The onlookers, along with the little chubby Desmond, looked at the young man standing in the corner of the crowd with his arms on his chest. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The young man looked at Arthur, and after a few seconds he announced, "Attack effectively, welcome newcomers." ”

The crowd that had been teasing before suddenly erupted in cheers, and Desmond patted Bucktooth Billy's shoulder with his heavy palm, and said with a smile, "Hey, congratulations on your bucktooth." ”

Bucktooth Billy was still panting and staring wide-eyed, unresponsive.

He was stunned and said, "I, my name is Billy, and everyone calls me Bucktooth Billy." ”

At this time, everyone shouted in unison: "Bucktooth Billy!"

When Bucktooth Billy stared blankly at Arthur, two people walked into the arena, pulled him up, who was paralyzed and could only giggle for a while, and pulled him out.

The other man was pushed in, and it was behind Bucktooth Billy, Brun's son Brown.

The young man who announced it asked Brown, "The rules have been said, as long as you have an effective attack, you will pass the level, and Desmond will not stop attacking until you shout to give up, is there anything else you don't understand?"

Brown was visibly nervous, he kept clasping his hands, looked at the strangers around him who were noisy again, and stumbled to reply, "No, no ......"

"Good. The young man asked, "What weapon do you choose?"

Although he had already heard this question when he was queuing, when it was his turn, he still felt his heart sink and was at a loss, so he could only bite his lip and subconsciously whisper back: "I didn't ...... I haven't used a weapon...... I don't know ......."

The young man's light-colored eyebrows furrowed slightly: "If you don't choose to do so, then use the sword, is there any objection?"

Brown didn't feel like he had a choice.

Like his companions, Brown had no idea that they would encounter combat trials. They all thought that when they joined the regiment, they would be trained, and as long as they were healthy, they could join the regiment, at least the mercenary regiments they had heard of were like this.

Someone gave Brown a sword, but Brown was still stunned, and he felt the weight of the sword for the first time, and the heavier and more distracting than expected made him quickly let go, and the sword fell to the ground.

The crowd erupted in laughter and boos.

Brown was even more nervous.

"Hey little brother, you have to relax. Desmond smirked as he struck his axe, "Either you give up, or I'll attack when you pick up your sword." ”

The elder Bren, who had undergone a simple treatment by Nayin, re-entered the crowd to see his son, supported by his nephew and two nephews.

He knew that his son was a kind-hearted, ordinary peasant, who had only held a farm tool in his hands, and had never even touched an axe. If he hadn't been forced to make a living, in order to learn skills and protect the village, he wouldn't have brought these children here.

Old Brun looked at his son trembling all over, and did not dare to pick up the sword, and couldn't help but show a painful expression, wondering if he had done something wrong?

"Brown, don't listen to what anyone says, pick up the sword, focus on the sword, you can do it!"

With Arthur's sudden shout, everyone's eyes were on him again.

Old Bren looked blankly at Arthur. He didn't understand, he didn't know his son for sure, how could this boy who had only known him for a few hours be sure?

Or is it just a simple encouragement? Look in the look in his eyes, it was a look of conviction, a look of no doubt, just like Brown had succeeded.

Old Brun didn't understand.

Brown looked at Arthur, he was so scared that his lips trembled.

He looked at Arthur, subconsciously shook his head, and whispered, "I haven't taken a sword...... I...... I may not be able to......"

"You can do it!" Arthur lowered his voice, but his expression tone was more determined, his dark eyes were firmly fixed on Brown's eyes, as if he was using his own gaze to provoke Brown's concentration, "Pick up the sword, it's not difficult at all, that fat man is full of flaws, do what I say you can pass, remember, the most important thing is to focus! You must focus! Hold your hands tightly!"

Brown saw his father watching him out of the shadows.

There is no son in the world who wants to disappoint his father.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, slowly bent over, and picked up his sword.

Desmond looked at the young man who was hugging his chest, the other party nodded his head, Desmond raised his axe with a smile, his feet suddenly stepped forward, and his round body seemed to be blown by a hurricane, and he rushed forward quickly and attacked.

And Brown's body wasn't even quite straight.

Arthur quickly shouted, "Take two steps to the right!"

Like Bucktooth Billy, Brown's attention was already drawn to Arthur's voice, and when he heard Arthur's shout, his consciousness had already driven his body to carry out Arthur's commands, even though his body was not yet in the best condition.

But with Bucktooth's previous experience, Desmond was already prepared when Arthur shouted, and although Brown avoided the attack, his attack was also blocked by Desmon's axe.

Seeing that the attack was ineffective, Brown was stunned again, but Arthur continued to shout: "You did a good job! You are perfectly capable of avoiding his attacks! From now on you have to speed up! Faster! Be more focused! Hold your sword tightly!"

Because of Arthur's words, Brown's face showed a stiffness, and with a timid smile, he began to believe that he could do it, and he did as Arthur requested, abandoning nervousness, fear, all emotions, and focusing only on the enemy and the sword in his hand, with his feet apart, ready to move at any moment, and his hands clenched tightly.

Desmond glanced at Arthur and said with a smile: "The on-site guidance is a novelty. ”

Arthur picked the corner of his mouth: "The regulations don't say no." ”

After saying that, he looked at the young man who was hugging his chest, and the young man was also looking at him, and the two looked at each other briefly, and then quickly looked back into the field.

When Desmond attacked again, Arthur deliberately issued the order slowly, reducing Desmon's reaction time, so that Brown, who was ready and fully focused, was faster than Desmon.

Then, as Arthur had expected, Brown's sword grazed Desmond's axe and slashed through Desmond's armor with a dull sound.

The crowd was quiet again, and everyone looked at the young man who was holding his chest.

After a few seconds, he said, "The attack works, welcome newcomers." ”

This time the cheers of the crowd were no longer just cheers for Brown, but also mixed with admiration for Arthur.

As a limp Brown was pulled down, he smirked at his father in the crowd.

Old Brun also laughed, he didn't think his son could do it, he remembered the relatives and friends in the village who had been killed by the monsters, his eyes moistened, he clapped his hands vigorously, cheered like everyone else, and murmured: "My son!

When Gerald, who was at the end of the line, was pushed into the room, someone leaned into the ear of the young man with his chest and asked, "Is this okay?