hadn't been too confident in himself, I'm afraid he would have suffered in the end. But even so, Justinian's performance was enough to intimidate the whole city. The originally lively arena was now quiet until Justinian left.

attracted everyone

The sight of him was the same. Both civilians and nobles were trembling in their hearts. The long silence was followed by enthusiastic shouts and applause. This was the best proof that people were in awe of this powerful warrior. As of now, no one cares about him.

Even though the Romans had always been proud and regarded the surrounding foreigners as barbarians, when they saw the scene just now, no matter who he was, no matter how humble he looked, he was a guy worthy of awe.

He is a strong man who should be respected by everyone.

At this moment, countless pairs of eyes from big shots were projected on Justinian, who had already died, but no one except Prince Theodor knew the true identity of the man under the Kipchak armor. However, his performance was...

It has attracted the vigilant attention of many people.

"It seems that I didn't expect that His Excellency Alfred would miss the mark this time!" Baron Fernand held up his hands and smiled after finishing watching the battle.

The armored warrior standing beside him remained silent and did not answer anything. On the contrary, Andrea Doria, who had been frowning, suddenly said: "It seems something is wrong!"

"What's wrong, Andrea-kun?"

"We were all deceived by Theodore. It seems that this person is much more skilled than the person he replaced before." Although he is not good at this, after watching the competition just now, he can still tell the difference.

One or two, and this kind of thing seems too incredible now.

"Maybe it's just a trump card hidden by Theodor Ducasse. It seems that the opponent is well prepared this time." Fernand, who shrugged and replied without noticing anything wrong, shrugged.

However, Andrea Doria, who was keenly aware of something wrong, shook his head and said firmly: "If you were determined to win this game from the beginning, you should have released your trump card from the beginning, right? At the beginning

, that Greek didn’t have the power of prophecy to know that the people he sent would die in Alfred’s hands. Although I really can’t figure out why, I think there must be something fishy in it.”

"Then do you need my people to go down and investigate?" Fernand said immediately after this situation. He has been traveling in the East for a long time and has cultivated many forces behind his back. It is easy to investigate a person's situation clearly.

Seeing Fernand on the side take the initiative to stand up, which was exactly what he wanted, Andrea nodded and said: "That would be great, then I will leave everything to you, Baron Fernand.

"

"It's my honor, you don't have to be polite." He said with a smile, then Fernand called the servant over, whispered a few words in his ear, and then let him retreat. The man's face was full of emotions

Confident, he thought that he could easily find out the identity of a Kipchak based on his ability. However, on the other side, the expressionless Andrea Doria still looked down, but his face didn't seem to agree.



There are three more duels next. Although the excitement of the first one has left a deep impression on people, the following battles are equally eye-catching. The second duel that attracts the most attention is the warrior Alfred sent by Genoa.

The strong and burly body aroused enthusiastic cheers as soon as it appeared in everyone's eyes.

And his opponent was a retainer of the Marquis of the Frontier. His previous performance was indeed good. Unfortunately, he was knocked to the ground by his opponent as soon as he came on the field. Alfred used a heavy flail. The Byzantine

The samurai was hit so hard that he almost flew backwards. There was a violent clang when his head hit the ground.

The entire audience gasped after hearing this. They saw the Byzantine warrior fall directly to the ground and became motionless without even a struggle. The victory was easily determined, and then the horn was blown to announce Alfred's victory.

And the Frankish warrior snorted in his helmet and wiped the bloody

The helmet was thrown into the audience, and although it was scary, the common people immediately fought to the death for the exquisite gold-plated helmet. But looking at this scene, the Roman nobles all had ugly faces. This was simply a naked humiliation, but they did not return it due to the situation.

If he said anything, he would have the seriously injured and dying samurai removed from the field.

Soon the remaining two games started one after another. By the time it was over, the moon had risen high and people were tired. So the king announced that the last three games would wait until tomorrow morning and be held before the group competition. The crowd gradually dispersed,

While discussing the grand jousting event of the day and the highlight of the next day, the remaining nobles filed into the emperor's villa in the manor to rest and prepare for the next day's event.
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