Two shots missed, and someone stabbed him in the back of the head.

Even on a real battlefield, it is not a glorious thing to survive with the defense of power armor.

Except for the advantage of equipment, Claude has lost completely.

There was no cheer or applause, and the onlookers seemed to fall into a complete silence.

As a Knight of the Night's Watch, being defeated by an alien mercenary in an open competition is an absolute shame for the Night Watchman, who prides himself on being an elite.

Not to mention that it was so completely defeated that the onlookers of the night watchman were also disgraced.

However, Knight Claude did not make any mistakes.

The moment the starting gun is fired, it shoots immediately, and when the opponent is close, it does not panic, and quickly shoots the gun at close range. All actions are in accordance with the rules of the Night's Watch military discipline, and are a textbook response.

No Knight of the Night's Watch could be more confident than he could do better.

So how exactly should this defeat be explained?

In the command tent at the top, the commander-in-chief and several high-ranking night watchmen watched the whole battle on the command screen, and for a while they also looked solemn, frowning and pondering.

"It's an instant." The Captain of the Knights of the Holy Day, Colmo, dragged the mouse and replayed it to the very beginning of the time.

On the screen, the starting gun sounded, and Klaude Knight Commander opened fire. On the still screen, Asker's body can be seen slightly down, and his heels are slightly raised.

"The Illanian Swordsman's Fleeting?" Commander Bryce asked with a frown.

"Assasin's Assassins, to be exact." Colmo replied, "This footwork is widespread in the East, but it did originate from the Assasin sect at the earliest. ”

"The mainstream instantaneous step, with a lot of heel movements, is designed to make the swordsman's footwork more difficult to see by the opponent. However, the Assasin sect believes that the spiral is a meaningless superfluous action, because the purpose of the telephalometer itself is to explode and speed up in a short period of time. ”

"As long as you can get to full speed in an instant, how can your opponent see your footwork?"

"With the physical qualities of the Assasin assassins, they are indeed qualified to say such things." Phoebis said with a smile, "Because even if they don't spin their heels, normal people can rarely see their speed." ”

"That's right." Colmo turned on the 0.1 times playback speed, "Look at the picture again, from here to here, this Asker used to have the soles of his feet on the ground, and he took at least three steps in just 0.3 seconds, with an average step length of less than half a meter, and the speed has been raised to the peak in an instant, without any heel movement." ”

"It's the perfect Assasin Illania step." He concluded, "Not to mention Claude, even if the Templars were here, they might not be sure to shoot the other side with the first shot. ”

"So you think this Asker is an Assasin Assassin?" Commander Bryce asked.

"I don't think so." "As far as I know, the Assasin-style Illania is extremely difficult and difficult to learn. ”

"I heard that their Assassin Mentors would sprinkle the floor of the cafeteria passage with thistles, leaving only half the width of the soles of their feet, forcing the Assassins to pass in an instant."

"At noon, the canteen will only serve two-thirds of the food each day, so the Assassins must rush through the thistle area as fast as they can, or they will starve."

"After years of training, the vast majority of Assassins had festering wounds on the soles of their feet that had been repeatedly pierced by momentary mistakes. For pain relief, they have the habit of taking anesthetic drugs and wrapping painkillers around the soles of their feet with bandages. ”

"And this Lord Asker doesn't smell of any narcotic drugs on his body." Phoebis thought, "The posture of standing and walking is also natural. Either he covered it up well, or he ......"

"It's true that he wasn't born as an Assasin assassin, but learned and mastered the technique of instantaneous steps through another channel." Colmo analyzed, "I think it's the latter, because in terms of his strength, he must be the most elite white-clad assassin in the Assasin Sect. ”

"The target of this level of Assasin is either the cardinal of the Holy See or the princes and nobles of various countries. We are only the Eastern Branch of the Night's Watch, and if you want to be offensive, even if it is your Excellency Commander, it will not be the turn of the Assassins in White to take it personally. ”

"My head isn't that valuable." Bryce shook his head, "Anyway, just follow the normal process." ”

"Wait a moment, Your Excellency, Commander." Phoebus spoke up, "He's proven his fighting skills, but Quasimodo also mentioned something that makes me a little skeptical. ”

"It is said that this Lord Asker pierced the Black Knight's power armor helmet with an ordinary steel sword."

"Is there such a thing?" Colmo said in astonishment, "The strength of the material of military steel, even if it has been corroded for thousands of years, is not something that an ordinary forged steel sword can penetrate." ”

"People are in our camp, just ask." Commander Bryce said.

On the test field, Asker had already withdrawn his sword and stood quietly in place.

Outside, there was a buzzing swarm of chatter, and the Knights of the Night's Watch kept talking to each other, and the gazes cast into the field were stunned, suspicious, bewildered, and more undisguised hostility.

"Asker, he's amazing!" Nora grabbed Medea's arm excitedly, her eyes sparkling.

However, she soon noticed the uneasy change in the atmosphere around her, and she complained with some anger: "What's the matter with these people? My Asker defeated the other party openly, why did they all have such a cold attitude! ”

"Gee, that's how it works on the road." Medea said leisurely.

Looking around at the audience, barely reading any friendly thoughts, Medea suddenly raised the corners of her mouth and showed a kind of evil smile.

"Commander, you are so handsome! I love you! She shouted at the audience as if she had become a fan girl.

The sound of the surrounding rustling immediately exploded, and many night watchmen even stood up, pointing here and shouting excitedly, but they couldn't hear it clearly because there was too much noise.

"Medea!" Nora next to her was also shocked. If it weren't for the fact that Medea had a phobia of men, Miss Nun would have thought that her best friend had suddenly become a rival.

"Don't do that!" She tugged at Medea's arm in a panic, trying to get her to sit down and shut up, "Don't provoke them on purpose!" You're going to get beaten! ”

"Let them come." Medea said nonchalantly, "They dare to touch me?" I exploded on the spot! You can't blow them up! ”

She shouted "I love you" and "You are so handsome" several times, and Asker on the field turned around, with a helpless look of caring for mentally handicapped children on his face.

"Don't make a fuss." He said in his heart.

"It's fun." Medea said in the psychic communication, with a cheerful tone of prank success.

On the other side, the defeated Knight Chief Claude stood in place, his mind already muddy and blank.

Did I lose?

How could I possibly lose?

Lost to a wild mercenary?

I'm an elite Night's Watch veteran with power armor and over seven years of service!

Power Armor ...... By the way, his long sword was pierced on my helmet, and it stands to reason that it couldn't be pierced at all.

If it were a real battlefield, I wouldn't have taken any damage!

I haven't lost yet!

Knight Claude was in despair, as if grasping at a life-saving straw, and as soon as his spirit lifted, he raised his head and was about to speak.

Phoebus, the chief commander of the Morning Star Knights, pressed his shoulder from behind.

"Good fight." Phoebus said in a deep voice, "You've done your best, go down and get some rest." ”

"Lord Phoebus!" Claude said eagerly, "I haven't lost yet!" His sword can't pierce my helmet......"

"Enough!" Phoebus shouted in a low voice, "Inferior skills on the battlefield, and you have to rely on equipment advantages to regain face, don't you feel ashamed to be a night watchman?" ”

When Claude heard this, he suddenly felt like a mourner, and the whole person fell into a gray state of lost soul.

"Go back and think for yourself where you lost." Phoebus said as if he hated iron, and suddenly said, "Take off your helmet and give it to me." ”

"What?" Claude asked feebly.

"Lend me a helmet." Phoebis emphatically said, "Go back and get a new one from the quartermaster." ”

Claude obediently took off the helmet and handed it to Phoebus. The latter took the helmet and walked up to Asker and said:

"You have been victorious, Lord Asker. As we have agreed, I will approve your request for a transaction and deliver it to His Excellency the Commander. ”

"The other good news is that His Excellency the Commander is also watching the battle. As for Quasimodo, the last blow you stabbed through the Black Knight's helmet with your sword, and he wanted to see it with his own eyes, okay? ”

"No problem." Asker nodded.

Unlike the ability of the transcendent trait, the transcendent swordsmanship is not something to be kept secret - especially the Nine Styles of the Stars in the Land of Dragons, which no one on this continent can understand.

Even if they take a camera and shoot the whole thing next to them, and then play back and analyze it in slow motion, or take the helmet to the physics lab or the materials lab to study, nothing will come of it.

So Phoebus raised his helmet and held it high.

Asker's sword flickered, and the blade slammed forward.

Star Nine Style - Breaking Weight.

The sword pierced into the helmet without hindrance, like chopsticks inserted into tofu.

The tip of the sword rested in front of Phoebus's eyes, who held his breath and his pupils shrunk.

Just now, a faint sword groan caught his attention briefly.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that the longsword had pierced through the power armor helmet, and a few inches further forward was the center of his eyebrows.

And his skull will definitely not be harder than a power armor helmet.

The surrounding Morning Star Knights suddenly burst into flames, and many people even went to draw their guns as soon as possible, but were stopped by their companions.

"That's it, right?" Asker let go of his sword and asked indifferently.

"That's it." Phoebus took a deep breath.

Then I realized that I was already in a cold sweat on my back.