While the two were exchanging, the samurai standing behind the Marquis of Sidney suddenly asked, "Grandfather, is it true that as Uncle Mackinto said, it is not just the level of the warrior that determines the strength of the warrior?"

The questioner was a very valiant young man named Leiton, the favorite grandson of the Marquis de Sidney.

Leiden's father was the seventh son of the Marquis de Sidney's favorite, and now he was a hundred years old, and the other party had more than a dozen daughters, and he did not have such a son until he was nearly eighty years old, so he was very fond of him.

Perhaps it was because of his love for Wu and Wu, but the Marquis of Sidney also liked this grandson very much, so he personally took him by his side to teach, and faintly cultivated him as a family successor.

Leiden is very competitive, just twenty-three years old this year, and has already stepped into the realm of legends.

If it weren't for the sudden rise of Lei Ye, the other party would be qualified to become the leader of the generation of Arthur's Kingdom.

However, things are so coincidental, under the bright light of Lei Ye, a rising star, his peers seem so overshadowed.

The Marquis of Sidney was carefully observing the movements on the stage, but he didn't expect someone to suddenly ask him a question, he was stunned for a moment, and then sighed: "That's right. ”

The two warriors, who were 300 years old together, taught their children and grandchildren all the time, hoping that they would be able to withstand the burden of the family after their death.

The Marquis of Sidney asked, "Do you often fight with Mr. Gunther?"

Layton nodded, "Yes, I have often fought with Mr. Gunther, but each time I have failed miserably. ”

The Marquis of Sidney smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Mr. Gunther only has the strength of a top-level Dou Qi martial artist, but you have the strength of the Legendary Beginner Rank, a big difference of a realm, why would you still fail?"

Layton pondered for a moment, then replied, "Mr. Gunther's swordsmanship is very sharp, or rather tricky, and he always gets ahead of me every time, as if he could predict my thoughts. ”

Marquis Sidney sighed again: "This is the sad thing about your group of greenhouse flowers, although Mr. Gunther is not as high as yours in martial arts, he has extremely rich experience in actual combat. ”

As he spoke, he looked at the two people fighting on the stage: "Governor Renard is also from a poor background, I heard that he was a mercenary in the early years, and he only got to this level today. ”

"Count Heslett is in a similar situation to you, he has received a good education since he was a child, he has not suffered much, and he has no experience in fighting people or monsters to the death, and failure is a matter of course. ”

The Marquis of Sidney was afraid that his grandson would not understand, so he made a vivid analogy: "Hounds are domesticated from wolves, but why can a lone wolf kill several times his own hounds?"

Layton looked thoughtful when he heard this, the reason is simple, but it is difficult to understand it deeply.

The Marquis of Sidney patted his grandson on the shoulder and said in a deep voice: "Leiden, I don't want you to stay in the greenhouse and become a poor family dog, I want you to become a real wolf." ”

Hearing this, Leiden nodded solemnly: "Yes, grandfather." ”

His voice was not high, but it was unusually firm.

At this moment, the battle on the stage was gradually coming to an end, and the situation was very unfavorable for Count Heslet.

Lei Ye waved his unopened two-handed sword and left countless sword marks on his body, and countless cuts were cut out of his delicate dress, although it did not cause any fatal injuries, but it still made him embarrassed.

His sweat-soaked hair stuck to his pale face, and Count Heslett's obscured eyes showed a look of anger and fear.

He didn't want to admit defeat, he wanted to fight back, but he couldn't get any respite from Lei Ye's rapid offensive, let alone fight back.

His breathing grew heavier, and after a few sonorous sword sounds, he staggered backwards.

In the face of such an unknown opponent, Lei Ye gradually became really angry, he deceived himself, and all his fighting energy gathered on the two-handed sword.

Shadow step, heavy attack, fast sword, sword drawing momentum, chasing the wind cross slash, several skills are used like flowing water, sending and receiving freely.

The dress on Count Heslet's chest suddenly tore apart, revealing the gold-silk soft armor inside.

Seeing this, Renard stopped his attack and asked in a flat tone, "Don't you still admit defeat?"

He was answered by the almost frantic roar of the Earl of Heslet: "I didn't lose! I won't lose!"

The corner of Lei Ye's mouth sneered: "Oh, yes, if you don't admit defeat now, I guarantee that you will never have a chance to admit defeat again." ”

The Earl of Heslett gritted his teeth, apparently trying to resist to the end.

Renard's expression gradually turned cold, he didn't talk nonsense to the other party at all, the long sword in his hand flipped over, and he rushed directly to kill: "Since you don't want to admit defeat, then shut up forever." ”

He doesn't want to have a bad relationship with the Rowling Kingdom now, it doesn't mean that he is afraid of the other party, since this guy is looking for his own death, then there is no need for him to stay.

Seeing the two-handed sword attacking, Count Heslet hurriedly raised his sword to block, barely blocked the first two moves, and wanted to force the opponent away, but he only felt that his hand was slightly lighter, and the broadsword was picked up straight.

With a piercing grinding sound, the two-handed sword slid straight down the blade of the broadsword, the blade of the sword slashed across his cheek, and he could even feel the chill on the blade.

Click!

The sound of bones shattering sounded, Count Heslet's face turned pale in an instant, he could clearly feel the sharp pain in his shoulder, and he suddenly reacted, the other party was going to play really.

Seeing that someone was injured, the audience couldn't help but be stunned.

Isn't it said that there is a good friendship competition? How can anyone get hurt?

Seeing this, the nobles of the Rowling Kingdom gasped, and some even couldn't help but come to the stage to stop the game.

However, they had barely taken two steps forward before they felt an unstoppable killing intent.

The killing intent was like a substance, and the hairs on their bodies stood on end, and they involuntarily took several steps back.

The killing intent naturally came from Lei Ye, he didn't make any movement in his hands, and still suppressed the shoulders of Count Heslet with his two-handed sword, but his eyes turned to the nobles of the Rowling Kingdom, and the momentum from the iron-blooded lord made everyone frightened.

Arka stood in front of the nobles of the Rowling Kingdom at the right time, looking at them with a smile.

Although he was laughing, these nobles felt a chill that was cold to their bones, as if they were standing naked in the ice and snow.

Arka held the hilt of the sword in his right hand and said in a gentle tone: "This is a very formal competition, no one is allowed to come forward to disturb until the winner is decided, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword." ”

As Lei Ye's right-hand man, he is familiar with every action and every look of Lei Ye, judging from the killing intent that just broke out, his young master is going to kill the other party, how can he let people go up and disturb it.