In the wolf bandit group, Scott doesn't talk much, and he rarely jokes with people, at most, when the bandit leader Gross encounters something embarrassing, he echoes everyone and makes a few coaxes-

The red-haired woman seemed to have some identity, but he didn't care much about these things in his mind.

The long sword descended from above, swinging a sword curtain.

Bang –

The knife and sword collided fiercely again, and Canglan turned the blade sideways, easily blocking the blow - the blade slashed twice along the tangent of the blade, which was a cross slash of the knife, just forcing Scott to choose to retreat.

Then, Canglan flew up and kicked Scott's wrist with extreme precision.

Bang Dong –

The sword lands.

But before Cang Lan could make the next move, there was a loud bang on the flat ground in the center of the mine, and the smoke and dust filled the air-

The horses charged again.

Gross and Randall both raised their swords - the swordsmanship on the horse was slightly different from the usual foot combat, it had less use of pace, and more reliance on [horsemanship] and the power of the horse's own high-speed sprint.

A subtle smile appeared on Randall's lips.

As a member of the Geoffrey family, he has considerable attainments in the martial arts of cavalry combat, and after the first trial of the fight, he has made a decision-

Heavy slash in standard knight swordsmanship.

Using superb riding skills combined with the power of the warhorse, the knight slashes the enemy in a common move during the charge - the blade of the sword is pointed diagonally upward, and the arms are folded, ready to attack.

It's just that Randall's eyes suddenly widened.

He almost exclaimed.

On the opposite side, the young man drove a black war horse straight towards him - unlike the previous situation where the two of them passed by, the young man was completely desperate and tough in the face.

Mentally retarded?

When the two horses collided, the long sword was enough to disembowel the young man—neither of them was wearing armor, a choice that looked like a sudden fool on the side of blood.

Five-meter, three-meter, one-meter......

Gross stomped on his horse's pedals, and he rose from his horse, then slammed into Randall like a heavy meteorite.

The blade of his opponent's sword slammed into his chest.

A little stuffy, Gross even sensitively sensed the surging blood in his chest, maybe he was injured?

The thought only flashed through his mind, and he stretched out his slender arms, completely facing the sword, and threw his opponent off the horse—the two rolled together, drew a parabola in midair, and the dust settled with a loud bang.

Randall only felt Venus in front of him.

Under Gross's conscious control, his body was reduced to a pad of flesh.

With a heavy blow, the other party was unscathed?

He was deeply puzzled by the question, and rolled his eyelids, only to see the young man riding on top of him, swinging his fist.

Smack-

Gross punched the handsome face in the nose, and there seemed to be a cracking sound. The bridge of the nose, which had been straight, had turned into a folded line, and two strands of red blood were gurgling out of the noble knight's nostrils.

Randall struggled to turn over—

Gross's fingers grabbed his hair again, tumbling sharply on the ground. Such a picture does not resemble a duel between knights at all, and in fact it is closer to a tragic fight between street thugs.

All of a sudden, Randall's well-cut black dress turned into a pile of rags, and the angular pebbles on the ground left a few ugly blood marks on his fair face—

Another punch.

Randall barely twisted his head as he tried to break Gross's arm—he finally realized that he had misjudged the young man, and that the young man was far from as weak as he had suspected.

The hard phalanges under the thin skin were in close contact with his face, and Randall felt like he had been hit with a hammer on the head, and all he felt was a buzzing in his head.

Gross smiled, his face also stained with blood, with an indescribable madness and hideousness.

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