Both sides stood in the demarcated ring and each bowed to the other.

A group of strong men giggled around the circle, joking with each other to witness the beginning of this sword fight between the youth group.

With a snap of his fingers like a horn to blow the horn of a charge, Sinclair opened the game with a diagonal pull-up, while Higuain put on a standard sideways defensive start. Waiting for work, he smashed the sword that was sent to the door casually. It is also good to take advantage of the second stage to cut down, but he can't stand Higuain's still gathering momentum to defend, so he can only continue to be knocked back.

The sound of wooden swords colliding did not stop for a moment, and Richard looked at it for a while, and he already had a rough idea in his heart.

Sinclaire is probably half a head taller than Higuain, and his arm span is much longer. But Higuain's vindictive cultivation is good after all, and his strength is definitely stronger. In this regard, each has its own merits, and it is impossible to take advantage of it and not to suffer losses.

But Higuain's swordsmanship foundation is obviously not bad, his posture is clear and clear-eyed, and he is a famous teacher and apprentice at first glance. In contrast, Sinclair is much worse, only some scattered sword moves and routines, completely unsystematic.

Duels, especially duels where both sides are not at a high level, are often won or lost not by who can make amazing moves, but by who makes fewer mistakes.

Even if Noluko can occasionally perform dazzlingly, in terms of making fewer mistakes, he is destined to be incomparable to a well-trained swordsman.

There shouldn't be any suspense in this fight, because Sinclair can't even count the wild paths, and Higuain's training is not mixed with water.

But what's really interesting about combat is that it's never entirely about common sense. The situation is changing rapidly, and no one knows exactly what will happen.

Higuain has always been a tortoise king sword from the beginning - first to ensure that he is not beaten, and then to find a gap to defend and counterattack.

This little kid can be favored by the dragon, which can be called a fortune, and his own fighting talent is also very good, obviously a popular fried chicken configuration. But Richard has long seen this cowardice.

Usually there is an Osiris foil, which is not too obvious. However, at this moment, the sword was fighting, and the impermeable Eight Swords of the Turtle King suddenly sold him clean.

In contrast, it is Sinclair who fights very wildly. It's like an angry little lion, sometimes he'd rather suffer a loss than change it. The wooden sword hurt as much as it hit her body, but she often grinned and insisted on attacking, even if she took a few blows in vain.

Higuain really didn't get beaten at all, but by the time he wanted to fight back, it was too late - the "momentum" was suppressed by the opponent and couldn't be pulled back.

Step by step, step by step, step by step, closer and closer to the boundary of the ring, and finally unable to return to the sky. When he hit his forehead, he was hit hard, and a large area of redness and swelling floated.

Sinclell's arm was blue and purple but she was proud because she was the victor. And Higuain was holding the wooden sword with a blank expression, unable to figure out that he would lose to a wild man.

"What do you think?" asked Richard at the people next to him.

"The pretty boy was so afraid of being beaten that he ruined the situation. Elizabeth commented unceremoniously.

She's been in a good mood lately, although the Lord of Alpine Fort refuses to give her freedom for the time being, citing the fact that he hasn't completely eliminated the fire demon yet. But compared with before, the time and scope of the wind are much more relaxed.

Moreover, it won't take long to completely destroy the fire demon, which means that the long-awaited freedom is close at hand. She had recently read some books that said that nobles valued promises more than life, and the Lord of Alpine Fort was no exception.

"If it was a real sword, she would have died several times. Higuain couldn't help but defend himself.

"Since you knew it was a wooden sword before you started, why didn't you think of using the rules?" asked Elizabeth, leaving Higuain speechless.

"Why don't we make a comparison?" the lord looked at her with interest.

Elizabeth looked at him with a sparkle in her eyes. For a moment, Richard almost thought he had seen the dragon dancing spider under the moon again.

An intangible and qualitative momentum spread at the intersection of the eyes of the two, obviously nothing had been done, but it already made the onlookers feel a sense of fierceness. In an instant, the noise dissipated, and there was no sound!

It's the privilege of a top player, and it's easy to own. As long as the skills are sharpened to the point of reaching the peak and overlooking the world, after a long time, you will naturally be able to cultivate this momentum!

Sinclaire thought that the lord of Alpine Fort was already a rare master, but he didn't expect that delicate beauty to have such a demeanor!

Just when everyone thought they were going to have a dragon fight, they were ready to feast their eyes. Elizabeth suddenly lowered her head, and the brilliance in her eyes quickly faded, "I can't beat you." ”

"Whew~" exhaled in unison, and everyone was regretful and relaxed.

"Taking advantage of people's danger, it seems that I am too inferior. Richard laughed to himself.

The lecture hall of the high mountain castle was over, and the lord went back to rest for a long time, when he suddenly received a letter saying that the vassals recruited by Sinclair had arrived.

When he arrived, he couldn't believe his eyes.

There were three or four hundred men and women, and they stood in a pile with all their belongings on their backs, trying to gain a sense of security. The round head and round brain look quite cute, but a pair of small black bean-like eyes have no lustre, and they seem to be blind.

What's more, the height is generally less than one and a half. Against the backdrop of the majestic mountain fort guards, it is as humble and pitiful as the weeds under the banyan tree.

Richard once wondered if these dwarfs were like the Sgarls, and that they had some kind of co-monster to help with their fists.

But this idea was rejected by himself before he even asked the others - no matter how thin the Sgar people were, their courageous and high-spirited outlook could not be concealed, and people could remember it at a glance.

In contrast, these dwarfs in front of them can't even compare to the strength of the rabbit people scolding the street, and they are honest and simple to the extreme.

Behind them was the sparkling Raging River, and Richard had no doubt that he could scare them all into jumping off the spot with a single roar.

"This is a vassal of the royal family?"

According to his previous thoughts, if he was the king, he would definitely have to try his best to recruit some powerful and powerful people to join his command, and it would be impossible to change someone else.

Unexpectedly, the old king Reinhardt was really selfless. recruited a group of old, weak, sick and disabled, and I don't know if they are preparing for all-round poverty alleviation or what.

In fact, before Sinclell said that the vassals had a difficult life, Richard already felt a little strange. Because powerful fighters can't be too miserable wherever they go, fists are their natural rice bowls.

I just didn't think much of it at the time.

Now when I see the real person, I finally suddenly open up - it's a miracle that I haven't starved to death until now.