Facing Ronald who stabbed with a sword, Sir Hubert did not look nervous at all, and also sprinted towards Sir Ronald without fear with a sword in his left hand and a shield in his right hand.

Bang...

Clang...

This blow, which was originally a must-kill blow with Ronald's conviction, was easily resisted by Sir Hubert, the shield in his left hand was blocked by Hubert's iris shield, and the long sword with a hand thrust was also deflected by Hubert, and did not hit any of his opponents.

However, Ronald would not give up so easily, and he knew that this raid would not have any effect on the powerful Hubert.

The moment Ronald's sword and shield were resisted, his whole body exerted his strength, the iris shield in his left hand forced Hubert to almost retreat, and the Norman sword in his right hand slowly pushed the opponent's sword towards Sir Hubert's neck under the push of Ronald's strong right arm, trying to cut the opponent's throat.

Whew... Whew...

The two X-shaped cross-crisscrossed Norman swords rubbed against each other, emitting a dazzling spark, and the piercing sound of friction resounded throughout the arena.

William and the others in the stands looked at the two people who were dueling with real swords, and they let out exclamations one after another.

Even the usually steady butler Osborne could not resist calling for someone to stop Sir Hubert and Sir Ronald from continuing such a dangerous duel.

However, William in the stands stopped Osborne's butler with a wave of his hand, because he knew that if the grievances between the two were not resolved in this duel and they were compared to each other, then they were likely to bring their personal grievances into the arena and break the previous situation of fighting but not breaking.

On the field, Sir Hubert, whose sword and shield were resisted, was not angry, and was not afraid of the sword blade that was gradually approaching his neck, and with a sudden force of his arms, he pulled Ronald back, and he also took a few steps back under the reaction force.

Hubert, who had been pressed by Sir Ronald before, was also angry, and after reining in his retreating steps, he raised his sword and chased after him.

Clang... Clang... Clang... Clang...

Sir Hubert held his sword and slashed downward, forcing Sir Ronald to be cut back step by step, using all his strength to hold the shield to defend, and he didn't even have the kung fu to use the sword in his right hand to counterattack the opponent.

After retreating four or five steps in a row, Sir Ronald also relieved himself, holding his sword and shield to alternately defend against Hubert's stabs.

Watching the opponent's gradual and slow slashing and stabbing, Ronald's eyes lit up, and he saw the opportunity to stab Sir Hubert in the chest.

The experienced Sir Hubert, despite his old strength, still did not give Ronald the slightest chance, swinging his sword in his right hand to provoke Ronald's thrust, and the iris shield in his left hand pushed forward violently against Ronald's raised arm, making him unable to swing his sword again.

"Uh... Drink..."

Sir Ronald was not to be outdone, the iris shield in his left hand slammed into the opponent's right rib to loosen the opponent's strength, and the Norman sword in his right hand slashed towards Sir Hubert's neck with a sudden force, forcing Hubert to raise his sword against the slashing long sword.

Whew... Whew...

The two long swords crossed again, pressing against each other's necks, and a trace of sparks emerged from the junction of the two swords, and the piercing friction sound sounded one after another.

"Ahh uh..."

The two stared at each other with their heads against their heads, their eyes wide open, feeling the heat and panting of each other's exhalation, and they pushed each other away in unison, distancing themselves from each other.

Clang... Clang... Bang... Bang... Bite... Bite...

Sir Ronald, who retreated, did not give Sir Hubert a chance to breathe at all, and chased after him in great strides, swinging several swords at Sir Hubert, and the swords were all aimed at his vital parts, looking like he was not dying.

Hubert, who hurriedly resisted Ronald's sword swing and slash, was also captured by Ronald's momentum, and for a moment Sir Hubert had to use his sword and shield alternately to resist the attack, and was forced to retreat again and again.

After Sir Hubert, who still had some strength left, stabilized his position, he struck at the Norman sword that slashed at him, blocking Sir Ronald's sword and slashing downward, and with a bang, the sword in Ronald's hand fell to the ground.

Hubert, who seized the opportunity to win, slashed at Ronald's helmet with a big turnaround.

With a single bell, Sir Hubert slashed the barrel-shaped helmet with a horse's head on Ronald's head to the ground.

Profound... Profound...

Whether it was the soldiers around them, or the onlookers around the arena, and the citizens, they all cheered and cheered.

William in the middle main stand was also relieved, at least Sir Hubert won this duel, his training methods, and his ability to recognize and employ people will be recognized by everyone.

Except for Knight Nelson, who was close to Sir Ronald, they all applauded Sir Hubert's bravery and cheered.

On the field, under the protection of the barrel helmet, Sir Ronald did not suffer any damage, seized the opportunity of Hubert's strength and pounced, the iris shield in his left hand caught Sir Hubert's right wrist so that he could not swing the sword, and his right hand hooked the opponent's neck hard, trying to break Sir Hubert's neck.

Sir Hubert, who was in a critical situation, was very calm, decisively discarded the shield in his hand, and his free left hand reached out, grabbed Sir Ronald's chin and threw it violently to the side.

Sir Ronald's chin was thrown aside by Hubert, and his right hand, which grabbed the other party's neck, was also loosened, and he took a few steps back in embarrassment, and distanced himself from Sir Hubert.

Sir Ronald was also a decisive man, he let go of the iris shield in his left hand, grabbed it in his hand and threw it at Sir Hubert, trying to block Sir Hubert's pursuit, then decisively turned and ran a few steps to a giant sword stuck in the ground, and suddenly drew the giant sword and turned around to slash at Sir Hubert with both hands.

With a wave of his shield in his left hand, Sir Hubert gently knocked the thrown irise-shaped shield into the air, and took a few steps forward to chase after the victory, but saw Sir Ronald raising his sword and slashing at him.

Bang... Bang... Bang...

Knowing that he was invincible, Sir Hubert retreated as he fought, and hurriedly used the iris shield in his hand to resist Sir Ronald's three greatsword slashes.

The wooden-skinned, one-handed iris shield could not withstand the slash of the two-handed greatsword, and within a few strokes, the shield was shattered, and even a corner of the shield was cut off.

The situation was really critical at this time, and Sir Hubert was like a lonely boat in the sea, and could be overturned by the waves at any moment.

William in the stands also secretly wiped a cold sweat for Sir Hubert, and the cronies and generals present exclaimed one after another, showing worry, and Faller, who was very close to Sir Hubert, turned his head and couldn't bear to look at it.

On the field, in order to resist Ronald's aggressive attack, Sir Hubert threw the shield and Norman sword in his hand at Ronald successively, and quickly ran to the giant sword inserted in the ground, pulled out the giant sword with both hands, and swung it at Sir Ronald.

Clang... Bite... Bite... Clang...

However, in a hurry, Sir Hubert was no match for the rushing Ronald and his slashing greatsword, so he had to hold the greatsword in his hands and hold it high to resist Sir Ronald's successive slashing greatsword.

Bang...

Sir Hubert, who was forced to the side of the wooden fence, saw the opportunity to flash to the side, and Ronald, who could not retract his strength, only cut the wooden fence and could not turn around to continue the attack.

The experienced Sir Hubert seized the opportunity and struck a blow at Sir Ronald's back with his greatsword.

Rao was protected by a sturdy back armor, and Sir Ronald was also knocked to the ground by the blow, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and no longer had the strength to get up and fight again.