The competition soon began.

Lawson didn't wear any protective gear, but still maintained the appearance of his original dress, only unbuttoning two buttons to facilitate his movement.

Broshia also lost his face armor and wore simple armor, holding a sword in one hand and his right foot in front of him, carefully staring at his opponent in front of him.

Since they couldn't use magic, it became the easiest battle between the two of them in the Black Iron Rank, where the qi and the machine intersected, and the "Jue" of the two sides tested each other, and there seemed to be sparks overflowing in the air.

But in an instant, as Lawson put on a posture, the whole atmosphere took a sharp turn.

In Brosia's perception, the man in front of him was like an immeasurable pool, quiet but turbulent, and he himself was like a small boat crumbling in a storm, drifting in the boundless tide.

In reality, Lawson just stood in place with a sword in his hand.

"Why is this man in such a strange position?"

"Does he really know how to use a sword?"

"Why hasn't Brosia made a move, what is he waiting for?"

"Come on, what are you going to do with this kind of guy. ”

A group of nobles who didn't know much about swordsmanship were urging, while on the other side, their guards and nobles who knew a little about swordsmanship were silent.

They could certainly see who had the upper hand between the two, and what they were thinking about was what if it was themselves who were facing Rosen right now.

"Interesting. ”

Greysius saw the two of them testing each other, and said to himself.

This man in armor has an okay foundation, but his basic skills are a little not solid, blindly pursuing the lethality of swordsmanship, he tried to attack many times, and his edge was exposed, but in vain.

What really makes Greysius interesting is Rosen.

At first glance, this person has put on an ordinary posture, but in fact, he has hidden murderous intentions everywhere, and if he attacks rashly, it is very likely that he will fall for him and step into a trap.

But if you don't dare to make a move in the hesitation, you will be passive and can only be slaughtered by others.

It can be said that Lawson's state of using a sword has risen from simple swordsmanship to the height of a certain law.

In the early stage of swordsmanship, he held a sword in his hand and could use moves freely and adapt.

In the middle of swordsmanship, the man and the sword are one, and the moves have been kneaded into all the movements.

In the post-sword stage, there is no need to hold a sword, every move is a sword skill, even if you hold a wooden stick, you can fight several people.

And when swordsmanship reaches the real realm, it is to integrate the concept of "sword" into itself, even if you are unarmed, you can kill people in an instant.

Greyios felt that Rosen seemed to have reached the ultimate realm, but what puzzled him was, as a mere black iron order, how did he do it?

Without the penetration of the elements, without the understanding of the laws, without the knowledge of the world, how can we reach this realm?

Greyios himself felt that he had understood the laws of the world, and after becoming a sage, he could even spy on the secrets of the gods, but this was the first time he had seen such an existence as Rosen.

The talent for using the sword was not based on Lawson's body, but was engraved in his soul.

In a trance, Rosen made a move.

This sword has no warning, to put it mildly, casually, there is not even the slightest ripple in the void.

That was the sword, and Brosia could only watch as Rosen approached in a daze, but he didn't dare to act rashly, for fear of falling into the trap of the other party.

In Brosia's main perspective, countless silver threads stretched from above Rosen's blade, forming an impenetrable net, and all the changes that Brosia could take next, all the responses were included.

Seeing that the edge was getting closer and closer, Brosia was already flustered in his heart, and subconsciously retreated.

Rosen's sword wound around like a poisonous snake, so close that Broshia had no choice but to burst out of his magic.

Bang –

With a loud bang, a shock wave of mana spread through his sword, and Brosia escaped from Lawson's attack range with instantaneous acceleration.

Lawson stopped in place, keeping his forward stabbing motion, and the wind that Brohia had used to escape dissipated just in front of him, bringing only a little hair.

If Rosen was also bronze-ranked, then Broshia at this time completely exposed himself to Rosen's sword, and in one breath, it was enough to be killed three times.

But neither of them moved anymore.

Because the winner is divided.

In the victory or defeat of the swordsmanship, Brosia used extra magic power, so it was naturally a defeat.

He never expected that within one move, he would lose to a hillbilly from a poor country in the field he was proud of, and there was no possibility of turning the tables around.

"How come, that Brosia actually lost......"

"Just kidding, that's it?"

"This Lawson seems to be very strong......"

"If it were me, maybe there would be a little better......"

Ignoring the gossip of the little nobles, Lawson thrust his sword into the ground and walked in front of Greysius.

"Lord Greysius. ”

He bowed, but his tone was neither humble nor arrogant.

"Your talent in swordsmanship seems to be very good, you can't tell that you are just a black iron rank swordsman, who is your teacher?"

Greyius asked, such a swordsmanship genius should not be able to rely entirely on his own understanding as Rosen is now, so he wondered who could teach such a swordsman.

When he had just entered the golden level, when chaos had not yet invaded, and the world was still peaceful, Greyius once walked the world in order to exercise his swordsmanship, and learned from all the swordsmen, and went through a hundred battles without defeat, so all the famous swordsmen, Greyius had some exchanges.

But Rosen's swordsmanship is not like any of them, and if anything, it is more like Graysius's own school.

"My teacher didn't want to be famous, he was just an unknown sword lover. ”

Rosen replied that it was impossible for him to say that his swordsmanship was actually inherited from Greysius, and that even a Sage who could foresee the future would think that Rosen was a madman.

"There is such a hermit, and it feels like my heart that has been silent for many years is eager to try again. ”

Greyius smiled heartily, then looked at Rosen and said casually.

"Since your teacher isn't here, can I have a discussion with you?"

The moment this sentence was spoken, the scene was silent, and even Lawson was stunned.

Greyius was so natural that he acted less like a sage and more like a teenager who simply loved swordsmanship.

"Okay. ”

Lawson hesitated for a moment, then replied, causing the others to open their mouths again in surprise.