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On the battlefield of the "Scout Clash between the two sides", the iron-clad Templar Lionel examined his horse with red eyes.

He glared in disgust at the dishonest little imp next to him who had cut his horse.

Lionel was of civilian origin.

He was gifted and hardworking, and was admitted to the Templar Trainee at a young age.

However, his promotion has not been smooth, and he has only been promoted to the eighth rank of Templar in his thirties.

He didn't think it was a matter of strength, although the Knights Templar claimed to be a place where civilians also had a chance to get ahead, but after all, the treatment was different.

He also rested on his promotion early and concentrated on his cultivation.

In addition to the use of holy light, he is most proud of swordsmanship.

After years of hard work, Knight Lionel considered himself to be the best swordsman in the circle.

Because of his life experience, what he can't look down on the most are those noble children who have no ability but rise quickly and look down on people.

He lived very frugally, and there were only three valuable things in his house - weapons, armor, and war horses.

Three things, along with his powerful abilities, brought him glory.

He is usually quite loved by the civilians, this time the Holy See went on an expedition, and the knights quickly mingled with the civilian soldiers assigned to him, in addition to relying on common positions and topics, more than that, these scouts are the elite of the army, and the most convincing is the master of combat.

And this stinking boy with a slippery mouth, who had obviously come to the army to gild, and who still did not know whether to live or die for the blasphemer, dared to cut down one of the sources of his honor, his beloved war horse.

After that, I dared to challenge myself.

Just because he thinks highly of himself?

So, the teenager was already a dead man in his eyes.

The knight crouched down in silence, pinpointed the heart of his beloved horse, which was still struggling and suffering, mended his sword, and looked straight into its big eyes until it died.

The horse soon stopped moving, and his anger had risen to its peak.

The scouts had formed a dense circle around both sides, and several of the Knights of Armor's fellow Templars in the Holy See had arrived from behind, one by one.

But no one attacked the boy.

This man has been assumed to be Lionel's prey.

Although it is not his habit to bully children, it is not the same as not killing enemies himself.

raised his sword to his eyebrows and made a knightly salute, and without waiting for the other party to return the salute, Lionel stepped forward quickly, swinging his sword and slashing from top to bottom.

The sense of honor kept him from using the Light.

But even so, the knight's slash under his anger could directly divide the person in front of him into two parts with his armor.

I don't know if it's a delusion, just now he still felt that the young opponent's face was like a cowardly coward, but as soon as his sword was swung, the opponent's expression changed.

Be dignified and focused.

The boy's sword had a sheath with a handle, and even the gauntlets were some kind of dull and worn wood, without any ornamentation, but the blade was really bright.

The bright sword, picked up at great speed, and slammed lightly on his sword.

So the knight's sword was crooked.

And because of the excessive force, this sword could not be retracted, and it slashed directly into the ground, cutting out a sword mark that penetrated deep into the soil.

Everyone in the audience, even the teenager himself, let out an "ah" in surprise.

Although Kevin was wearing the uniform and armor of a squadron leader, no one in the audience thought that the boy had real skills, and everyone thought that he was some kind of high-level disciple in the army, and no one thought that he could catch a sword from a Templar with high skills.

But that's what happened.

Lionel keenly caught the look of astonishment on the young man's face, and he suddenly realized: "Is it blind?" ”

He had enough reason to think so, not only because of the young man's expression, but also because of the crooked sword just now, and he was exposed because of it.

The boy didn't take the opportunity to stab him.

The knight retracts his sword.

Twist the waist, step, and stab straight.

The standard stabbing action, leaving three points of force, with a back hand and variation on the sword, is like a textbook.

Although he knew that the other party had just taken his sword by chance, the knight had already collected his thoughts and reflected on his mistake.

The sword just now was indeed too flawed, otherwise it wouldn't have been coincidentally followed by a rookie.

Anger is not an excuse for mistakes, and the robes watching the battle are looking at themselves, and they can't be ashamed anymore.

The boy woke up like a dream, and the long sword was also a straight stab.

"It's over."

Lionel felt that the other party's response was pitiful.

I stabbed him first and then stabbed him, and when the tip of my sword pierced his chest, the young man's sword was probably not half handed out.

Thinking like this, his sword was three points faster.

Unexpectedly, the young man changed his tactics halfway, and the old sword changed its trajectory and landed on his sword.

The strength is not too big or small, just enough to deflect his sword slightly.

The knight is ready, and he will no longer be easily led astray by the sword.

With a flick of his wrist, his long sword pressed back and continued to stab.

The sword pierced not his heart, but also his lungs.

"One trick will clean you up."

Just thinking like this, he felt the strength of the opponent's sword change again,

Before he could react, he only heard the sound of "Zheng", and a long sword spun and flew into the air.

The onlookers let out another "ah" in unison.

Lionel didn't quite know what had just happened, he only saw the sword flash in front of him, and as soon as his hand was empty, the sword was gone.

When he realized what had happened, the knight was so ashamed that he wanted to be killed on the spot.

But the young man in front of him once again showed a look of disbelief.

The knight was surprised, but the boy said in a confused tone an extremely insulting sentence: "Is the so-called Templar really only this degree?" ”

No one thought that the boy really said such things unintentionally, everyone thought that he was taking the opportunity to insult his opponent.

The knight had been furious before, but because of this, his willingness to engage in a heads-up fight seemed all the more noble – though perhaps because he didn't expect to lose.

But this "noble behavior" has come to such an end, people are all towards their own people, and the knight's subordinates do not care whether the commander is bullying the weak or not, they only see that this "hateful noble boy" first attacked and cut down his boss's horse, and did not know what despicable method was used to win the gambling fight, and at this time he still owed to beat and insult people. Angry with the enemy, they shouted in the crowd:

"What's the fuss, this is the battlefield, and you don't have to fight with him alone."

"It must be that this kid used some cheating method to win the duel, it can't be counted, the chief will compete again."

"What better than anything, just kill him!"

"Yes, kill him!"

The little respect that the Iron Knight had for the boy was now gone, and the words of his subordinates sounded reasonable.

He really didn't know how he lost, maybe it was this kid who cheated, as his subordinates said.

Even if he really doesn't kill the other party, he wants to compete again.

But what he said couldn't be counted, he didn't know how to make a decision for a while, frowning and silent for a while.