In the street near the Boomer Mercenary Guild, the flow of people who came and went stopped, and they seemed to find a little fun in the boring days, and they all turned their eyes to the two men in the middle of the street—

A merchant in a carriage complained at first about the blockage of the road, but when he understood what was happening, his sparkling eyes quickly widened, and then he opened his mouth like a dehydrated fish and quickened his breathing.

"Color?"

Of course, "Redbeard" Red knew that such a thing as a competition between mercenaries was indeed common, and he stood in front of Gross and looked at this young man with some surprise-

What surprised him was not this sentence, but the relaxed and cheerful attitude of the young man.

Gross still smiled - "Redbeard" Red snorted coldly from his nose, he glanced at the young man opposite, and said:

"Color? I love this sword of yours. If you win, you can do whatever you want. ”

"Redbeard" Red has his eye on the Frosty Sword.

"Whatever you want? So, how about joining my mercenary group and a three-year contract? ”

Gross replied quickly.

His answer made "Redbeard" Red stunned, even if his strength is not bad, a three-year mercenary contract is an extremely cost-effective deal compared to a superior-level weapon-

The contract between mercenaries does not determine the master-servant relationship, if you know that a certain mission to death or fall into a dangerous situation, you can completely refuse or choose to leave.

However, Gross's expression was serious, and although this was not a deal at the moment, Red began to guess that the young man either had a problem with his head or was too confident in his own strength.

It's normal for young people to be confident, but it's just arrogance in ignorance, it's a kind of stupidity—

In the Boomer Mercenary Guild, and even in the area along the shores of the Silver Lake, who doesn't know the famous name of the lone mercenary "Redbeard"?

Red couldn't help but laugh dumbly, and was about to open his mouth to laugh a few words, but saw that the young man opposite was already pointing at him with a long sword.

"Let's get started!"

Hearing this, Red swung his greatsword, its thick blade rising to shoulder height, ready to slash downward—Gross's shadow flickered in his field of vision, and then the sound of the wind in his ears became sharp and urgent.

Fast!

Blazing fast!

Few onlookers could see Gross's movements, and the merchant, who had rested his head against the small square window of the carriage, shuddered, rubbed his eyes, and then reached out to pat his coachman. "Do you see what's going on?"

The coachman shook his head blankly.

However, before the merchant could finish his sentence, a roar rang out in the middle of the street, and then, a gray shadow seemed to cross the air, and the shadow flew higher and higher, and fell, falling towards the vermilion tiled roof of a nearby building that glowed faintly like fish scales.

Red's figure had just turned half a circle from where he was. He saw his opponent turn with his sword in hand—his hand was empty, and the gray shadow was his greatsword.

One round!

It's just that in the first round of the first fight, his weapon was knocked away by the young man in front of him - according to the rules of the competition, it is not that the head is cut off or the blade of the sword is put on the neck to be lost, just like the weapon is now taken off, which is also a kind of defeat.

There was no doubt that it was only one round, and he had already lost the fight before he even had time to attack!

"Redbeard" Red couldn't believe the fact in front of him, even if he lost to the eventual champion Derek in the New Year's Festival Challenge, it had gone through hundreds of rounds of fierce battles, like such an opponent within a match, he only remembered that when he was young for the first time he practiced martial arts and held the wooden sword, he lost to his brother-

Red felt his head go blank in an instant. Many onlookers in the streets fell silent at first, and after several seconds, there were exclamations, applause, and then loud, arguments, and applause.

"Proud Red has finally suffered, haha."

"Well done, young man."

"Red meets a real strong man and acts like a ridiculous frog at the bottom of a well."

It can be heard that what "Redbeard" Red did in the past has long been unpopular in the eyes of others.

"Delusion?"

"Hey, this sword is so fast, I feel dazzled."

"yes, I sneezed and didn't even react."

"It's unbelievable that Red just lost."

There was a cacophony of voices from the crowd of onlookers, and the companions behind Gross were stunned for a moment, and then quickly cheered loudly with excitement - Miss Mage stared at Gross's back, and Stewart, as if in a state of thought.

He was thinking about what had just happened.

It's a pity that the specific situation of Gross's fight with "Redbeard" Red is only clear to the two parties.

Gross charged, his body brushed past General Red the "Redbeard", and then a stab from his back through his armpit stabbed Red's wrist with precision.

The pain was so intense that Red couldn't help but loosen his wrist, and the greatsword was slashed high as Gross changed his sword style.

The protection of the wrist of the swordsman is the most basic content, and Red would make such a mistake?

Although Gross moved quickly, the two sides reached the peak of their inauguration, and the difference in shooting speed between them was not enough to create such an amazing effect.

Stewart closed his eyes, recalling the scene in his mind, but he couldn't discern the subtlety of it.

The crowd was still talking, and Red in the middle of the street looked depressed, he looked at the young man opposite, and then at his own hands. When the other party drew his sword, he felt an irresistible huge force from the other direction, pushing his body towards the opponent's sword blade-

He slowly untied the cowhide bracer on his left wrist, and there was a red mark on it. The thick leather of the bracer and the iron plate inside effectively protected his wrist, but the strength of the opponent had been fully revealed in the battle just now.

Who is this young man?

The other party can defeat him within one combination, and he will never be a nameless person, not to mention, the face with the characteristics of a mountain man is so young.

"You've lost."

Red stood motionless as Gross put his sword back into its sheath and reminded. He left the arena of the competition, came to the side of the war horse, turned over and got on the horse-

In Gross's unique vision, a bright green message has appeared in the system bar: You have defeated the mercenary Red, causing a huge sensation in the Boomer Mercenary Guild, gaining 1050 mercenary reputation points (5% of the mercenary reputation gained from the mountain people's bloodline bonus).

Mercenary reputation is a very useful thing for Gross, who is planning to make a big career in forming a mercenary group - mercenary reputation determines not only fame, but also the tasks that can be accepted, bounties, and the number of people that may be recruited.

After all, a master would never want to hang out with a bunch of rookies for a long time.