vrcanaries Chapter 27 A Woman as Agile as a Leopard
Chapter 27 A Woman as Agile as a Leopard
Amidst the noisy crowd, Rogge quietly activated his Eye of Insight, his gaze locking onto the two remaining combatants from Gonde Village.
He needed to gather information to analyze the opponent's weaknesses for Gis:
Fieldsway Warrior
[Level: 21]
[Attributes: Strength 14, Agility 22, Constitution 18, Intelligence 8, Charisma 19]
[Combat Power: 2189 (Tier 3!)]
[Proficiency in one-handed, two-handed, and polearms: 140]
[Equipment: Foldable (clickable)]
Rogge's pupils contracted slightly. He hadn't expected that this seemingly slender woman was actually a genuine third-tier combatant!
His physique of 18 points was in no way inferior to the adult men present, and his agility of 22 points was even more terrifying.
Agility is directly related to reaction speed, attack frequency, and evasion ability in combat.
Women are faster and more explosive than 80% of the men off the field!
He reselected the detection target and looked at the burly man dressed as an axeman next to the woman:
Fieldsway Axeman
[Level: 21]
[Attributes: Strength 22, Agility 14, Constitution 18, Intelligence 6, Charisma 6]
[Combat Power: 2754 (Tier 3!)]
[Proficiency in one-handed, two-handed, and polearms: 200]
[Equipment: Foldable (clickable)]
After comparing them, although this axeman had a higher strength value, all his attributes were just average and there was nothing particularly outstanding about him.
Their overall strength is even weaker than that of the previously defeated Olsen and the veteran Járrolf on the field.
But female warriors are different.
With most men only having around ten points, her agility of 22 points, combined with a physique comparable to a strong man, made her the most unbearable opponent for the exhausted old Yar!
But old Járle on the field couldn't see any of this.
Or rather, apart from Rogge, no one else present could see any of this.
They lack Rogge's data-driven insight and are unable to directly perceive their opponent's true strength and weaknesses.
……
"I choose to continue fighting!"
These words weighed heavily on the hearts of the villagers of Duanpo Village.
Even though they could all guess old Jarl's choice, they were still moved by his resolute decision once again.
Many of the Duanpo Village girls and female warriors, who never showed any vulnerability in front of men, had red eyes and tears welling up in their eyes.
"Old leader, don't push yourself!"
"We've already won one game; the rest is up to the younger generation!"
Among the crowd, several middle-aged men who were usually able to persuade the elderly spoke first, their voices filled with anxiety.
"Yes, old chief!"
"Leave the rest to Lao Kui and the others. If you keep pushing yourself like this, your body won't be able to take it!"
The villagers of Duanpo Village were filled with voices of persuasion; none of them could bear to watch old Yar risk his life.
Everyone could see that old Jarl was exhausted. If he continued to compete, he would only be wasting his life!
At his age, if he were to suffer another knife wound or another serious injury, it's uncertain whether he could survive...
But old Yar simply shook his head toward his own villagers, raised his hand to stop them.
The clamor of persuasion gradually subsided, and silence fell over the area.
Old Yar knew all too well the significance of this duel.
The lord was determined to increase taxes, and only the final winner between the two villages could barely maintain the peaceful life that the villagers had originally lived.
If they lose, the entire village will have to tighten their belts and live a life of hardship, barely having enough to eat.
The more effort he puts into exhausting the opponent on the field, the better his village's chances of winning in the future!
Old Yar's gaze swept over the remaining two men from Gangde Village. Based on his half-life of fighting experience, he could roughly gauge their strength limits just by looking at their armor and posture.
Old Jarl wasn't confident he could beat any of them when he was exhausted.
He couldn't put the burden on his two juniors, especially Giss, that sixteen-year-old boy!
……
The cavalry commander, acting as the arbiter, slowly walked to Old Yar's side.
His gaze swept over the valiant old man, Yar, and a hint of undisguised admiration and appreciation flashed in his eyes.
He has seen too many strong people and too many cowards.
Many people, for a pittance of profit, are even willing to betray their own tribes, going against their conscience.
But this old man, Yar, was willing to risk his life to protect the entire village.
"Rolf Jarre".
"You have the option to continue winning!"
"According to the rules, you can choose one of the remaining two opponents from Gond Village as your opponent!"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in both villages turned their attention back to old Yar, to see what he would choose.
The villagers of Duanpo Village seemed to hold their breath.
The villagers of Gangde Village, who had just lost a match, didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
Old Yar's gaze swept over the remaining two people in Gangde Village, and he quickly made a calculation in his mind.
In his eyes, the burly man had broad shoulders and a robust build, and at first glance, he looked like a weaker version of "Ossen"!
In contrast, the woman was tall and slender. In his preconceived notion, no matter how strong a woman was, she couldn't possibly be a match for a burly man who had been fighting for years...
Old Jarl quickly made a decision in his heart.
If Duanpo Village wins just one more match, they will achieve final victory!
When choosing an opponent, one should naturally pick a "weak" one.
He was already at the end of his stamina; if he chose that energetic and incredibly strong axeman, who also carried a heavy shield,
Forget about exhausting the opponent's stamina, they probably couldn't even withstand a single move, making their participation pointless.
I'll choose her.
Old Yar pointed to the short-haired blonde female warrior.
"As expected." Roger sighed inwardly. This was probably the choice most people would make.
None of the people present had a panel like his that could see through the true combat strength.
People generally rely on first impressions, physical appearance, and weaponry to judge the strength of their opponents.
The villagers of Duanpo Village did not breathe a sigh of relief at Old Yar's choice; whispers arose from the crowd:
"We chose this woman... Please, old chief, nothing bad should happen to you!"
In the arena, the female soldier whose name was called showed no emotion whatsoever, as if she had expected it all along.
She calmly and steadily placed the pirate helmet she was holding on her head, then held her sword in both hands and assumed a ready stance.
Once all irrelevant personnel had left, the cavalry commander loudly announced:
"The duel begins!"
Unlike Olsen, the female warrior did not roar and attack fiercely. She approached Old Yar with extremely fast steps, but always precisely stayed outside Old Yar's attack range!
The female warrior maintained a delicate distance from old Yar at all times, constantly changing her position and circling around him, forcing him to exert himself and exhaust himself. He patiently waited for his prey to make a mistake, like a female leopard.
Old Yar took a deep breath, held the newly replaced round shield across his chest, and assumed a defensive stance once again.
This time, his goal was not to defeat his opponent, but to exhaust his opponent's strength as much as possible. If he could win by chance, that would be the best outcome.
Old Yar decided to proceed cautiously, waiting for the opponent to lose patience and reveal a weakness.
But the woman didn't give him a chance at all.
Each of her probing thrusts was so fast that old Jarl could only barely parry; the blade sometimes aimed directly at his face, and sometimes at his groin...
Every move forced him to fight back with all his might, and with each time he raised his shield, old Jarl's breathing became more rapid.
He tried to retaliate with his sword, but every time he swung it, the woman would easily jump away from his attack range.
Old Yar was already exhausted, and every parry and every swing of his sword was draining the last bit of strength from his body.
His breathing grew heavier and heavier, until finally, even the speed at which he raised his shield slowed down, his arms feeling as heavy as lead...
Old Yar's vision blurred, his shield-wielding hand trembled more and more, and his mind went blank...
He was so disoriented that he couldn't even tell what he was doing or what he was supposed to be doing!
Just a few minutes into the fight, Old Yar, who had intended to wear down his opponent, ended up becoming his sparring partner instead.
The female soldier's breathing remained steady and even, and not a single drop of sweat appeared on her forehead.
Old Yar's mind grew increasingly muddled, and during a moment when he was nearly unconscious, the woman precisely seized the opportunity!
She didn't want to delay any longer!
He lunged forward, his long, slender fingers gripping the edge of the shield.
Old Yar reacted instinctively, and she suddenly exerted her strength to break through Old Yar's defenses and kicked him hard in the chest!
"Bang!"
The round shield slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a dull thud.
Old Yar didn't even get a chance to cry out in pain before he fell straight backward.
……
"Old Chief!"
Like a war elephant, Gis charged headlong, ignoring the seven or eight villagers who were being knocked off balance, and headed towards where old Yar was.
"Old Yar!" The villagers of Duanpo Village erupted in cheers, rushing towards the field in a swarm of shouts.
Seeing the figure charging towards them like a giant bear, the female warrior from Gand Village, standing not far from Old Yar, suddenly narrowed her eyes.
She instinctively took two steps back towards her own villagers, carefully avoiding the swarm of Duanpo villagers.
Once she was sure it was safe, she stood tall and proud, never glancing at the fallen old man again, and quietly waited for the cavalry commander to come forward and announce the final verdict.
The cavalry commander also quickly stepped onto the field. He dismissed the villagers of Duanpo who rushed forward, leaving only a few men who were already standing next to old Yar.
He crouched down, his fingertips probing old Jarl's nostrils to carefully examine his injuries.
After some searching and checking, his brows furrowed deeply.
"Commander, how... how is our Yar?" Gis asked, his voice trembling and choked with sobs.
The cavalry commander carefully reviewed old Yar's case again, and the conclusion he reached made his expression very solemn:
"The situation is very bad... His breathing is very weak, I'm afraid he won't make it."
Upon hearing the cavalry commander's words, a wave of incredulous cries of grief swept through the crowd, and Giss gripped the cavalry commander's hand tightly:
"Commander, I beg you, please save our old leader!"
"I'm sorry, I'm not a doctor, and there's nothing I can do..."
"A doctor?!"
"Uncle... Uncle Kui! Aren't you the doctor? Quickly save the old chief!"
Giss suddenly turned his head to look at the middle-aged man squatting on the ground beside him, holding a sword in his hands.
The man was already examining old Yar, checking his injuries and helping him breathe.
Then, he looked troubled as he spoke to the surrounding villagers:
"The old leader's condition is very bad..."
"I...I'm not skilled enough to treat such a serious injury, and besides, there's no life-saving medicine!"
"medicine?
A life-saving drug?!
It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck Giss's mind; he remembered something!