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46: Chapter 37: Battle with Beowulf 46: Chapter 37: Battle with Beowulf “Achilles, young master!” Sadric said helplessly, “You did so well with the two-handed greatsword in the first round, why switch to a single-handed straight sword in the second round?

Now we must change your duel arena nickname.

How about ‘Night Blade’?”

“Okay,” Aske replied.

“It’s strange.

Most people are so picky about their nicknames, fearing they won’t sound resounding or imposing.

But you, you just don’t care, as if reputation means nothing to you.” Sadric shook his head in bewilderment and sighed as he walked away.

Sigrdrifa, who was sharpening her axe nearby, looked up and smiled:

“That’s great.

Every time I called you ‘Viking,’ I got goosebumps.”

“How about I give you that name?” Aske said.

“I’d rather stick with ‘Barbarian.’ Don’t you think it has more aesthetic appeal than ‘Viking’?” Sigrdrifa said, “But it doesn’t matter.

The duel arena’s audience loves novelty, discarding the old.

Unless you make a multi-kill feat in every match, even the chance to have your nickname mentioned by the presenter would be slim.”

“The next match is against the green team, right?” Aske asked.

“Yes.

The day before yesterday, yesterday, and today, they have defended the Duel Gold Cup for three consecutive days,” Sigrdrifa said, “Do you know why the blue team was so weak this morning?

Because the old members of the original blue team were all killed by the green team, only the team leader Arctic Bear surrendered and survived.

Hehe, timely surrender is very important.”

“By the way, all members of the green team were disqualified from the Valancia Shield Guard, all from the north.” Sigrdrifa finished sharpening her axe and ran her fingers gently along the blade’s edge, “Don’t underestimate them just because they were disqualified.”

“In that case, let’s switch our tactics when the duel starts,” Aske contemplated for a moment and said.

“What tactics?” Sigrdrifa asked curiously.

“Team cooperation,” Aske said.

Soon, the final duel whistle sounded.

On the other end of the training field, Saiotis and the red team members were also ready, not casting malicious glances at Aske’s side like the previous two times, but just keeping cold expressions.

It seemed that the upcoming match against the green team also brought them great pressure.

Everyone filed out of the underground passage and came into the duel arena.

The green team members had also all arrived, indeed each was a tall and heavily built Northern Norman, wielding two-handed greatswords or giant axes, their arms as thick as Aske’s calves.

“I see why you suggested teamwork,” Sigrdrifa exclaimed, “Any one of these guys could knock me down in a one-on-one.”

Aske chuckled.

His suggestion was not because he couldn’t handle a one-on-one, but rather to see how well Sigrdrifa’s team coordination was.

“Ladies and gentlemen!

The last duel of today is beginning!” The presenter’s style seemed more restrained and serious, no longer as vulgar and nonsensical as the previous matches, “Wearing green cloaks, these are our defending champions from the distant north of Scandia, the Yeate Barbarians!

Their bravery and savagery need no further embellishment, I will say only one word, ‘Beowulf.'”

‘Beowulf,’ the famous three-part epic movie, had Beowulf, a legendary lord of the Northern Yeate tribe, as its hero, known far and wide for legendary episodes where he fought and killed monsters.

The audience excitedly started shouting, tossing coins into the duel arena, hoping to incite the anger of the yellow team’s gladiator to make the upcoming fight even more fierce.

“Our challengers are the red team, led by the cunning Thrace ‘Brown Bear,’ and our rookie king, ‘Night Blade,’ along with his close partner ‘Big Guy!'”

“Bastard!” Sigrdrifa was so mad she almost jumped, “My nickname is ‘Barbarian!’ ‘Barbarian!'”

Aske inwardly sneered.

Was the nickname “Barbarian” any better sounding than “Big Guy?”

“So, who will it be, will it be the skilled men of the southern Solomon or the ferocious and invincible men of the northern Yeate?

Let’s lift the curtain of war!” With the presenter’s last emotionally charged words, the starting gun also sounded simultaneously.

The battle began, and Aske and Sigrdrifa charged out instantly.

Contrary to their expectations, the red team’s gladiators did not tighten their formation to engage with them, but almost at the same speed, clashed violently with the fierce and wild barbarian warriors.

A Yeate Barbarian warrior charged at Aske, his bearded face flushed with red blood.

This time, Aske was wielding a Divine Luo’s military slicing and piercing sword, executing a Tiger Slash to strike towards the opponent’s neck.

The barbarian suddenly positioned his two-handed greatsword horizontally, firmly blocking the Tiger Slash.

Wrong, Aske realized that the opponent’s strength surpassed the standard of a normal person, their physical power was at least level 4 or above!

The barbarian swiftly leveled his greatsword, then vigorously thrust forward.

Aske blocked with his sword horizontally, and the opponent immediately pressed the sword forward, the greatsword’s blade making a creaking sound against the slicing and piercing sword’s guard.

“Trouble,” the officers in the VIP box discussed, “This opponent seems to be a Transcendent, and his physical power overwhelmingly surpasses him—Achilles is in danger.”

“Michael, should we call for a pause in the duel arena?” one guard officer asked, “With his talents, it would be a pity for him to die here.”

“If he dies, it only means he was inferior in skill; what is there to pity?” Michael coldly said.

The guard officer was left speechless.

“That talkative host finally got something right this time,” Michael fell silent for a moment, then continued, “This duel is a contest between Solomon’s exquisite swordsmanship skills and the formidable physical prowess of the Northerners.

What would the audience outside think if we used our power to save him?

They would think that we Solomons cannot contend with the Northerners face-to-face and can only resort to conspiracies off the battlefield!”

He spoke sharply and sternly, causing the surrounding guard officers to bow their heads in silence.

Many astute officers even thought deeper, about the recent loyalty choices made by the Emperor’s Guard Officer Corps and the Valangian Shield Guard under the different Purple-robed Princesses.

Michael had chosen Princess Theodora, while the Northerners making up the Valangian Guard had chosen Princess Zoe.

Maybe the relationship between the two Purple-robed Princesses wasn’t as harmonious and united as it appeared on the surface?

Or perhaps the princesses had no intention of competing, but how could the Imperial scepter be held by both sides?

The people aligned below had already started jostling and fighting each other?

On the Duel Arena, Aske took a half step back, and the Barbarian Warrior was about to take advantage of this to push forward with his sword when suddenly he heard the sound of wind behind his head.

He quickly ducked, and Sigrdrifa’s Battle Axe whizzed over his head.

“Not bad,” Aske said approvingly.

“Rescue by besieging Wei is at least a tactical awareness that a professional player should have.”

Although Sigrdrifa was a bit foolish, she still possessed basic tactical prowess.

She slightly twisted her wrist, flicked her sword, and attacked the Barbarian Warrior, saying at the same time,

“Try a pincer attack?”

Upon hearing this, Sigrdrifa instantly understood, and her two-handed Battle Axe windmilled up from another direction to strike.

The Barbarian Warrior swung his Great Sword powerfully to block Sigrdrifa’s Battle Axe, while Aske had already seized the opportunity of his swinging sword to make a rapid stab from the right, shouting a reminder,

“Jump and slash!”

The Slice and Pierce Sword’s thrust was too fast, and the Barbarian Warrior, unable to block in time, had to step back to avoid it temporarily.

On the right, Sigrdrifa had already leaped high, her entire body taut as a bow in mid-air, and with both hands raised her Battle Axe above her head, using her whole body’s weight to fiercely chop down!

A loud crash nearly deafened those around.

The Barbarian Warrior, caught off guard, held his sword horizontally to block Sigrdrifa’s jumping slash, and the immense force made him stumble backward.

Through the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of cold light.

It was too late to dodge, and Aske’s sword tip grazed his throat.

“Beautiful,” Aske flicked the dirty blood from his sword and said to Sigrdrifa, “Next one?”

“Come on!” Sigrdrifa, reveling in the thrill of the battle, felt an impeccable synergy with Aske, and her confidence soared.

Excited, she said, “Quick, quick, let’s kill another!”

The two didn’t stop moving, quickly locking onto their next target.

A Barbarian Warrior who had just slain a Red-clothed Gladiator, pulling his Battle Axe from the body, saw the two charging towards him fiercely.

Facing two, the Barbarian Warrior showed no fear, axe in hand he carefully timed their charge and executed a Crescent Moon Slash.

Aske suddenly dropped to the ground in a slide, lowering his body to dodge the Crescent Moon Slash, and slid beneath the feet of the Barbarian Warrior.

Sigrdrifa, on the other hand, temporarily blocked with her axe, staggered by the Crescent Moon Slash.

As the Barbarian Warrior stepped forward to pursue, he saw Aske, who had just sprung from the ground, thrusting his sword upward, aiming for his jaw.

The Barbarian Warrior tilted his head to dodge and twisted his body to bring his Battle Axe down in a slanting chop.

Aske took a small leap backward to avoid, and Sigrdrifa, having regained her footing, viciously swung her Battle Axe to attack.

The Barbarian Warrior hastily blocked her axe, and behind him, Aske pushed off the ground to rush forward, his form swift like lightning, thrusting his sword tip against the opponent’s Chain Armor.

With his left hand pressing down on the pommel, he pushed forcefully, and the Slice and Pierce Sword tore through the iron rings and deeply stabbed into his opponent’s back.

“What about your sword?” As the body of the Barbarian Warrior fell to the ground, Sigrdrifa put away her Battle Axe and asked.

The Longsword, stuck in the torn Chain Armor, seemed difficult to pull out.

“Perfect time to switch weapons,” Aske released the hilt and casually picked up the giant axe from the ground.

The Duel Arena was a scene of intense combat, flesh and blood flying everywhere, heating the blood of the spectators who crazily threw coins onto the arena like rain.

From the top-tier box, the view was clearer; overall, the red team was at a disadvantage, basically losing two men for every one of the opponents’, but they managed to maintain a balance in numbers thanks to Aske and Sigrdrifa, who were specifically hunting down lone yellow-robed Barbarian Warriors.

“Who’s that ‘big guy’?” Michael suddenly asked, “The one who is teaming up with Achilles.”

“Helsing’s Sigrdrifa,” a guard officer brought over the Duel Arena roster, “A Northerner.”

“From Valangia?

Have we contacted him in advance?” Another guard officer asked skeptically, “Perhaps it’s Princess Zoe’s mandate.”

“Unlikely,” Michael countered, “Sigrdrifa is a female name from the North, and the Valangian Guard doesn’t recruit women.”

“So, she’s a woman?

Seems to have good combat skills,” said another guard officer, looking down, “And her stature is solid as well, 1.9 meters, as big as a brown bear.”

Laughter immediately filled the box.

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