I don't know how long it took, but Duke Gillant finally spoke: "Little guy, in fact, I have thought of a draw, but unfortunately, this is simply impossible. Your idea is too whimsical. ”

There was a hint of helplessness on Gironte's face, he originally thought that this young man would say something good, but he didn't expect that it would still be a dead end.

"It's too early to tell. As long as Femmon can win the first game, I can let the final game end in a draw. With that, Ron walked out of the room, leaving only his confident words still echoing through the room.

After a long time, the Duke of Gillant exhaled and said, "Curis, go and reply to the people of the Arrant family, and say that we will take this bet." ”

Curris was also taken aback, "Duke, this ......"

"Haha, it's been a long time since I've felt this way, this feeling of big gamble. For the continuation of the family, these years have been too aggrieved. That little guy's eyes are really similar to when I was young, arrogant, confident! The Duke of Gillant laughed and said with a presumptuous laugh, as if he had spit out all the resentment that had accumulated in his heart for many years, and the whole person looked a few years younger.

......

The stands around the square were originally quite empty, but now they are crowded, and some spectators in the back row are standing or looking at the tall iron cage below.

Suddenly, the lights around him, which were still as bright as day, dimmed instantly. The beams of light shrank dramatically, converging into six dazzling pillars of light, shining on the iron cage in the center of the square.

When all the beams converged, everyone noticed that at some point, there was already a person standing in the iron cage, it was Curris.

Curris moistened his throat, picked up a megaphone and put it to his mouth, and said, "I'm glad you all took the time to enjoy tonight's game." ”

As he spoke, Curris bowed in all directions of the circular square. "Everyone is a regular here, so I won't say more nonsense, and then, the participants of the first game are invited - enter!"

As his words fell, the pillars of light on both sides split into two sides and spread out, shining on both ends of the iron cage. At this time, two people were slowly walking towards the iron cage from a passage connected to the iron cage.

When both of them entered the iron cage, they saw that the passage faded to the edge of the square like a tide, and as the passage faded, the iron gates on both sides of the iron cage also fell blatantly, completely sealing the iron cage.

The two people under the pillar of light were the bald fat man Fermon, and the brown leather armor with a long sword hanging from his waist.

Fermont touched his big bald head, which stood exceptionally bright in the light, and waved comfortably to the surrounding audience. It's a pity that he didn't receive any applause, but there was an inappropriate boo in many places.

The stands were full of small nobles who were not well-known, and they were naturally unfamiliar with Faimon. Only some of the nobles in the private room with quite status had an interested look on their faces.

After all, a year ago, the initiator of the sudden rebellion between the Gillant family and the Arrant family was this big bald head Fermon.

Unlike Faimon's lightheartedness, Cagal's face was very gloomy, and there was a sense of tension that no one should enter.

This kind of similar underground dueling arena naturally has no such thing as a referee, as long as you step into this ring, don't say that you are just a servant of the nobles, even if you are a nobleman, no one will want to intervene until the winner is decided.

As Curris began to fall with a sound from outside the court, an invisible light curtain faintly rose around the iron cage. This light curtain is also a type of rune circle, but it is different from the precision circle that Ron has set up that envelops the entire village. This kind of magic circle has only one function, and that is to prevent the aftermath of the battle inside the iron cage from spreading to the nobles outside the iron cage.

The moment the curtain of light was raised, Kagal moved, his right hand holding the hilt of the long sword at his waist, his left hand bent forward. Without any warning, he saw a series of broken steps, extremely fast, like an arrow off the string, pulling out a series of blurred afterimages in the iron cage, and in an instant he had already arrived in front of Feimeng.

In the eyes of others, Kagal, who has a clear advantage in the realm, will definitely try it out first at first, but looking at the posture in front of him, he obviously doesn't want to give the opponent any chance, and he will overwhelm the opponent with all his strength as soon as he comes up.

The bloated Fermon seemed unable to dodge Calgal's next attack. But the fat body actually leaned slightly to the right in an extremely dexterous posture, and the steps under his feet followed the body, and in an instant, he opened a few positions of distance from Kagal.

As if anticipating the other man's movements, Cagal took another series of small steps, and his right hand, which held the hilt of his sword, jerked forward, and his elbow slammed into Faymont's chest.

Femon's fat body didn't have any suspense at all, and the moment it was hit, it flew upside down, and hit the iron cage not far away with a bang.

The first meeting between the two was divided between the two of them, and Faimon, who was 3 levels lower than Cagal, was obviously passive at the beginning.

Bursts of cheers rang out one after another, and the applauding nobles around them were obviously the owners who bought Kagalsheng, and the scene in front of them was naturally what they wanted to see.

Fei Meng patted the dust on his body and stood up again, snorted, and said, "Cat tickle attack, who do you look down on!"

As he spoke, Fermont raised the long, earthy yellow knife in his hand above his head and chanted a spell in his mouth.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Kagal's mouth, and sure enough, as Grandmaster Gray expected, this guy named Feimeng was a demon warrior.

Since he already knew that the other party wanted to use magic to fight him, he would not give the other party a chance. Cagal's eyebrows raised slightly, ignoring Faemon's sarcasm, his left hand quickly withdrew against the scabbard, his steps did not stop, and he quickly drew a closer distance with Faemon, and at the same time scolded softly: "Wind-draw the sword!"

As his words fell, a turquoise arc-shaped sword suddenly appeared in the middle of the field, and he headed towards Fermon, who was chanting a spell, at an extremely fast speed.

Kargal's attacks are highly targeted, and he has been trained since he was a child, and he naturally knows that when dealing with a mage, the only way to deal with them is not to let them chant any spells.

Jian Gang tore through the air and let out a piercing roar that sliced vertically towards Faemon's body.

Faemon gritted his teeth, but he had to stop singing, and the long knife was blocked. With the momentum of Jian Gang, the whole person slid backwards for a distance of dozens of meters before he could stop, and the hard granite ground was already plowed out of a deep ravine by the sharp Jian Gang.