Royal Colosseum.

On the field, Twelve and the twenty-five knights of Robert's Imperial Guard Knights stood opposite each other, and the nobles and ordinary people who were watching were silent.

John Thompson, the captain of the Knights, walked out of the queue and looked at the princess in front of him with a haughty expression: "Your Royal Highness, my suggestion is that you choose any knight from among us to fight in place of the Knights, as long as you can win him, the victory will be yours." ”

John does have the capital of pride, since the establishment of the Robert Empire, the Knights of the Guards has always been the highest level of combat power in the country, and its members can be ten when they pull out any one of them, so the men of the whole country, whether they are nobles or commoners, are proud to be among the Knights of the Guards, and it can be said that standing here today is already a symbol of strength.

If all of them were twenty-five today, then the little woman who had won the battle of twelve would only be said to be bullied by more, and John could not tolerate the knights being smeared with such a stain.

Twelve shook his head and insisted, "I said let you go together, you will go together, where did you come from, so much nonsense. ”

In her eyes, these knights who have been systematically trained all year round are proper war scum, perhaps they are often victorious generals in terms of force and skill, but the sword has no eyes on the battlefield, and no enemy will play cards according to the routine.

If there were twenty-five battle-hardened warriors standing in front of her, Twelve might still need to be a little scared, but in the face of these wooden stakes framed by dogmatism, she just said one word, fight, and it was over.

John returned to the group and whispered to his teammates, and finally he stood up alone, clenching his sword and raising it in a battle-ready stance.

Xu wanted to teach the twelve who defied them a lesson, and after several deliberations, the Knights sent John, the captain with the strongest fighting power, to test the waters.

"This group of people is really ink." Twelve looked impatient and pulled his sword from the scabbard at his waist.

The sword was unsheathed, and everyone present let out an exclamation, even the Knights, who were sitting in the audience, and Kyle frowned subtly as he looked at the sword in her hand.

Twelve didn't know what was so special about her sword, and thought it was probably too gorgeous, but this sword was just unspeakable, so she took a sword and pulled a sword flower, and when John on the other side was stunned, she stabbed it with a sword.

John reacted quickly and dodged in time, but he still couldn't avoid a deep cut in the armor on his chest.

Annoyed, he also picked up his sword and met Twelve's attack.

The two of them made one move and one style, you went back and forth, and sparks constantly rubbed between the sword blades, and several times, the twelve swords almost pierced John's throat.

His decline gradually appeared, and those who did not understand martial arts on the field could see that John was gradually unable to do so, and began to talk in a whisper.

John was distracted by the chatter, and at that moment, twelve sharp blades pressed against John's fragile neck.

"You've lost." When Twelve said this, his face was not red or panting, as if she was not the one who had just fought John, but John, on the other hand, was sweating profusely, panting, and his neck was pierced by a sharp blade, and his skin was oozing bright red blood, and he was very embarrassed.

John had never lost so badly, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at the twelve in front of him for a moment.

Twelve smiled lightly: "Are you still fighting?" Either let's go together, or don't talk nonsense! ”

If you don't lose the face of the knights today, you will have to explain it here, John raised his hand and waved, and the knights behind him were only slightly stunned, and then raised their swords and attacked the twelve without hesitation.

If it is said that the promise of a John cannot prove anything, it can be said that the twelve is a sneak attack is a fluke, then the next battle can be said to be an eye-opener for all audiences.

Twelve, who obviously looks so petite in front of the tall knights, is like a pampas reed rooted in the soil, facing the roaring storm and rain, coping with ease and confidence.

I saw that she sometimes lightly avoided attacks, and sometimes attacked the knight's weakness with the sword in her hand, and in an instant, the originally well-trained twenty-five knights were in chaos, either you hit me, or my sword almost hit you.

Before the Order could admit defeat, Kyle called a halt.

"Enough, Knights, you've lost."

Everyone in the Knights is directly under the orders of the Emperor, and Kyle has said so, and no matter how unwilling they are, they can only put down their swords one after another.

In fact, Kyle is not afraid that the Knights will lose, but if the confrontation continues like this, the Knights will be very depleted, and if an enemy assassin assassinates, no one will be able to protect him.

Even the discerning people can see that the emperor is speaking for the Knights.

Although the duel has ended, the wonderful confrontation just now is enough for the audience to applaud, and some people began to stand up and applaud the twelve in the center of the field.

The thunderous applause pulled the twelve back to reality, she stared at the sword in her hand, trying her best to get rid of the discomfort in her hand, everyone present didn't know that the twelve just now actually retained a lot of strength, just defending and disrupting the formation of the knights, and did not take the initiative at all, if she was more serious, she was afraid that she would be able to solve the battle with three punches and two kicks, where would it be Kyle's turn to stop.

And the reason why she chose to defend conservatively came from the sword she was holding in her hand, quickly put the sword away, and Twelve walked back to the sideline where she rested.

Where, Victoria had been waiting for a long time, holding the cool grape juice and silk handkerchief in her hand and handing it to Twelve: "Mother, you are so powerful! I'm going to be like you. ”

Twelve distracted thoughts touched her little head: "Okay, then you have to go to class obediently in the future." ”

Victoria nodded obediently.

Suddenly, the crowd didn't know who said: "I remember that Her Royal Highness the Imperial Concubine graduated from the Royal Noble School at the age of 17, right?" ”

Someone immediately chimed in: "Yes, she also won the first place in swordsmanship back then." ”

Suddenly, the onlookers were dumbfounded.

Although the matter of Twelve is not a household name, but few people do not know, at the age of 17, she defeated the swordsmanship instructor of the royal aristocratic school who was much older than herself, and graduated with excellent grades, and was nicknamed "Wushuang Sword Queen".

For a while, people were talking about it, how could they forget that this seemingly weak imperial concubine still had such a strong side.

While talking about Twelve's past achievements, I was also moved by her strength in my heart.

John naturally heard people's talk, but he didn't expect that the one who fought him just now was the talented "Peerless Sword Queen", if so, the Knights would not be ashamed to lose, and even felt a little honored.