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  After experiencing three major battles, the militia of Florence had always been able to win with fewer numbers, but today's scene where fifty or sixty people were facing off against a dozen or so opponents was simply inexplicable; the militiamen of Florence who picked up their weapons were somewhat sluggish.

  This time they didn't charge, but instead taunted and sneered at the paladins with contemptuous faces.

  Fei Luo shook his head vigorously, this height was not even as long as his chopping knife, he only needed one slash to take down several, it was really not challenging at all. The Panda Warriors didn't even have a single person wearing the white silver armor, they just drew out the three-edged demon-hunting spear from their backs, without even putting down their wine cups. The forty-eight hippopotamus poets were truly crying and laughing at the same time, did they also want to bully the few with the many like the Mastiff people?

  The holy knights were stunned, they didn't expect a group of bandits to be so brazen in the city of Valencia, and to dare draw their swords in front of the mysterious holy knights.

  The holy knights were fanatical and dedicated, but that didn't mean they lacked the most basic martial common sense. The group of sturdy and strong Bimon in front of them, each with a long breath, calm expression, clearly didn't put them in their eyes at all.

  The leader of the Holy Knights, Joaquin, knew that as soon as he entered, he would have to open his mouth and make a big speech. Now it's hard to take back, so he let out a low growl, and the atmosphere instantly reached its boiling point. Just as he was about to rush up and fight with all his might, he was stopped by a stern shout.

  "Stop!"

  A female knight clad in a finely crafted Milanese armor slowly walked into the already damaged bar entrance, with her helmet tucked under her arm. The female knight had a rare gemstone-colored long hair, and her beautiful face showed an unstoppable heroic spirit. The sword hilt on her chest plate was inlaid with precious gems of various colors, vividly lifelike. A golden short flute hung from a silver chain around her neck, which was exposed from the gap between her collar armor.

  "Knights, your actions are truly disappointing! What were you thinking, rushing in and injuring Saint Joan like that?" The female knight scolded the brainless holy knights.

  At her rebuke, all the knights hastily lowered their heads and retreated to one side. Even Huajin, this arrogant and proud holy knight, did not dare to be slow in the slightest.

  The female holy knight stared at Liu, and Liu was also staring at her. The only difference between the two was that Old Liu's eyes were always fixed on the other person's chest, while the female holy knight was sizing him up from head to toe.

  "It's no wonder you defeated the Paladins of the Twin Dragon Festival, Richard. Indeed, your bravery is extraordinary." The female holy knight elegantly introduced herself: "I am Garcia, Vice-Commander of the Holy Knights of the Jewel Sword Oak Leaf."

  "Dragon Knight Garcia, don't be polite, say what you want." Liu Zhen was taken aback and burst out laughing. This little girl was surrounded by a dragon's aura from head to toe, with a dragon flute hanging around her neck - she must be another Dragon Knight of the Church.

  "As a revered dragon worshiper, respected Lord Richard, if there's a need for us to cross swords and exchange words, that's another matter. Can't you first release our Saint Jeanne?" Garcia Knight neither acknowledged nor denied being a Dragon Knight. Her gaze and tone were as calm as a boulder, not revealing any inner turmoil.

  "There's not a single problem." Liu Zhen looked at the tearful, grief-stricken little nun and said: "Little nun, someone has come to pick you up. Hurry up and leave, don't bother me again!"

  Little nun Jeanne stared stubbornly at Old Liu, tightly biting her beautiful lips, and her heart was obviously filled with hatred.

  "If you don't leave now, I'll pinch you again." Liu Zhen shook his hand to scare her.

  The little nun tilted her head, and tears fell like pearls cut off from a thread. But she stood there motionless, like an old tree in the forest. Liu's massive paws stopped just short of the little nun's violently heaving, full, and plump chest, less than half an inch away.

  To others, it seemed like he was being even more stubborn.

  "Imperial edict!" Liu Zhen's face was filled with annoyance, the Holy Knight and Dragon Knight he didn't even put in his eyes, this little nun was really troublesome.

  "You are my hundredth evil target to be purified." The little nun said with a red rim around her eyes, but in an exceptionally firm tone.

  "You actually... Saint Joan..." Garcia's eyes, like a blazing fire in the hearth, stared fixedly at Old Liu: "...dare not believe it! How could the noble dragon clan choose a scoundrel like you as the Dragon Sacrifice? Do you have the guts to duel with me?"

  Although Nana and Daisy's faces had been tempered for so long, they still couldn't help but blush when they heard this.

  "Win, and you can take her away! Lose, and you can still take her away, but you have to promise me one thing on behalf of the Vatican." Liu was overjoyed.

  "I swear to you on my life that I will do it as far as my abilities allow. It's not spacious enough here, and it's easy to hurt innocent people when fighting, follow me to the arena." The Dragon Knight Garcia nodded, made a graceful turn, and his sky-blue cloak opened up an arc, walking out of the bar.

  "Ooh~~~ there's a fight~~~" The militia burst into laughter and followed, while Old Liu and the rest of the Holy Knights hadn't moved yet. They had already swarmed out in a crowd, too many people, squeezed together at the door, forming a lump. All that could be heard was the dull thud of the bar's large door, which no longer had a push-pull door, but was forcibly squeezed and battered open by several hippopotamus poets to create a passageway.

  The bar owner wants to cry.

  Watching the lord and his entourage leave, Rosy, the captain, her spirit wife, and Vice-captain Tegowarrior Dekanorio conferred with each other and decided to follow them to see if this dragon priest was really as legendary as the rumors said. If so, it wouldn't be too late to surrender then.

  Apart from his own eyes, the mercenary still had some doubts about the rumored things.

  The Colosseum in Valencia was designed with a semi-elliptical shape, with giant Byzantine columns carved with mythological heroic figures on top, looking like a huge hollowed-out stone egg that can hold tens of thousands of spectators. The entire marble structure made Helen and the two sceptre-bearing priests envious, compared to the arena in the northern province of Wieserspont, which was all wooden, it's just a beastly pen.

  The person in charge of the arena was a member of the Sharuba family, who turned pale upon hearing that Dragon Knight Garcia wanted to duel with Viscount Bimon here. While nodding in agreement, he secretly gave a signal to his attendant beside him. Although not privy to the Sharuba family's highest secrets, it was common knowledge within the family that they had private dealings with Viscount Bimon.

  Humans and Beamon. In this ancient hobby of the Colosseum, nothing has changed with the passage of time. On the specially arranged VIP seats, the Holy Knights and the nobles of Florence welcomed the opening ceremony of the Colosseum together.

  Winter season, the Colosseum is open for business, mainly featuring gladiator versus gladiator battles. At this time, many ferocious beasts have already begun hibernation, but despite the suddenness of the event, the well-trained staff of the Colosseum quickly made preparations. One after another, ancient-style chariots emerged from the underground tunnels and circled the arena. The spear-wielding warriors on board were identical to those depicted in the stories of the ancient Olympic era. Their muscular bodies were fully exposed, without a stitch of clothing, as they flexed their muscles to the cheers of the crowd, waving white handkerchiefs wildly.

  It seems that the news has spread quickly. On the platform of the stage, many ordinary people have already sat down, and the number is still increasing.

  In the center of the Colosseum, there was a ten-blade-high stone platform, where a female commentator stood in the middle of an amplification magic array. She was sweetly and annoyingly loud, chatting with a dwarf man, praising the gladiators on the chariots for their robust physiques and bravery in battle. The dwarf's height wasn't even comparable to their third leg. This boring joke triggered a series of laughter from the audience in the stands.

  Right behind them, pairs of gladiators also stepped into the arena with shields and battle-axes, engaging in fierce combat. The shields clashed violently, echoing loudly off the circular floor of the arena, as blood splattered everywhere. The audience cheered and waved white handkerchiefs wildly, some of whom had not even had time to take their seats, shouting "Good!" while enduring the angry curses of those behind them who were blocked from view.

  The victorious gladiators proudly raised the battle-axes and shields in their hands, dragging their opponents back to the Gate of Peace. Following closely behind, a lion also emerged from the beast den, and a robust gladiator stepped out of the Gate of Peace with large strides, bare-handed and empty-fisted, and fought a topsy-turvy battle with this golden-maned lion, leaping up and down.

  The holy knights were watching with great interest, while the riffraff from Florence were almost asleep. They were all seasoned veterans who had fought on the edge of knives and could see at a glance that these were just fancy tricks that wouldn't cause any real harm. As for the lion fight, it was even more nonsense - purely a performance. The lions were well-trained and wouldn't really bite anyone. To be honest, most of them had already had their teeth filed down.

  The Marquis of Capri and the Earl of Toti soon arrived, quietly pulling aside the followers of Viscount Bimon, and after understanding the situation, the two heads of the Charlab family suddenly had a headache, scolding the Viscount of Florence in their hearts as a troublemaker, while smiling on their faces.

  "Marquis Capello, of course, did not dare to take charge, hesitated for half a day, and didn't say a word. She even didn't know when the Dragon Knight Lord Dolotte came. In the past, two dragon knights visited Dolotte, which was absolutely an honorable thing. However, now that there is another one, Viscount Bimon, who is meddling in this, the public executioner's heart is not at peace. This Viscount Bimon's arrogance he knows, if a fight breaks out in the city, Marquis Capello knows that this double dragon sacrifice will not bring these Bimon generals to Dolotte and kill them all."

  He absolutely believes this guy can do such a thing.

  "We are the representatives of God's will, the holy knights who eradicate evil existence, not clowns who perform to please the audience." Dragon Knight Garcia politely declined Moe's suggestion.

  "There are also Templars under my command, if the human Templars are conservative, then let's have the Mongolian Temple Knights make a fool of themselves." Liu Zhen was taken aback and smiled, turning his head to say to Gu De: "Honorable Temple Knight Mr. Gu De Johnson, do you have confidence?"

  "Die before me, you bear board! I'm absolutely confident! Or should I play a couple of rounds with the Holy Knight first?" Pan Shuai blinked a few times, clenching his fist and cracking his knuckles loudly.

  The holy knights stared at the thick and rough fingers of Goodhulk, which only became apparent when they were beside these sturdy men, how robust and terrifying this group was.

  "Me too!"

  "Me too!!"

  The militiamen cheered, Fei Luo and Ao Bao shouted the loudest, Ao Bao waved the fake "Rage of the Gods" back and forth in his hand. They were so excited they were almost dying, their faces full of expression.

  "Stop it!" The boss's wife, Jingyu, frowned, and now is not the time to tear her face apart. If things go wrong, it won't be easy to fix.

  "With respect, Mr. Capero, how many more beasts do you have?" Liu Zhen asked.

  "There are a few hibernating polar bears and some lions." Count Toti said with a smile.

  "Don't bother distinguishing between the front and back lines, wake up all those hibernating brown bears. Gu De, you go down there and take care of them one by one. Leave the remaining ones to me and Fei Gao, he's been here for a good while now, it's time for him to see some blood." Mo Er waved her small hand, wiping away the militia's request to join the battle.

  "Let's just do what she said." Liu Zhen nodded.

  Count Toti immediately nodded and went to prepare. Only Marquis Capero was left here, treading on thin ice as he accompanied the guests. The two groups of people were suddenly at odds with each other, neither daring to offend the other. The servants quickly brought over some exquisite snacks, which they devoured eagerly, stuffing their pockets full, and their little faces were filled with happiness.

  The audience on the platform is getting more and more, Dragon Knight Garcia frowned, but couldn't say anything.

  "Across the street, the Goethe Theater is hosting a performance of The Royal Opera of San Antonio's production of "The Last Cavalier". But I hear there's a gladiatorial contest at the arena, so maybe everyone has gone there instead. The soldiers I brought are already organizing to get in."

  The Marquis of Capero noticed the displeasure of Garcia, the Dragon Knight, and spoke cautiously.

  "Enjoying the game is their right. Don't stir up a riot, let them in, and when the time comes, donate some of the ticket revenue to our monastery to set up a charity house." Garcia Knight smiled faintly.

  "That's for sure... That's for sure..." Marquis Capello was filled with doubts in his heart. It wasn't surprising that Viscount Demont could come, but it was a bit strange that the Dragon Knight of the Order of the Golden Sword came. He wanted to ask what was going on.

  But I restrained myself.

  Some things are better left unknown.

  But surprisingly, the Holy Knight also had a good head for economics, and Liu Zhen and several bosses took a closer look at this beautiful female dragon knight.

  Good and Mole stood up together and followed the leading girl to the inner passage that led to the backstage.

  "Is she going to fight the beast too? Oh God! She's so brave!" The little nun's nose tip broke out in a layer of fine sweat, looking at Moer's back with excitement.

  "She's still a child!" Jingyu whispered into Old Liu's ear, her tone full of strong reproach.

  Liu Zhen was speechless, unable to utter a word, and he also felt a little regretful. It wasn't because the other party had some kind of fatherly figure or anything like that, nor was it because of any holy knight nonsense. It was purely because he regretted having just taken advantage of a young girl. But now that things have been done, what can be said? Most of the culprits were also impulsive, not intentionally trying to do bad things.

  "It's better to die with dignity than live in shame." Nana said with a smile.

  "It's indeed like this." Old Liu himself also acknowledged it.

  A burst of collective laughter.

  Mo'er lightly flew to the heavy sword position at the bottom of the circular arena, she was the first to appear, her national beauty stunned the audience on the seven-blade high platform, even the dwarf commentator and female host were dizzy.

  It was silent for a long time, with only heavy breathing coming from the loudspeaker.

  A loud "creaking" sound of rolling wheels, the iron gate of the four beast dens in the north rose up. With a fierce cracking of whips, four hungry lions slowly emerged from their dens, their mouths hanging with a thread of blood. The beasts in the arena were usually fed only half the amount they needed to maintain their ferocity, and the long-term starving beasts were the most ferocious.

  The iron gate of the beast cave fell heavily with a "bang".

  The audience gathered on the stands had already reached three to four thousand, cheering and shouting, a huge wave of sound gathering even more energy in the circular arena.

  This gladiatorial combat has thrilled the entire audience. In the past, only strong and muscular slave warriors had the privilege of fighting ferocious beasts, but today, seeing a slender yet beautiful girl take the stage is even more stimulating.

  The little nun clutched her clothes tightly on the VIP podium, trembling all over, but her eyes never left the arena below. She kept crossing herself and muttering to herself.

  Ma Er looked around the surroundings, on the vast marble floor, in addition to the darkened bloodstains of years past, there were also many scars left by weapons, she was very satisfied with this place. Fei Gao's large build would not be constrained in this kind of grand arena-like beast fighting arena.

  Perhaps stimulated by the audience's cheers, the four lions almost roared, filling the air with their wild voices, suppressing all the surrounding noise.

  Mo'er waved her hand and released Figeo from the spatial ring. At the same time, Grevin, the lord of the Tidal Kingdom, also came out. The two men each held a giant bridge made of wooden boards in their hands. Figeo's face was stuck with a bunch of paper notes, his weapons and armor were piled beside him, and he was wearing only a warrior's uniform, with his fingers still scratching his big toes.

  The cheers and applause around him suddenly stopped, and everyone was stunned into silence.

  Maurice then pulled Gren into the ring and pointed at the four male lions for Figo.

  Ben-Hur: "Huzzah!" The Colosseum erupted in a frenzy.

  It's too terrifying! There are actually such frightening and powerful warriors!

  Apart from Dragon Knight Garcia, the rest of the Holy Knights' faces twitched as if they had a stroke. They vaguely guessed that this was Bennia Road Warrior, but how could the whale warrior in the sea come ashore? Even Capeiro Marquis, who was so deep and profound, couldn't help but be shocked. It turned out that this Lord of Bimon had experienced two major wars with the Kingdom of Dolotte and still hadn't used his full strength.

  He looked at Liu's shocking gaze, first with a wave of admiration, then turned into deep fear.

  Four lions retreated backwards at the same time, in front of the massive body of the whale warrior, they and a small mouse stood before the big cat without distinction.

  Fei Gao's mouth curled up in a smile, and his entire body's joints made a loud cracking sound, as if they were being squeezed. His body gradually shrank down, becoming only three feet tall, his height reduced by half.

  Four lions that were retreating looked at each other, and all of them hesitated for a moment. With their intelligence, they obviously couldn't understand why the huge opponent had suddenly shrunk by half.

  "What... what kind of martial skill is this?" The noble guest couldn't help but ask as he looked at the Dragon Knight Garcia on stage.

  "This is the 'cartilage skill' of the Octopus Clan Warriors, my Whale Warrior used to be a member of the Imperial Guard, so he also learned this rough technique. A 500-pound octopus warrior can use the 'cartilage skill' to pass through a hole the size of a coin, but my Whale Warrior can't do it, he can only shrink his body by half for a short time." Lord Bimon said with a very humble tone, but his expression didn't seem to have any hint of humility.

  Liu Zhen's words were not yet finished, but Fei Gao's matter had already been settled.

  This guy very unceremoniously drew out his own huge sword, stepped forward, and the audience on the platform only felt a piercing gust of wind. In the arena, this giant warrior had already flipped over two lions with one swing, kicked one flying, and this lion flew directly onto the platform, causing another big commotion. Fortunately, the lion had been kicked in half, so the chaos didn't last long. The remaining lion escaped, and its choice was correct given the size of the arena.

  A massive water column spouted from Phi Kao's mouth, like an iron rod heavily striking the escaping lion. The poor lion was knocked flying tens of feet away, and crashed heavily into a marble wall, leaving behind a long trail of blood as it fell.

  "Magic and martial arts dual cultivation!" The Holy Knight has already made his move.

  "What is Mo Wu Double Cultivation? Which whale wouldn't spit out a water pillar from its mouth?" Liu Zhenlei burst into loud laughter.

  The confidence in Longqi Shi Jia's eyes disappeared bit by bit.