"Worthy of the leader."

"Iron Will."

"The care of the head is considerate and thoughtful."

"If I were a woman, maybe I would marry the boss."

The wolf bandits began to sigh again, and when they said the end, they couldn't help but snicker when they saw Miss Mage's face flushed, like a ripe apple.

And in front of the counter in the tavern hall, a large space has been vacated.

Gynold took a big step forward, and a powerful slash turned into a brilliant curtain of light—the trembling sound of the sword and scabbard was still in his ears, and Gross's figure disappeared in an instant, and when he reappeared, the cold blue sword blade pointed directly at the throat of the opponent.

This sword is extremely fast!

It's so fast that it's hard to see!

[Charge] plus "Draw the Sword", this is one of the several starting attack techniques that players are very familiar with in the previous game - its operation steps do not sound complicated, you only need to make the action of "drawing the sword" or "drawing the sword" in the process of charging, but the key is the control of the timing of the "drawing the sword".

In other words, this move must be adjusted according to the specific situation, and a second earlier or later will greatly reduce the power, or even cause mistakes, and the average player only knows this move, but it is difficult to do it well - but right now, the Frost Sword is in the hands of Gross, and every minute and inch extending forward is so subtle and just right.

After this sword, making a [fatal blow] to this vulnerable part of the throat can definitely achieve the effect of instant killing!

Gross's figure passed through the curtain of light—meaning that the young man was close before Girond's blade fell.

At this time, the tavern owner Rovren stared at this scene, originally he had a solemn face when he saw this young man's move, but when the figures of the two people in the venue were about to pass by mistake, he finally couldn't help but show a look of horror-

Perhaps, with this sword alone, his old friend Ginnod will be reduced to a lifeless, cold corpse.

Although Rovren had a full estimate of the young man's swordsmanship, when the shiny pale blue line flashed before his eyes, he finally realized that he was still underestimating it—this sword was so sharp and so wonderful that it was not an exaggeration to say that it was perfect!

Jianhao?

Is it really Jianhao?

As a veteran mercenary who has long since retired, Rovren has not let go of his martial arts practice. He knew very well that among the strength, in addition to the strength itself, there was also something called artistic conception - this young man's swordsmanship artistic conception definitely belonged to the level of the sword hero!

Such a young mountain man sword hero?

He tried to find the familiar faces in his memory, but he had no clue for a while, such a stunning young man should have a great reputation, but he didn't have any impression at all-

The attentive guests in the lobby of the tavern were exclaiming, then dumbfounded. Such a duel was only a few seconds, but the mental stimulation they felt far exceeded that of ordinary duels and battles with bandits in the wild.

"Jianhao?"

A slightly more knowledgeable guest exclaimed.

The sword wind blew the long hair on Ginnold's forehead, and the sharp feeling was piercing his skin with a painful ache - the leader of the Talon Mercenary Regiment, he knew he was too careless this time. The other party is not very old, and in his eyes, he has some contempt for this young man, and the consequences of contempt?

He has the strength of the inaugural rank, and in general, it is impossible to fall with a single sword easily - under the stimulation of adrenaline madness in the moment of life and death, it is completely relying on the instinct of the body, and the boots under his feet are heavy, and the floor is stamped to the ground with sawdust!

He flew backwards, no longer caring about the sword in his hand.

There was a soft bang - the long sword fell to the ground, and the winner was decided!

But the young man's sword is still flying forward!

Charge has a duration of three seconds.

The opponent's reaction was not unpleasant, but the speed of the body retreat was not as fast as the [Charge] class - and this blow was the strongest starting blow that Gross could make at the current level.

His gaze was cold, and he saw that the other man's gray eyes were full of surprise and fear, a panicked and even begging face—he felt as if he was back in the obscure and barren battlefield of the past, the blade of his sword drunk with blood, mercilessly slaying one enemy after another.

Who am I? The undefeated king of the battlefield?

"The Shepherd's Ocarina", the streets outside the town began to fall with light snow at this night—the year of the new moon, the winter of Cerris, came earlier than in previous years.

"Mr. Gross!"

He heard a crisp voice, one with anxiety and a hint of plea—Ladia Klein squeezed out of his companions, raised her arms in the air, and shouted loudly, "Mr. Gross, don't!" ”

He stopped, the Frosty Sword pressed against Girond's throat, and a drop of bright red blood erupted from the tip of the sword.

He saw Miss Mage rush in front of him—the hood of the mage's robe was thrown over his shoulder, and on that lovely little face, with red cheeks and messy hair, was shouting to him incessantly:

"Mr. Gross, don't, don't kill...... The teacher said that this is not good. ”

Gross withdrew his sword.

"I lost."

Gynod fell to his knees, his face ashen - the tavern was silent: some sat at the long table, unconscious as the overturned ale from the cup soaked his clothes; The waiter holds the tray of food and stands in a daze and forgets to give it to the guest; And those guests did not react, they fell into a deep shock and surprise.

They actually saw a sword hero's shot!

In the year of the new moon, the world's power barriers have not yet been gradually opened up as in the game, and the existence of Jian Hao is even rarer than the power of the awakening level - in this tavern hall that is only a hundred meters square, many people, in their lives, have seen Jian Hao's move.

A young swordsman.

Who is he?

This huge doubt suddenly rose in everyone's hearts - the tavern's owner, Rovren, clenched his fists, he had intended to help, but when this scene was over, he found that his palms were covered with sweat.

The blade of the sword is sheathed.

He watched Miss Mage smile with joy in front of him, and suddenly felt a little trance--there were two souls in his body, but now, he realized that the soul from another world was becoming strong and irresistible.

Who am I?

He fell back into the symptoms of that thinking.