Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters-Chapter 988 - 49 Another Hunt (Conclusion)
Chapter 988 -49 Another Hunt (Conclusion)
[Hunting Ground]
The Silver Knight was skillfully teasing prey on the east side of the hunting ground when sharp-eyed spectators noticed something unusual on the other side:
“Look! That blonde kid is still alive!”
“Ah?”
“Heh, he’s not dead? Lucky him.”
“No! Why is he still walking towards the center of the hunting ground?”
The noblemen and women watching the event had thought Earl Harlan would at least be gravely injured, if not dead.
Therefore, when they witnessed the blonde gladiator stagger to his feet and once again walk alone towards the bull, they were indescribably shocked.
Seeing Siegfried return to the stage brought a faint smile to Little Hernan’s lips.
He lightly waved his lance flag, and immediately eight more gladiators entered the arena. Among them, four were mounted and four on foot, each bearing lance flags or capes.
Little Hernan’s eight assistants spread out around Siegfried, keeping a distance of a dozen meters from him.
Seeing everything was ready, Little Hernan on horseback took off his hat adorned with large feathers and elegantly waved it to the audience as a salute.
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Then, Little Hernan drove the bull towards where Siegfried was.
But he did not let the bull charge directly at Siegfried.
When the bull was less than twenty meters away from Siegfried, two of Little Hernan’s assistants took the initiative to “take over” the bull.
Among them, the mounted assistant was tall, continuously tapping his spurs with the lance. The shorter foot assistant, on the other hand, let out loud, sharp shouts.
The actions of the two assistants successfully diverted the bull’s attention.
Confused by the sudden noise and adversaries, the bull stopped pursuing Little Hernan and did not charge at Siegfried either.
After a moment’s hesitation, the bull attacked the foot assistant.
The attacked, short assistant, far from scared, was delighted. His face showed no fear as he spread his cape and circled the bull with big steps.
But how could two legs outrun four? In a few steps, the bull had caught up with the short assistant.
Just as the bull’s horns were about to skewer the short assistant through, the high-held cape created an illusion for the bull, making it think it was about to crash into some massive object.
So the bull swung its horns sharply upwards.
The short assistant took advantage of the bull’s slowed momentum as it raised its horns, using his cape to guide the bull alongside him, narrowly avoiding the horns.
He then leaped to the side and behind the bull, folding his cape and quickly retreating to a distance.
The bull suddenly lost its target and stood panting heavily.
With this fluid movement, the short assistant won applause from the entire audience, and he too took off his hat, waving it to thank the clapping noblemen and women.
Thus, the bull stopped about ten meters away from Siegfried, and Little Hernan’s assistants quietly retreated, clearing space.
Most of the nobles watching the spectacle did not understand the undercurrents beneath the surface; they thought Little Hernan was a pre-arranged rescuer.
But seeing “resurrected” Earl Harlan continue to fight in the arena, many applauded sincerely.
Siegfried, standing in the center of the hunting ground, understood—this was “Little Hernan’s assistance”.
Only now did he have the leisure to take a good look at his opponent for the first time.
The bull’s tongue hung out, and white saliva dripped from its mouth. This wild creature was now exhausted, its shiny black fur under its neck stained with blood.
It was seriously injured, with wounds inflicted by Siegfried still bleeding, especially the last almost fatal strike.
Yet its expression was calm—as it had been from the very beginning.
Siegfried looked down at the rapier and cloak in his hands; regardless of how the duel had started, it could only end with one party’s death.
Siegfried slowly raised the rapier and swung the cloak.
The bull charged again.
To face a gigantic beast weighing nearly seven hundred kilograms charging at thirty kilometers per hour and not instinctively turn to flee took praiseworthy bravery.
But Siegfried had to do something even more difficult, he had to sink a slender, curved sword into the bull’s heart.
Siegfried stood bare-chested—his clothes had been cut open and torn off by Farnan—standing steady, wielding the cloak lightly with just his right hand.
He trusted Farnan’s judgment, and Farnan had not let him down.
The bull indeed charged straight at the cloak, not the human hidden at the edge of the cloak.
The onlooking crowd didn’t understand what Siegfried was doing; they only saw the bull running madly at him, while Siegfried stood motionless.
As the golden-haired “beauty” was about to perish in the next moment, spectators around the stands and fences couldn’t help but scream out.
“Ah!”
However, the sharp horns grazed past Siegfried’s waist by a hair’s breadth. At the same time, Siegfried leapt up, stabbing viciously at the bull’s back with the sword in his left hand.
The tip of the sword met the bull’s back at a shallow angle, ultimately slipping off, leaving only a blood groove on the bull’s back.
Witnessing this, the crowd let out another collective sigh of regret:
“Oh…”
The bull, having charged past Siegfried, turned swiftly, aiming its horns at him again.
At this moment, the two assistants who had just retreated stepped forward quickly, shouting, banging, and swirling their capes to provoke the bull, leading it away from Siegfried.
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[Outside the Arena]
Farnan gripped the hilt of his sword with one hand and clutched the fence tightly with the other, watching the situation in the arena intently, as if he might charge into the hunting ground to rescue someone at any moment.
