A sharp gust of wind pressed down on him, ruffling his long hair, but Čech remained calm and motionless.
Amidst the eerie wailing sounds, as the massive iron spiked Wolf Fang was about to smash into his forehead, some of the more timid spectators below seemed to already envision the gruesome scene of the slender, tall Chambord warrior's skull shattering and brains spilling out. Some were even so terrified that they covered their eyes...
But at this very moment--
Click! Click!! Click!!!
A series of soft cracking sounds slowly approached.
The battle took an incredible turn in the blink of an eye.
On the testing platform, everything instantly went from motion to stillness.
The powerful Good Warrior, charging like a savage beast, suddenly came to a complete halt, as did the terrifyingly heavy Wolf Fang club in his hands. Just moments before, these two massive iron spiked clubs seemed capable of tearing the heavens and earth apart, but now they stood frozen in mid-air.
At this moment, they could not advance even the slightest bit further.
What stops them is the fingers.
Two fingers that are not very thick.
Petr Čech, who had remained calm throughout, simply extended two fingers, the tips of which touched the tip of the Wolf Fang club, instantly neutralizing Good's frenzied, all-out attack.
No, it's not just about deflecting attacks.
They also defeated their opponent.
Soon, all the spectators below the testing platform gaped in disbelief, their jaws nearly dropping to their sides.
They stared in disbelief as white cracks appeared on the Good warrior's Wolf Fang, centered on the expressionless Chambord warrior's finger. The cracks then spread like a spider, until the massive iron weapons turned into pieces of varying sizes and fell to the ground.
"Hiss..."
The bearded Good warrior stared at the broken handle of the remaining Iron Spike Giant Club in his hand, his face pale as if he had seen a ghost, and his legs began to tremble.
With a single finger, he could shatter a pair of forged iron hammers, demonstrating that the two were not even on the same level. If the opponent wished, he could even turn him into minced meat with a single finger.
"You've lost." Čech withdrew his finger and said softly, "I don't want to kill anyone. Jump off the fencing platform yourself!"
"I..." The bearded warrior from the Good Kingdom wanted to say something, but when he saw the broken iron on the ground, all his courage vanished. He paused for a moment, then turned and jumped off the sword-testing platform.
"First game of the high-stakes match: Petr Čech Chambord City wins!"
The referee loudly announced the winner of the first round between the masters from the Good Kingdom and Kingdom of Chambord. His voice carried far and wide through the sound transmission magic circle that had been set up on the sword-testing platform, reaching the ears of everyone present.
" Čech! Čech!! Petr Čech!!!"
No one expected that the first match between the masters of the two countries would produce such a wonderful situation. Although there was no scene of fierce fighting with soaring Dou Qi auras, amazing destructive power, flying stone chips and dust, the sight of Čech in light armor shattering a giant iron club with a single finger still shocked everyone watching the match.
The visual impact of this shocking scene far surpassed any earth-shattering fight. The thousands of onlookers, awakened from their shock by the referee's voice, immediately began chanting Čech's name wildly, creating an extremely exciting scene.
On the sword-testing platform, Chekh, with his slender figure accentuated by simple and unadorned light armor, his black cloak fluttering in the wind, and his long, curly Čech dancing wildly like a waterfall, exuded an indescribable charm, showcasing the demeanor of a warrior and commander to the fullest.
Sun Fei laughed and clapped loudly in the rest area in the distance.
More than fifty Chambord Saint excitedly pounded their shields with their giant axes, producing a series of clanging sounds as they cheered on their commander.
This was the first time the Saint had ever seen Čech make a move.
They hadn't expected that Commander Čech, who usually seemed unusually low-key and rarely showed his strength, and whom they considered inferior to the Heng and Ha Generals ] and the King's personal guards, who were recognized as top experts in the expeditionary force, actually possessed such high strength. Looking at the commander on the testing platform, who exuded arrogance in his silence, every Saint felt their blood boiling.
"Another expert has appeared in Chambord City!"
" Petr Čech? I don't think I've heard of him before, but seeing how he shattered his opponent's heavy weapon with a single finger without even using his Dou Qi, he might have a chance to break into the top ten of the Northern Theater Command's expert rankings!"
"Such formidable strength! He shattered a giant iron rod with a single finger. Hmm, his strength has probably advanced to the Five-Star Class?"
"Hmm, a decent expert. Let's see if we can poach him from King of Chambord's ranks!"
In the VIP stands of the forty-fourth testing platform, the sight of this scene greatly shocked these high-ranking figures. Amidst the surprised discussions, some people's eyes gleamed, and they were already planning to poach the contestants.
In fact, the Imperial Martial Combat Competition has always been a grand event for the various nobles and forces within the empire to discover talent. After taking a liking to some of the vassal state warriors who have shown their strength through the competition, many nobles will try to recruit these warriors into their own forces through means of wooing or threatening them.
Although these actions were carried out in secret, they were actually tacitly approved by the imperial high command. Some even likened such behavior to harvesting leeks, with the three years between each Martial Combat Competition serving as a breeding period. Once the strength of each vassal state had grown again, it would be time to harvest the leeks.
The reasons for this are rather complex.
The empire does not fully trust any of its vassal states. After all, there are countless instances on the Azeroth Continent where vassal states have risen to power and overthrown monarchies. Even the Zenit Empire itself was built on the foundation of the Spartak Empire. Therefore, by 'harvesting' its vassal states, the empire can both strengthen itself and silently weaken their power. This is one of the empire's methods of maintaining a balance of power among its vassal states.
Of course, this poaching attempt doesn't always succeed.
In the Azeroth Continent, once a true warrior has pledged allegiance to his King, he generally does not pledge allegiance to anyone else.
This is one of the ancient honors and beliefs of the samurai.
Unfortunately, in this continent governed by the law of the jungle, while some uphold Glory and beliefs, others choose money and status. Even King with loyal warriors, when faced with the enticements and threats from the powerful nobles and military of the capital, will hastily choose to end their master-servant relationship with their warriors, handing over their loyal warriors to the nobles of the capital.
This has happened far too many times in the past twenty years.
During this period, King of Chambord suddenly appeared and made a name for himself, and the strength of Chambord City increased dramatically, shocking the entire capital. However, in the eyes of some people, it was a piece of fat meat that was rolling in oil, and everyone wanted to 'harvest' this piece of fat meat and digest it into their own power.
They were like patient and ferocious wolves, quietly lurking and waiting for their chance.
And now, the opportunity has arrived.
Find the experts in Chambord City, and then secretly use various means to lure and Chambord them over.
No one believed that Chambord City was a monolithic entity. They thought that those experts who came from the poor, remote, and barren north would remain unmoved by the enticements of the empire's high-ranking officials and the sudden influx of money and status.
The chives are growing incredibly lush; it's harvest season again.
In the next six high-level matches, the Chambord City team swept aside the Good Kingdom with overwhelming speed and devastation.
The five players—[ the Heng and Ha Generals ], Fernando Torres, Prison Warden Oleg, and Philip Inzaghi— took turns appearing and defeated their opponents.
Prince Drenthe of the Good Kingdom, one of the Seven Wolves among the elite warriors of the King family, known as the Black Wolf, was the last to appear. He lasted the longest on the testing platform, fighting the blond youth Torres for over twenty minutes. In the end, however, he was no match for the unpredictable arrows shot from Torres' longbow. He was pierced in the left shoulder, losing most of his fighting ability, and had no choice but to admit defeat and jump off the testing platform.
These six high-level matches captivated the audience around the No. 44 sword-testing platform.
The skill displayed by the expert in Chambord shocked everyone.
The sheer power and overwhelming strength of Drogba and Pierce, the incredible defense of the warden Oleg's bulky frame and his bizarre shockwave punches, Fernando Torres's flowing blond hair, graceful and elegant figure, and unbelievable archery skills, and the elusive assassination techniques of that thin, shy, handsome young man...
The extraordinary fighting skills displayed by each of the Chambord masters left every spectator who chose to watch the battles on the 44th testing platform thoroughly entertained, shouting with excitement and glad they had chosen to come and watch the match.
Some mischievous bards had even privately given the six Chambord masters who had displayed formidable strength in succession imposing nicknames, and before the battle was even over, they were already eagerly chanting and spreading them among the crowd...
"[ White-Haired Swift Sword ] Paul Pierce, that's the ruthless swordsman under King of Chambord. His body is as strong as an ox, and his longsword is as fast as lightning... Gods above, no one can see the trajectory of his sword. When you feel the wind brush past your body, it means you are already dead..."
"[ Black-Haired Berserk Fist ] Didier Drogba, that's a mighty warrior under Alexander Great, the King of the North. His body is stronger than a sea of monsters, and his fists can shatter stars. Poor thing, don't try to provoke this Chambord warrior, or his fists can crush everything you have..."
"[ The Despairer ] Fat Oleg, he's a gigantic, monstrous battlefield beast. Even dragons would feel despair facing him. His body can withstand any attack, his fists can tear the earth apart. Poor souls, facing him, you'll only feel an abyss of despair..."
"[ Shattering Finger ] Petr Čech, his fingers can crush fine iron, crush everything..."
"[ Son of the Wind ] Fernando Torres, his arrows are faster than the wind, his graceful figure is more elegant than the wind..."
"[ Shadow's Crafty Stab ] Inzaghi, any enemy should pray they never see him, for by the time you do, his dagger will already be piercing your heart..."
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