People in a state of trepidation were waiting for a fierce battle. No one was sure whether the stunning warriors won or the vicious Frank Knights won. The simple cheering was based on their likes and dislikes, but the bets given to the two in private casinos were almost the same.

After a brief rest, the soldiers around him once again blew a long and exciting horn.

This is the signal of the start of the competition. People come back from the whispers and wait excitedly for this fierce battle that is about to begin.

"Kill him for me." The deacon on the side heard the emperor's ears and almost burst out from his teeth. It is conceivable that he hated the Qinzhan warrior below. He rarely saw his subordinates so angry, and the emperor's anger was always bloody. Nickifrus couldn't help looking down with pity. They had already made preparations before, and there were people sent by the Genoese to help. The Qinzhan probably didn't know that he had been sentenced to death now.

"Don't worry, your majesty, you will not be disappointed." He relied on his respectfully to His Majesty in front of him, and Nickifrus ordered his men to announce the start of the final competition-

At this moment, all the seats were packed, and people were watching the competition. Although the two who entered the finals were Gentiles, they had emotional preferences. Except for those who bet, everyone else would rather the barbarians who were watching to win, so that they could suppress the Italians' limelight.

On the other side, Prince Theodor's face was full of uneasiness and worry, and even stood up from time to time; it was not because he had any doubts about Justinian's ability, but because Emperor Mikhail, who was angry this time, must have made some small moves secretly. Even if he wanted to intervene, it would be difficult for him to pursed his lips nervously at this moment, and he looked at the heavy heart on the court.

But on the side, Hendriel, who was the secretary, whispered: "Please rest assured, Justinian has never disappointed us."

"But the more this happens, I always worry about the mistakes. You should know that we Romans can do anything for power." Looking at the subordinates beside them, Theodor laughed at himself abnormally, which shows that he was not sure about Justinian's victory. After investigation, they could be sure that the Knight named Alfred was a ranger from Germany, and his ruthlessness was definitely not under Justinian. He had no advantage in this competition away from home, and it would be bad if he accidentally lost his life. But thinking so in his heart, Theodor still couldn't take the initiative to let Justinian give up. After all, he could not give up the position of commander in the battle against Thessalonika.

On the other hand, Antonia Doria was also quietly watching the situation on the field, as if she was constantly praying for something. When she lived together last night, she remembered that the Italian girl's ears were still a little hot, and she still remembered that the other party was sitting by the bed with her clothes on her face and she didn't close her eyes all night.

Is she so uncharacteristic? Antonia only felt angry and funny, but deep down she couldn't help but worry about Justinian, but she didn't stop him because she knew that the little fox of Molia never gave up until she achieved her goal.

As far as the outcome of this fierce battle is concerned, no one can predict the direction.

...

At this time, the signal for the duel had already started, and the players on both sides still chose their weapons as usual. The actions of both of them in the field aroused the surprise of the people present.

Neither of the two who should have fought on horseback chose long weapons such as guns, but Alfred chose the shackle that had scared everyone before. Strangely, Justinian did not pick up the page hammer that made him stunning. Instead, he chose a broad sword. This parallel sword blade, an oval head, a wide and thick blade body and a sword hilt that was enough for both hands, was very distinctive. English weapons were also very popular after they were introduced to Byzantine and almost became a standard weapon for the Romans. Although it was a bit awkward to mix with this armor of the Censor, it was unreasonable. But his next choice was really incredible. Justinian picked up a Saracen-style short sword, but this weapon should not be useful at all in horse battles.

Just when people were incredible, a scene that was even more unexpected happened: Justinian did not choose to fight on horseback, but placed the big and bad temper beside him on the side of the field. In this case, it was almost equivalent to automatically giving up the advantage on the battlefield. Everyone knew that it was very difficult to deal with cavalry in infantry.

But Emperor Mikhail and the people around him who witnessed this scene looked very ugly, obviously he did not want such a scene to happen.

"How could he know in advance?" Emperor Mikhail, with a gloomy face, looked coldly at the deacon who was dealing with these matters. On the side, Nickifrus quickly lowered his head and apologized.

"It was my negligence that actually made them find out the news. Please punish your Majesty." The trembling Nickifrus knelt on the ground and shivered. According to the original plan, the mount of the Chincha Warrior off the field was a wild and indisciplined horse, and the mare in heat was given to Alfred. Once the two fight immediately, the Chincha Warrior would definitely miss his front and die on the spot. But the other party gave up the infantry battle at this time, and it was obvious that something was wrong.

"It's useless. Can't I let you do this well?" Mikhail almost roared, but he was still not able to break this matter. He could only continue to watch the battle. At least now, the Frank warriors have an absolute advantage on their horses. However, since the opponent dared to dismount and fight, he was obviously prepared, this made him feel uneasy.

...

Justinipin held up his sword and pointed at his opponent on the horse, and his hoarse voice came from under the mask of the imperial palace.

"Is this your knight's principle? I thought you had a sense of honor, but it seems that it is not the case! Do you dare to compete fairly with me and have a dignified duel?" He was not sure about the Frank Knight under the black helmet, so Justinian chose to provoke. According to his impression, Western European knights attach great importance to their reputation in public places. If the other party is willing and does not know that the war horse is being rigged, he will definitely compete with him.

But what he didn't expect was that immediately, the other party did not move at all, and the atmosphere became very stiff for a moment. It was not until Alfred slowly pushed away his mask and exposed his scarred face that the silence was broken.

"I am not a 'Grand', sir. I only need victory and your life." Alfred showed his dirty yellow teeth, and his hideous face was enough to make everyone who had nightmares for ten days and ten nights. He obviously didn't want to talk to Justinido at all. Then he slowly grabbed his horse's belly and charged towards Justinian standing in the open space. He was a ranger in the snow in the north, fighting with the alien races in the cold land, and the spirit of the knight had no effect on him. He knew the plan, and although he had absolute confidence in his power, he could win in his creed.

Oh—Praise God!

Only then did Justinian realize that his scalp was numb. He finally became alert and realized that he was not dealing with a knight but a butcher holding a sword.

Just heard the horse's hooves trampling, and Alfred raised his shackle with both hands, then threw it hard, and then the heavy thing flew towards Justinian like a rapid windmill! Once it was hit, he would be seriously injured even if he was seriously injured. He was shocked when he witnessed all this.

But Justinian could only rely on a broad sword. He took a deep breath and was not stupid enough to resist the flying shackles. He turned over and avoided them, but there was still a muffled sound behind him. The shackles that were knocked far away, and they "thumped" to the ground left a deep pit, scaring the nearby audience pale. They were too fast just now, and they didn't even have time to dodge.

Now, despite the missed one blow, Alfred successfully pulled the distance closer. Justinian was already under the range of his horse's hooves, and he also had a slashing sword in his hand. This weapon used by ordinary people with both hands was as easy as he waved it on the horse. With the blessing of the horse's rapid running, it was enough to break through all defenses and continued to accelerate. Alfred came towards Justinian with a scattered momentum.

Almost everyone thought that the Chincha warrior would undoubtedly die—including Emperor Mikhail and Prince Theodor.

Death!

It's over!

Two completely different thoughts passed through the two of them at the same time, but at this time Justinian threw away the broad sword in his hand and pulled out the Saracen short sword, lowering his body like a tense bow, and a low roar came from under the mask of the imperial palace. He seemed to turn around and escape, but the next moment he turned over and jumped up, and from a distance he looked like he was flying by himself!

He actually took the initiative to meet him, but when he saw this immediately, the burly Frank Knight immediately reacted and suddenly waved the sword in his hand, and cut across with a force that could cut the opponent into two sections with his armor! Everyone at the scene thought so that Justinian, who had nowhere to leverage in the air, obviously could not avoid it.

Even Antonia Doria, who was looking at Justinian in the audience, did not expect Justinian to be so crazy. She covered her eyes in horror and did not dare to look at the tragic situation that happened next.

However, the next second, Alfred's horse broke out, and a staggering and fell forward, causing the unstable Frank warrior to slash directly. The blade passed through the Qinzhai-style armor, and the clip broke in response, only a few inches away from taking Justinian's life.

An accident happened at this time - this was everyone's first thought, but then people realized something was wrong, because the blood splashed on the neck of the fallen war horse was like flowers blooming in the air - and it was the masterpiece of the Qinzha warrior.

"Look!"

The sharp-eyed man immediately saw the Sarazan sword in his hand standing with blood. It was it that sealed a war horse with blood. The moment Justinian bounced, the horse was dead, so he had the illusion that Alfred had just lost his hooves.

Alfred, who almost fell down immediately, was shaking and did not react at all. His fencing sword flew out due to inertia.

Good opportunity! Justinian turned his wrist without hesitation, and saw a cold light. The short knife in his hand stabbed into the mail on the shoulder of the Frank Knight. Alfred, who had eaten the pain, immediately let out a beast-like roar. His hands, which were as powerful as a dustpan, immediately stretched towards his shoulders, as if he wanted to tear Justinian into pieces. But now he had no threat to Justinian. Since he successfully used Assassin's assassin's battlefield assassin, the victory was over. Although he took the risk - he was the one who died accidentally, it was obviously worth it.

"However you killed that Qinzha, now you will die." Under Qinzha's mask, after a whisper of death-

The light of the sword turned into a graceful curve. The short sword pulled out from his shoulder was directly stabbed by Justinian between Alfred's neck and shoulders, which were lacking armor protection. After that, it was pulled out without any stop. Everything happened too quickly, so fast that no blood was left on his knife.

The powerful arms of Kong Wu were already close to Justinian's neck, but stopped halfway. Alfred's neck was tilted weakly to the side, and the thick arms also drooped, and the splattered blood sprayed out from the fatal wound between the neck. Justinian, who jumped off from his burly body, was elegantly avoided without being stained with blood.

Looking at the Frank warrior who fell to the ground like a statue collapsed and fell to the ground, Justinian was sure that he was completely dead, and turned around and inserted the short knife in his hand on the ground, then scanned everyone around him. Although he could not see his true appearance, the audience Montsk seemed to be able to see a look of contempt under the mask. Justinian also accepted the silent gaze of the audience and accepted the honor of the final winner.
Chapter completed!