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Chapter 400. Rohham vs. Barman.

Riding out to cheers, Rohham, too, went for the arrows first. But Barman was an experienced warrior and horseman, and he dodged the arrows and returned several more of his own. Soon the warriors came to blows at close quarters.

This one was not so fast, with both men giving and taking many wounds. But, as they grew tired, Rohham took a second page out of Foruhal’s book and hit Barman in the thigh.

That dismounted his opponent, but it didn’t kill him. A split second later, and Barman was running away.

Rohham stopped for a moment, shocked at the dishonour of his opponent. Then he rode after him and stabbed Barman in the back as he fled.

“Rohham! Rohham!” cheered the Persians. “Honour! Honour!”

“Honour,” echoed Rohham, and then, in a bit of impromptu showmanship, he dipped his hand in his fallen enemy’s blood and wiped it all over his face.

“What did you do that for?” whispered his team, as he rode back in triumph.

“For Siyavash,” he bragged.

“You rubbed a random guy’s blood on your face, for Siyavash?”

“Don’t question a champion,” said Rohham loftily.

Chapter 400. Rohham vs. Barman.

Riding out to cheers, Rohham, too, went for the arrows first. But Barman was an experienced warrior and horseman, and he dodged the arrows and returned several more of his own. Soon the warriors came to blows at close quarters.

This one was not so fast, with both men giving and taking many wounds. But, as they grew tired, Rohham took a second page out of Foruhal’s book and hit Barman in the thigh.

That dismounted his opponent, but it didn’t kill him. A split second later, and Barman was running away.

Rohham stopped for a moment, shocked at the dishonour of his opponent. Then he rode after him and stabbed Barman in the back as he fled.

“Rohham! Rohham!” cheered the Persians. “Honour! Honour!”

“Honour,” echoed Rohham, and then, in a bit of impromptu showmanship, he dipped his hand in his fallen enemy’s blood and wiped it all over his face.

“What did you do that for?” whispered his team, as he rode back in triumph.

“For Siyavash,” he bragged.

“You rubbed a random guy’s blood on your face, for Siyavash?”

“Don’t question a champion,” said Rohham loftily.

Chapter 400. Rohham vs. Barman.

Riding out to cheers, Rohham, too, went for the arrows first. But Barman was an experienced warrior and horseman, and he dodged the arrows and returned several more of his own. Soon the warriors came to blows at close quarters.

This one was not so fast, with both men giving and taking many wounds. But, as they grew tired, Rohham took a second page out of Foruhal’s book and hit Barman in the thigh.

That dismounted his opponent, but it didn’t kill him. A split second later, and Barman was running away.

Rohham stopped for a moment, shocked at the dishonour of his opponent. Then he rode after him and stabbed Barman in the back as he fled.

“Rohham! Rohham!” cheered the Persians. “Honour! Honour!”

“Honour,” echoed Rohham, and then, in a bit of impromptu showmanship, he dipped his hand in his fallen enemy’s blood and wiped it all over his face.

“What did you do that for?” whispered his team, as he rode back in triumph.

“For Siyavash,” he bragged.

“You rubbed a random guy’s blood on your face, for Siyavash?”

“Don’t question a champion,” said Rohham loftily.

Chapter 400. Rohham vs. Barman.

Riding out to cheers, Rohham, too, went for the arrows first. But Barman was an experienced warrior and horseman, and he dodged the arrows and returned several more of his own. Soon the warriors came to blows at close quarters.

This one was not so fast, with both men giving and taking many wounds. But, as they grew tired, Rohham took a second page out of Foruhal’s book and hit Barman in the thigh.

That dismounted his opponent, but it didn’t kill him. A split second later, and Barman was running away.

Rohham stopped for a moment, shocked at the dishonour of his opponent. Then he rode after him and stabbed Barman in the back as he fled.

“Rohham! Rohham!” cheered the Persians. “Honour! Honour!”

“Honour,” echoed Rohham, and then, in a bit of impromptu showmanship, he dipped his hand in his fallen enemy’s blood and wiped it all over his face.

“What did you do that for?” whispered his team, as he rode back in triumph.

“For Siyavash,” he bragged.

“You rubbed a random guy’s blood on your face, for Siyavash?”

“Don’t question a champion,” said Rohham loftily.

Chapter 400. Rohham vs. Barman.

Riding out to cheers, Rohham, too, went for the arrows first. But Barman was an experienced warrior and horseman, and he dodged the arrows and returned several more of his own. Soon the warriors came to blows at close quarters.

This one was not so fast, with both men giving and taking many wounds. But, as they grew tired, Rohham took a second page out of Foruhal’s book and hit Barman in the thigh.

That dismounted his opponent, but it didn’t kill him. A split second later, and Barman was running away.

Rohham stopped for a moment, shocked at the dishonour of his opponent. Then he rode after him and stabbed Barman in the back as he fled.

“Rohham! Rohham!” cheered the Persians. “Honour! Honour!”

“Honour,” echoed Rohham, and then, in a bit of impromptu showmanship, he dipped his hand in his fallen enemy’s blood and wiped it all over his face.

“What did you do that for?” whispered his team, as he rode back in triumph.

“For Siyavash,” he bragged.

“You rubbed a random guy’s blood on your face, for Siyavash?”

“Don’t question a champion,” said Rohham loftily.

Chapter 399. Foruhal vs. Zanguleh.

Realizing that he had neither notable skills nor name recognition, when Foruhal’s turn came, he elected to keep his distance and just shoot arrows. 

It would not have gone down well at the beginning; arrows were all very well, but real warriors were generally expected to grapple and bash. However, the crowd had seen plenty of that in the previous rounds, and this was a bit of a change.

They cheered quite loudly when one of Foruhal’s arrows hit Zanguleh in the thigh, and then even louder when it went all the way through the thigh and stuck the horse, who reared up and threw Zanguleh, who broke his neck.

Hardly believing his luck, Foruhal poked his fallen opponent, then decapitated him just to make sure. It wasn’t the best round thus far, from a sporting point of view, but a win was a win.

Chapter 399. Foruhal vs. Zanguleh.

Realizing that he had neither notable skills nor name recognition, when Foruhal’s turn came, he elected to keep his distance and just shoot arrows. 

It would not have gone down well at the beginning; arrows were all very well, but real warriors were generally expected to grapple and bash. However, the crowd had seen plenty of that in the previous rounds, and this was a bit of a change.

They cheered quite loudly when one of Foruhal’s arrows hit Zanguleh in the thigh, and then even louder when it went all the way through the thigh and stuck the horse, who reared up and threw Zanguleh, who broke his neck.

Hardly believing his luck, Foruhal poked his fallen opponent, then decapitated him just to make sure. It wasn’t the best round thus far, from a sporting point of view, but a win was a win.

Chapter 399. Foruhal vs. Zanguleh.

Realizing that he had neither notable skills nor name recognition, when Foruhal’s turn came, he elected to keep his distance and just shoot arrows. 

It would not have gone down well at the beginning; arrows were all very well, but real warriors were generally expected to grapple and bash. However, the crowd had seen plenty of that in the previous rounds, and this was a bit of a change.

They cheered quite loudly when one of Foruhal’s arrows hit Zanguleh in the thigh, and then even louder when it went all the way through the thigh and stuck the horse, who reared up and threw Zanguleh, who broke his neck.

Hardly believing his luck, Foruhal poked his fallen opponent, then decapitated him just to make sure. It wasn’t the best round thus far, from a sporting point of view, but a win was a win.

Chapter 399. Foruhal vs. Zanguleh.

Realizing that he had neither notable skills nor name recognition, when Foruhal’s turn came, he elected to keep his distance and just shoot arrows. 

It would not have gone down well at the beginning; arrows were all very well, but real warriors were generally expected to grapple and bash. However, the crowd had seen plenty of that in the previous rounds, and this was a bit of a change.

They cheered quite loudly when one of Foruhal’s arrows hit Zanguleh in the thigh, and then even louder when it went all the way through the thigh and stuck the horse, who reared up and threw Zanguleh, who broke his neck.

Hardly believing his luck, Foruhal poked his fallen opponent, then decapitated him just to make sure. It wasn’t the best round thus far, from a sporting point of view, but a win was a win.

Chapter 399. Foruhal vs. Zanguleh.

Realizing that he had neither notable skills nor name recognition, when Foruhal’s turn came, he elected to keep his distance and just shoot arrows. 

It would not have gone down well at the beginning; arrows were all very well, but real warriors were generally expected to grapple and bash. However, the crowd had seen plenty of that in the previous rounds, and this was a bit of a change.

They cheered quite loudly when one of Foruhal’s arrows hit Zanguleh in the thigh, and then even louder when it went all the way through the thigh and stuck the horse, who reared up and threw Zanguleh, who broke his neck.

Hardly believing his luck, Foruhal poked his fallen opponent, then decapitated him just to make sure. It wasn’t the best round thus far, from a sporting point of view, but a win was a win.

Chapter 398. Guraza vs. Siyamak.

Guraza and Siyamak, realizing that that was a hard act to follow, opted to increase the spectacle value by screaming and cussing at each other at the top of their lungs. That tactic quickly cost both of them their voices. 

Each broke a mace over the other’s head, but then Guraza, seeing an opening, punched Siyamak in the face. The Turanian fell off his horse, and by good luck, he broke his neck.

Guraza collected the corpse, and his horse, to the delight of the Persian crowd. The score was now three-zero.

Chapter 398. Guraza vs. Siyamak.

Guraza and Siyamak, realizing that that was a hard act to follow, opted to increase the spectacle value by screaming and cussing at each other at the top of their lungs. That tactic quickly cost both of them their voices. 

Each broke a mace over the other’s head, but then Guraza, seeing an opening, punched Siyamak in the face. The Turanian fell off his horse, and by good luck, he broke his neck.

Guraza collected the corpse, and his horse, to the delight of the Persian crowd. The score was now three-zero.

Chapter 398. Guraza vs. Siyamak.

Guraza and Siyamak, realizing that that was a hard act to follow, opted to increase the spectacle value by screaming and cussing at each other at the top of their lungs. That tactic quickly cost both of them their voices. 

Each broke a mace over the other’s head, but then Guraza, seeing an opening, punched Siyamak in the face. The Turanian fell off his horse, and by good luck, he broke his neck.

Guraza collected the corpse, and his horse, to the delight of the Persian crowd. The score was now three-zero.

Chapter 398. Guraza vs. Siyamak.

Guraza and Siyamak, realizing that that was a hard act to follow, opted to increase the spectacle value by screaming and cussing at each other at the top of their lungs. That tactic quickly cost both of them their voices. 

Each broke a mace over the other’s head, but then Guraza, seeing an opening, punched Siyamak in the face. The Turanian fell off his horse, and by good luck, he broke his neck.

Guraza collected the corpse, and his horse, to the delight of the Persian crowd. The score was now three-zero.

Chapter 398. Guraza vs. Siyamak.

Guraza and Siyamak, realizing that that was a hard act to follow, opted to increase the spectacle value by screaming and cussing at each other at the top of their lungs. That tactic quickly cost both of them their voices. 

Each broke a mace over the other’s head, but then Guraza, seeing an opening, punched Siyamak in the face. The Turanian fell off his horse, and by good luck, he broke his neck.

Guraza collected the corpse, and his horse, to the delight of the Persian crowd. The score was now three-zero.