Chapter 692: Fatal Touch (1/2)
The first order of business was of course archery. Anyone who could hit the center mark 3 times would qualify to the next round.
Only one person could represent the group though. No accidents happened and 155 influences passed the test quite easily. The next one was called jousting.
”Sir, we have spare armors in our store room.”
”Would you like us to get one for you?” A respectful warrior asked our bored gamer.
This was an old man and he had an uncanny intuition that told him to be wary of our handsome protagonist.
No one could arrive in this place of murderers alone and stand confident in their midst. But Clark broke this iron truth today.
”Thank you for the offer but I have no need for such precautions.” Our good gamer replied honestly. And several minutes later, Clark has made proof of this claim.
”BANG!” An armored man kissed the ground in defeat. Only his horse was saved from any damage whatsoever.
”WINNER BU FANG!”
”Sigh!”
”I miss having a spear all of a sudden.” Clark murmured as he looked at the lance on his hands with fond memories.
A breath later, he dismounted from his horse and carefully passed the lance unto a servant. This servant was of course given to him by the Koris King.
”NEXT!” The matches continued but since there were 155 competitors, one candidate was chosen to fill in this empty slot from the house of Gao.
The Gao family was the strongest influence of Koris under the Mu clan. The result was of course familiar. The Gao representatives won both their jousting matches.
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”Next! Single armed combat!” A warrior announced. There were 78 participants left at this time.
”Are you sure that you're not going to use any weapon, Sir Bu Fang?” The same respectful warrior became the pseudo second in command towards our avid gamer.
This smart man was given by the king of Koris which reflected how Mu Guanyu treated every guest with respect.
More so our bored gamer who appeared to belong from outside the Kingdom of Koris.
”I don't need any wooden swords to beat anyone.” Clark continued to be honest in his reply. This was a harvest festival and so it was absurd to see death today.
Thus, this competition was a lot more refined than the barbaric shade of real life. And Clark has once more kept his words.
”BOOM!” A man in an iron coat could not take a single punch from him at all. His poor opponent slept at the height of day.
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At 39 influences left, a huge skirmish was left for the finale.
”This will be the last part of the harvest festival! Good luck to all of you!” A warrior shouted which signaled the start of the melee.
”KILL THEM ALL!”
”CHARGE!”
”FOR THE WIN!” Almost 40,000 men roared to create chaos in the battlefield. Some wore steel caps and armors while others preferred only linen and cloth tunic.
What was crucial was that everyone was only allowed to fight using their fists.
They were all hard and able soldiers and so they would not die that easily after only receiving a few kicks and punches.
The king's men were of course ready at the sides to pull out any invalid combatants in the field.