"Hmph, then don't regret it." Guy snorted coldly, and then secretly held back a ruthless force in his heart, and the spear, which was shining a little cold in the moonlight, was then held in his hand and rotated back to the position where he was ready to fight.

Rasvergne's mountain people were also straightforward, and Finn gave him a second chance, and he grabbed the barrel of his gun again, intending to make the young paladin pay for his arrogance.

The young man of the mountain people, who had outlined the muscular lines on his arms, bent his knees slightly, held the spear at his waist, and aimed the tip of the spear at the iron sword in Finn's hand, and slowly moved around an arc-shaped trajectory line with Finn as the center under his feet, and his amber eyes were engrossed, trying to find a flaw in the young paladin.

He had already experienced the terrifying power of Finn's before, and the brute force that could draw weapons from the enemy's hands with a single sword in his hand had clearly entered the realm of the monster level, and he really didn't have the confidence to fight the latter again, so he was very cautious at this time.

He didn't allow himself to make the same mistake a second time.

Guy clenched the spear in his hand, constantly making subtle adjustments to his position.

Fein glanced at his opponent with satisfaction, and then became serious, trying to take this opportunity to fulfill his declaration of "defeat the opponent with swordsmanship", so that the Sideburns Adventure Group could further convince him, so that he could completely suppress this group of adventurers who might cause some accidents in tomorrow's operation, and prevent this group of people who couldn't get rid of it anyway from causing him any new trouble in the dagger jungle the next day.

"Guy, wait a minute."

Just then, just as Guy and Finn were both focusing on the duel, Randolph suddenly stopped the mountain boy who was about to prove himself to the crowd again, and walked out of the team of the sideburns adventurers.

"Commander?"

Hearing Randolph's voice, Guy turned his head in surprise and realized something when he found that Randolph had untied the heavy two-handed tomahawk from his back as he walked out of the party.

"Commander. I'm sure I can defeat that paladin! He immediately shouted at Randolph and said, "The gaffe just now was just my carelessness, don't you believe me?" ”

"I believe you are an indispensable member of the team." Randolph stepped forward, axe in one hand, and patted him on the shoulder with the other, "But you're no match for him." ”

"But he's just a bronze-level rookie!" The young man of the mountain people was unwilling, "And I am silver, the top of silver!" ”

"So you still think he's a bronze-level rookie?" The leader of the party stared earnestly into his eyes.

Guy looked into Randolph's eyes, clenched the ten fingers of the spear tightly, and bowed his head in silence after a while.

The bald regimental commander understood that his subordinates were holding their breath in their hearts. But after all, he was unwilling to give the command of the adventuring group to Finn for the time being, so he sighed and persuaded Guy in a kind tone: "Go back first, and leave this place to me." ”

The young man gritted his teeth and sniffed, then nodded his head with difficulty, and then walked back to his companions without looking back.

There were whispers in the team of the Sideburns Adventure Group for a while, some people comforted him, some regretted his mistake, and some people talked about Finn's true strength. But the conversation of these adventurers soon shifted back to their leader and the young paladin, after all, Randolph took the initiative to replace Guy, and the fool could see that the leader of their adventure group intended to take action himself.

"I'm sorry, young man." After turning the leader, Guy walked back to the regiment with his head down. Randolph turned his gaze back to Finn, "Violet Ancestor famously said that despising one's enemies is tantamount to disrespect for one's own life. You're not much of an enemy of our sideburns band, but I think I need to apologize to you. ”

"You're welcome. Head of Randolph. Fein moved his arm and flicked his iron sword twice at his side.

Next, he twisted his neck. Turning his gaze to the bald man with a tomahawk in hand ready for battle, the Junior Insight Expertise projected a portion of Randolph's data on his retina, which showed:

【Leader of the Sideburns Adventure Group (13)??? /？？？ 】

The total level of the other party is 13, although most of them are mixed with the water of the basic career level, but it can be regarded as touching the level threshold of a gold-level adventurer.

The number of gold-level adventurers was not widespread on the shores of the St. Furren Sea in 460 A.D., platinum was even rarer, and the adventurers with diamond badges were almost always a very small number of powerhouses in history.

The bald man named Randolph locked onto Fein with a focused gaze.

The young man's power in the scene where he drew Guy's weapon with his sword not long ago had already attracted his attention, and if a person with no combat skills could defeat a silver-level adventurer with only brute strength, then this situation could only show that person was a genius in combat, and all he needed was a little inspiration and on-demand.

Randolph didn't mean to underestimate Finn at this time, rather than thinking that Finn was a genius with only brute strength, he would rather believe that Finn's previous behavior of adapting to the feeling of the long sword was deliberately pretended, after all, if the Holy Warrior of the Church does not know even a little skill in the use of weapons, it is as ridiculous as a ranger who can't shoot a bow, a wizard who can't cast spells, or a thief who can't pick a lock.

The bald leader of the Sideburns Adventure Group held the tomahawk in his hands firmly, opened his mouth and inhaled a deep breath of night air into his lungs, slowly exhaling the exhaust gas converted from his lungs through his nasal cavity, his eyes suddenly widened, and he took a meteor stride forward under his feet and roared towards Finn.

Randolph flicked his tomahawk over his shoulders as he charged, his physique was as strong as a bear, and his body was now like a chariot rushing forward.

The young paladin's eyebrows widened as his eyes widened, and the long sword in his hand immediately took on a posture to meet the attack.

"Bang!" There was a dull symphony, and the weapons in their hands slammed into each other.

The young paladin stared directly at the man who was rushing towards him, and in a parrying position, his longsword clenched with both hands slanted in front of him, and Randolph's two-handed battle axe slashed at the blade with the whirring sound of the slashing wind.

The simple iron longsword shuddered, but still stubbornly straightened its spine.

The weapon in the hand of the young paladin nodded slightly under the pressure of the battle axe, but it was not completely crooked. (To be continued.) )