Baron Leopold attacked first, but before his sword could struck the charismatic knight Sir Abraham, Sir raised his sword with his backhand, and the two swords collided together with a crisp sound, and Sir Abraham's body jumped up like a leopard.

The two swords were entangled, the baron's arms were strong and powerful, and the sword was wielding fiercely in his hand, while Sir Abraham was much more dexterous, and he dodged the blade from time to time in the face of the baron's constant retreat.

"Come on Baron."

"Come on." At this point, the vassals at the banquet began to shout, feeling that Baron Leopold had the upper hand and cornered the unstoppable Knights of Divine Grace.

"What do you think, Edward?" Bruce asked Edward, who was standing beside him, who was not very proficient in swordsmanship, and was just watching the excitement almost like everyone else, but Edward was a skilled swordsman.

"Phew, Sir Abraham is playing Baron Leopold." Edward smiled as he said to Bruce.

"How is it possible, it's obviously Baron Leopold who has the upper hand." Eve on the other side disagreed, and in her opinion, it was Baron Leopold who had cornered Sir Abraham.

"Just look at Jazz's pace." Edward pointed to Sir Abraham's feet, and several people noticed that Sir Leopard's steps were as orderly as a dance, while Baron Leopold's pace was very messy.

"I see, if Edward were you, what were your chances of winning?" Bruce touched his chin and said thoughtfully to Edward.

"Eighty percent." Edward said confidently, but Eve rolled her eyes at him.

"Big talk." Eve pouted.

"Do you believe me?" Edward felt insulted, and he glared at Eve and said.

Just as the two of them stared at each other, the nobles in the hall let out an exclamation, only to see Baron Leopold being slammed to the ground, lying on the ground, and the sword in his hand flew to the side.

"Uh-huh." Baron Leopold looked down at Sir Abraham, who was looking down at him, the tip of the opponent's sword was aimed at his throat, and the Baron lost extremely ugly.

"The difference in strength between the two sides is too great." Bruce shook his head, just now, when the baron was in a hurry to stab the knight in the chest with his sword, the other party seemed to have seen through his moves, so he just dodged sideways, and then hit the baron's chest with his elbow, and the baron's body flew out as quickly as lightning as soon as he stumbled under his foot, and the knight's movements were as fast as lightning in one go.

"I, I throw in the towel." Baron Leopold's face flushed, and he had to admit that he had lost.

"It's all God's will." Sir Abraham smiled slightly, put away his sword very gentlemanly, he flicked his sword, played a sword flower in mid-air, and bowed to the Duke of Bemessi very dashingly, completely ignoring the Duke's ugly face.

The two servants hurriedly stepped forward and helped Baron Leopold to his feet, but the baron, with resentment in his heart, pushed away the servants who tried to help him, and walked into the crowd alone, and several good nobles stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

"Who else wants to try the sword of the Church Knight?" Sir Abraham stretched out his arms and circled the middle of the hall, but the nobles were silent, and even the Duke of Bemessi sat down, his right hand clasping the armrest of his chair without saying a word.

"The Lord God is above, behold, this is the defect of the worldly warrior who lacks faith." Sir Abraham laughed and said like a victor.

"Wait." Just as Jazz was about to return triumphantly to his brothers, a voice broke the silence in the hall.

"Oh, who is it?" Sir Abraham turned curiously and looked at the voice that made it, and even the other vassals and nobles looked at it in wonder.

"It's me, Baron Bruce." Bruce walked out smiling, he was in the direction of the door, so he had to walk ten steps to reach the center of the hall.

"Bruce?" Duke Bemessi's eyes lit up for a moment, but then dimmed, and he knew that Bruce was not a skilled nobleman, and the Locke family did not seem to be rich in warriors.

"Lord Baron Bruce, are you going to challenge me?" Sir Abraham looked at Bruce, a young baron who looked emaciated and wanted to challenge himself.

"Hahaha, Baron Bruce, you'd better go back." The other vassals and nobles also burst out laughing, all of them remembering Bruce's rumor that the amorous baron couldn't even get on a horse, let alone face off against the mighty Grace Knight.

"Oh, I just wanted to recommend a superb swordsman, isn't that okay?" Bruce shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, a rogue grin on his face.

"Do you recommend your own swordsman?" Hopes that have been extinguished by the Duke of Bemessi have been rekindled, and perhaps Bruce has a swordsman under him who can take on the Knights of Divine Grace.

"Is he a nobleman?" Sir Abraham pouted, and the beard on his lips curled.

"Of course I am a nobleman, my lords, my lordship, my lordship, I am a retainer of Lord Baron Bruce, Sir Edward from Wales in the Kingdom of Kate." At this moment, Edward stepped out, and he made a chivalric salute to the crowd.

"Hahahaha." But in response to him was the laughter of the hall, and even the Duke frowned and shook his head in disappointment, the knight not only looked thin, but also pale, and looked unhealthy, but thinking of Bruce's reputation, everyone naturally thought of what this little white face was.

"Your little face is so pale, can't it be because of your over-intimacy with the maids?" A nobleman laughed and said to Edward.

"That's right, my lord, the next nickname is the Pale One." Edward didn't flinch, his legs didn't understand, he turned to the nobleman, and said to the nobleman with a grin.

"Hahaha, Pale One?" Edward's nickname made the nobles laugh again, they thought that this pair of master and servant was really strange, not only the master was amorous, but even his knights were freaks.

"You're going to die, the Pale." Sir Abraham smiled contemptuously, reached out and stroked the beard on his lips, and said haughtily to Edward.

"If I can die in battle, it is my long-cherished wish." A smile tugged at Edward's lips, but his eyes gradually changed.