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The young men of the bandit group were amazed one by one - almost no one thought that in just a few days, Glo's strength had actually improved by leaps and bounds.

Apart from Mr. Froude and his caravan mates, the two groups quickly stood apart - like a mandarin duck hot pot, the robber is the bandit, and the veteran is the veteran.

In the crowd, Miss Mage suddenly exclaimed, but her voice was small and did not attract anyone's attention at all. She tugged at Scott's clothes next to her.

"Is it hard to make a noise like that?" Radia was referring to the sword that Glo had just struck.

"It's hard."

"How hard is it?"

Miss Mage tilted her little head like a curious baby.

"It's very hard."

After a long silence, Scott found it difficult to find an accurate way to describe it, so he had to perfunctory, "At least I'm still far away." ”

However, Scott was not discouraged by this, he stared at the middle of the field, paying attention to every move that took place - the middle-aged man with the scar held his long knife flat and made an inviting duel. Then, as he stepped out of his way and swung his long knife, Glo moved, his figure flashing, and his shadow was too fast to see.

Scott rubbed his eyes, trying to capture the blurry image of Glo's figure passing in front of the middle-aged man like a hurricane, and in the small space in front of them, there was a crisp sound of metal clashing and rubbing, and the surging air currents burst out in all directions.

Bang -

The bayonet sword followed the edge of the long knife and pointed directly at the face of the middle-aged man.

"Bielsa, be careful!"

A veteran in the crowd suddenly exclaimed. In fact, most of the people in the room could not see the situation of the battle between the two sides at all, but at that moment, the veteran noticed that some kind of air flow had become violent and dense - there was a difference between a long knife and a bayonet. The dotted air currents belonging to the bayonet sword were like a storm, and after a few rounds, they had completely gained the upper hand.

The sword just now caused the surrounding airflow to enter a state of complete disorder.

"What a powerful wind swordsmanship!"

The "bearded man" among the veterans quickly sighed. Although the young man who fought fiercely with Bielsa was an enemy, this did not prevent him from making an appreciative evaluation of the [Tempest Swordsmanship], as the name suggests, raging like a raging wind. The young man in front of him obviously had truly mastered the essence of the [Tempest Sword Technique].

Although they are now hated rebels, their former status still gives them extraordinary swordsmanship and knowledge. The [Tempest Sword Technique] itself was just a very common ordinary sword technique on the mainland, but when it was unleashed in the hands of that young man, the attack was extremely sharp.

After about ten breaths, the scene finally stood still, and the raging storm finally passed—the bandit leader's bayonet sword was pressed against the throat of the middle-aged man with scarred, and the veteran who had failed the duel threw his long knife to the ground with a gloomy gaze.

"I lost!"

The winner of the duel has been decided. Bielsa lowered his head, and the young man opposite smiled slightly, just looking at him, but did not make any further movements. Behind him, the stout veterans with weathered faces were now completely devoid of their previous arrogant appearance, including the "bearded", standing in place one by one, with their eyes wide open and holding their breath - they did not expect that the captain Bersa, who was born and died in the Sixth Eta War, led his troops in a bloody battle for three days and three nights in the Battle of Verdun, and killed countless Tasian rangers, was defeated in such a short time, after only such a few rounds.

Is this still the captain of Bielsa who has survived a hundred battles and has superb combat skills?

However, Captain Bielsa had broken through to the [Awakening Realm] last year - could it be that the kid on the other side was even stronger than the captain?

Glo withdrew his sword, he looked at his opponent, he hadn't spoken a few words to the middle-aged man in front of him since they met—but in Northland Nogo, the rules of dueling didn't need to be said too much.

The loser retreats, or, continue to fight, and live and die!

Bielsa turned back to the crowd of his comrades, his eyes silent, but there were mixed feelings in his heart - he had not tasted defeat, but like this, from beginning to end, the whole battle was completely suppressed by a young man, but it was the real first time.

Are the young talents of the aristocratic family? Not like. Bielsa stared at Glo's face, which was distinctly of Eastern Mountain Folk descent, sharp and angular like the claws of a lion. He suddenly felt a little old.

Bielsa's gaze swept across the equally young faces on the other side, and he looked at Miss Master, and after staring for a moment, he gave the order to his comrades—the order to retreat. Now that the duel has been lost, it obviously doesn't make much sense to keep your promise and continue to stay here.

"Bielsa?"

"Bearded" tried to reassure.

"It's fine."

Bielsa looked at the long knife in his hand, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

In the narrow mountain path, as he passed the young bandit leader, his lips under his beard squirmed slightly, even pulling the ugly scar on his cheek, "Wild wolf? ”

The veterans jumped over the jagged rocks and shrubs in the middle of the forest, and in a few moments, disappeared into the shadows of the trees. After Glo's gaze was goodbye to these so-called "rebels", he immediately moved to the carriage-

The bandits gathered around and began to examine the well-made armor and shining metallic weapons, Scott picked up a steel breastplate and stroked it carefully, while Oliver, drawing a large sword from the pile of goods that had been removed from the roadside, and gesturing at the air.

"Thank you, Your Excellency! Holy Radiance, may the grace of the Goddess be with you forever! ”

Mr. Froude ran over, and at last he had the courage to thank the strange young man. His fat face, a pair of small eyes rolling, he was brewing a word, trying to make up for the loss as much as possible - of course, it would be better if there was no loss.

The aristocratic lords should not be interested in looking at his little gadget.

It occurred to Frode, as he saw the blonde lady who was following closely behind the young man, and an idea soon came to his mind—he ran back to the carriage in which he was riding, and miraculously brought out a small, carved brass box from under the fur seat in the carriage, which he had untied from his belt, and the box was opened. Floss quickly reached in and touched his fat hand.

"Your Excellency, your lady is so beautiful, only this necklace of blood pearls from overseas lands is enough to match."

Floss bowed down his barrel-like waist with difficulty, and said with a flattering smile, "Xiao Ke is just a small businessman, and he can't give back much, so I'll give this to you, right?" ”

After saying that, Flot took a string of red beads in his hand and raised it so that the blonde lady could see it.

"It's just some very ordinary alchemy product."

Miss Radia was quick to make an accurate and merciless assessment. Although Flot understood the nature of a woman's love of beauty, and the importance of the line of Mrs. PR, he had no idea that this young lady was essentially closer to a mage than to a woman.

Glo sneered and stared at Flour's fat face, "Do you think I'm better at talking?" ”