Charles is now faced with a very big choice, one so heavy that he can't even make a decision right away at such a critical juncture!

Is it to save face, and then be beaten to the head and bleed? Or do you flutter forward without any scruples about aristocratic demeanor? What the hell to do!

Just when Charles was determined to make a choice, a big foot kicked the waist of the sneak attack guy behind him, and the power was so great that it directly kicked this strong man who was more than one meter eight meters away five or six meters away, and the spear also rubbed Charles's ear and smashed it heavily on his shoulder, but fortunately, he didn't have to make such a complicated decision.

Holding back the pain, Charles turned to look gratefully at the person who had helped, only to realize that it was not his teammate but a member of another red team.

The contestant of the red team seemed to be embarrassed to disturb the battle of Charles, and said a little shyly: "Ah, I'm sorry sir, I see that guy also wanted to sneak up on you just now, this is a despicable act that a real samurai can't allow, so I just took a shot to teach him a lesson, you won't blame me, right?" ”

Before he could finish his words, Charles already knew who the contestants of the red team were, not the slightly shy young nobleman in the preparation room!

Although they were now considered "enemies", he had saved himself in a real way, and Charles had to reply very politely: "No, sir, how can I blame you for your noble deeds, but on the contrary, I am very grateful to you, if it were not for your generosity I would have suffered a great hardship!" ”

Even with the veiling mask, Charles could guess how the face underneath was twisted, but he guessed wrong, and the voice suddenly became extremely firm and murderous.

"Since there are no more people in the way, I think the two of us should be able to compete like that, I don't know if you are willing to fight with Zaixia!"

Although the speaker is in an inquiring tone, the meaning in it cannot be denied.

Charles narrowed his eyes and said lightly, "This is naturally no problem, but why don't you go to the viscount first, but instead come to me, an unknown person?" “

"Forgive me for taking the audacity to introduce myself under Charles. Richman, I am the Knight Captain of the Praetorian Guard, and I have heard of Dante's reputation for a long time, and I have an estimate of his strength. But here today, to my surprise, there is an opponent like you who deserves to be taken seriously, so I have the courage to ask that I have a fight with you before I can compete with Lord Dante, and I hope you don't blame me. “

Although this Charles's words sound like that, very much in line with his status as a noble knight, extremely humble and upright, but if you taste it carefully, it is so arrogant and unbeatable.

Charles felt the back of his head wet, needless to say that his head must have been broken and bleeding from the attack just now, but at this moment he couldn't say that he was injured or anything. I came to this athletic conference by myself for my own purpose, how could I give up so much before I have yet emerged?

So Charles imitated Charles's tone and said word by word: "Compare with Dante after you are done with me?" Are you so confident that you can beat me? Haha, well, since you want to fight me so much, then come here, a warrior like you is worth my shot. “

The effect of Charles's words was also very obvious, and Charles stopped talking nonsense, he just greeted Charles lightly, and then stood up straight.

"Please!"

"Please!"

Dewey reclined lazily on a pillar in the stands, on which the sculptors of Djerkhara carved with great skill the episodes of the First Battle of Uxwell. Uxwell, an unassuming metropolis in Swadia, was the site of the first king of Rhodok who defeated the Swadia loyalists of the Wincord family, and the pillars depict the king of Rhodok beheading off the head of Count Wincord.

He picked up the glass in his hand and poured the blood-like liquid down his throat.

"It's getting more and more interesting, these two guys really think of themselves as characters, they really think this is their own family territory! Looks like these two guys are two of the three viscounts, noble? Heh, it's just a couple of grandstanding clowns. “

Naturally, Charles did not know that his deliberate desire to make a name for himself was so unbearable in the eyes of the future master of Djerkhara, and he only knew that the young nobleman in front of him was indeed a formidable opponent.

Whether it is his swordsmanship or his awareness in the face of attacks, it can be said to be top-notch. But fortunately, Charles himself is not bad!

Charles raised his sword high above his head and slashed at Charles's position. Charles didn't panic at all, only to see that he raised the round shield in his left hand equally high, and easily resisted Charles's seemingly extremely terrifying thunderous blow.

Charles certainly didn't think he could hit the man in front of him so easily, but before he could make a second attack, the long sword in Charles's right hand stabbed out of the shadows behind his shield.

Charles's pupils contracted, and without thinking about it, he smashed the shield in his left hand downward, blocking Charles's tricky attack.

They just come and go, you stab a sword, I cut a knife, and the fight is not lively.

At this time, the participants of the green team have been eliminated, and the red team is only left with Charles and another unknown contestant, and the blue team here in addition to Dante and Charles There are still two contestants still standing on the field, fighting fiercely with the contestant of the red team, looking at the embarrassed appearance of the red team contestant who was besieged by them, everyone knows that the victory of the blue team is a certainty.

Sure enough, the contestant of the red team was defeated, and was extremely unwilling to be knocked to the ground, and fainted in a hurry before he could even say a cruel word.

The two BLU contestants looked at Charles in the midst of a fierce battle, and were ready to come up to help, with their spears in hand. The figure standing in the center of the field finally moved, and with a wave of his two-handed greatsword in his hand, he blocked their way.

Looking at their puzzled eyes, he also seemed to be extremely disdainful of explanation, and just said lightly: "Don't go." “

Fortunately, in the shadow of the famous tree, although these two contestants were extremely dissatisfied with Dante's arrogance, they had to stand aside stupidly and dare not speak.

At this time, a new situation appeared on the side of the charre. Charles's sword flew like a viper into Charles's heart, it was the fastest way to kill his enemies that his years of training had taught him, but he forgot that this was not a battlefield! Charles didn't hide, and he just hit him.

Hey, it hurts!

Charles frowned, took a big step in front of Charles, and slammed the handle of his sword on the head with the sword in his hand.

Charles shook, his body visibly shaking, but unexpectedly he didn't fall.

Just as Charles was about to repeat his plan, he heard the man in front of him say in a voice full of anger, "How dare you! “

———————————————————————————————————————————————————

Wow, this is really uncomfortable.,It's hard to write about the fact that the athletic conference can only stun this setting.,And there are a lot of weapons in the game that I don't dare to use here at all.,It's too dangerous after all!

So I decided to end this part as soon as possible.,It's going to be the next part of the main character's story right away.,Please recommend and ask for a monthly pass!