This flying long sword is very fast and powerful, if it weren't for the ability of Lawson's body to awaken the "Jue" of Black Iron, then I am afraid that he would die on the spot.

Fortunately, this attack is probably the opponent's casual swing, and there is no magic mixed with it, with Lawson's long-term combat intuition, it is not difficult to dodge.

It's just that in the face of such a provocation, Rosen can't be regarded as not seeing it.

He took a slight step forward, then leaned forward, the sword swept directly behind him, and the next moment, Rosen's hand was already gripping the hilt, twisting it with all his might, deflecting it downward, and finally smashing into the ground.

Boom –

The smoke and dust were everywhere, and in the sunlight, Lawson stood in place, turning his head to look at the group of people.

Those people probably thought that Rosen would at most dodge and be injured if he couldn't keep it, but they didn't expect that he would have such rich combat experience and resolve all the crises in an instant.

"You seem to have learned swords?"

The man who threw the sword said, and he lifted his visor to reveal a face that Lawson had no impression of.

"Who are you?"

So Rosen subconsciously ignored the other party's question, but asked directly.

Rosen really didn't know the other party, so he wanted to find out the identity of that person first.

However, in the eyes of the other party, this seems to constitute a complete mockery.

"You don't know Lord Broshia?"

"This kid did it on purpose!"

"Looks like he's going to be out of luck today. ”

......

There was a scoffe from the people around him, and it sounded like the man was not anyone's bodyguard, but a real nobleman.

At this time, according to the script, should someone explain the background of this Lord Brosia?

Rosen thought, but it didn't seem that these people had any intention of explaining it to him, so he could only shake his head, let go of the long sword stuck in the ground, and turned around to leave directly, not wanting to waste time with these boring guys.

With the protection of the Sage, Rosen didn't think that these guys had the guts to plot against him.

"Let's go. ”

He patted Tia on the shoulder, ignoring the already ugly faces of the nobles behind him.

At this time, even Brosia, who had always been breezy and calm, couldn't hold it on his face.

As the heir of Wendlanling, he has excellent swordsmanship talent since he was a child, and he is in a privileged environment, young and vigorous, and no one will treat him like Rosen.

Brosia had been instigated by the people around him to give a little color to the hillbilly who casually accosted Cecilia, but now, what Rosen had done really angered him.

"I'm going to duel you!"

Brosia said loudly.

The people around looked at Brosia in some surprise, but then gloated in Lawson's direction, thinking that this guy was finally going to be taught a lesson.

Lawson stopped and said to Tia beside him.

"Wait for me for a moment. ”

Tia shook her head and stood there watching Lawson walk towards the group, and by the way, she easily pulled out the long sword stuck in the ground and held it in her hand.

"Are we going to fight each other, or are we going to fight to the death?"

Lawson said leisurely, looking not like a weak black iron rank at all, but more like a high-ranking existence.

When everyone heard Rosen's words, they were in an uproar, what kind of ability did this guy have to dare to propose a death match, you know, if the nobles proposed a death match and both sides agreed, then no matter what the result is, they must bear all the responsibility, in other words, if they die, they will die.

"I'll spare you your life. ”

Brosia said that he wasn't really afraid of Rosen, but he didn't think it was graceful to cause such a bloody incident on the Sage's territory.

"What about the Witnesses?"

Rosen asked again, looking at the circle of nobles around Broshia.

"I'm here to be a witness. ”

Suddenly, a voice came out, causing everyone to turn their heads.

It's a man.

With gray and black tousled hair and blue eyes, he was dressed in ordinary coarse cloth clothes, and with a mediocre sword hanging from his waist, he looked like an ordinary guard.

But the moment they saw that person, all the nobles subconsciously held their breath.

Almost instantly, Rosen felt a sword against his throat, and the man himself was like the embodiment of the concept of "sword", exuding sharpness at all times.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency......"

Some nobles were almost impressed by the terrifying momentum, and their knees went limp, and they were about to kneel.

"Ah, I'm sorry. ”

But the man smiled, scratched the back of his head, and in an instant, the original terrifying momentum disappeared, and he stood there like an ordinary guard.

"Lately, Chaos Monsters have occasionally infiltrated the interior of Order through cultists, so I've been nervous a little too. ”

He shrugged, then walked over to Rosen and Broshia.

Rosen noticed that although he did not look very characteristic, he walked with great precision, using the least amount of force to achieve the best results, which was obviously not possible without long-term exercise.

"I happened to be passing by here, and I saw that you seemed to want to try swordsmanship, so I came over to take a look, and when it comes to swordsmanship, I still have some research. ”

The man patted the long sword at his waist and said as if he was quite confident.

There was not a hint of gloom between his words, and he looked like a simple and hearty peasant boy.

"Well, of course you have no problem as a witness. ”

Brosia didn't expect such a big fight, and she was a little frightened.

"Then you are only allowed to use swordsmanship, and you are not allowed to rely on magic and the power of the law, you are okay with this, right?"

The man was talking about the basic rules of sword fighting, and it was precisely because of this rule that Rosen dared to accept the challenge of the bronze rank of Broshia.

"No problem. ”

Rosen replied, his face unchanged.

"Yes. ”

Brosia was stunned, but did not refuse.

He knew that Lawson should be a veteran who had practiced swordsmanship and even had actual combat experience, but Brosia himself had fought against veterans who claimed to have fought against Chaos Monsters, and with his talent, he could defeat his opponent in less than five moves.

In the face of Rosen, Brosia felt that it was a matter of taking more time.

Rosen was unfazed, not even consciously focused on the duel with Brosia.

He was more focused on the man who was the witness.

Although he hadn't actually carefully observed the other party's appearance before, the moment he saw the man, Rosen already knew the identity of the other party.

He is the protagonist of this banquet, the leader of the Sages, and the person who has an infinite relationship with Rosen.

The Sword Saint of the Firmament, Greysius.