"Milestone: Duel Master starts when you have defeated 1 opponent in the dueling arena, and you need to defeat 5 opponents in total to earn the title of Duel Master."

Identification was thrown out while the man was giving a salute. Zhao Qian clenched the long sword that had been in his hand since he arrived.

There was a hint on his wrist.

"Louis Lemeade

French aristocrats: Lords

HEIGHT 6 FEET (1.82 METERS) AND WEIGHT 80KG

Strength: 6 points

Dexterity: 6 points

Stamina: 5 points

Perception: 7 points

Charisma: 6 points

Intelligence: 5 points

Spirit: 5 points

Basic Melee Lv2, Basic Footwork Lv2, Basic Endurance Lv1, Foil Mastery Lv1.

E-Class Special Ability: Predict parrying

Anticipate parrying: Luis's long dueling career has given him a rare experience in duels, and he is able to judge the next step in a duel through the subtle gestures of his opponent's hand. ”

Not bad.

Zhao Qian looked at the attributes of his opponent and gave a salute.

"You're strong."

The next second, the moment he raised his head, the man's long sword had already pierced him, faster than the words in his mouth.

This looks more like a means of distracting the opponent.

If this were the case in a real-world fencing match, his opponent would have called out to the referee and he would have violated the rules.

But, in this kind of place, in this kind of dueling arena.

As a referee who witnessed the aristocratic duel, although he was also a nobleman with high power, he would never go down to such a place that could threaten his own safety at any time.

In fact, the legendary referee was sitting in the audience.

A place in the spectator stand with one of the best locations.

But he didn't bet like the other crazy aristocrats around him.

Because he is the biggest bookmaker in the market for this duel match. According to some private rules of the Parisian aristocracy, the nobleman who is the witness, that is, the referee, can act as the banker, but must not bet on either side of the participants in the duel.

Violators will also be ostracized by the nobles, and may also have their titles stripped of their titles.

This long-pampered nobleman squinted at the audience, as if he was deaf to the foul words in his ears.

In his gaze, he could clearly see Luis, who had a lot of experience in duels, to strike first.

But it's not a violation, because the etiquette is over.

His gaze wandered, looking at Zhao Qian, who was still in a daze when he raised his head on the other side. The life and death of the foreigner half-breed in his eyes was decided.

It seems that there is an additional young corpse in a grave on the outskirts of the city.

"Ding! While! ”

The instinctive reaction of the limbs, this can be regarded as a habit of Zhao Qian to seriously eat the foil skills.

The sword in his hand, which was completely useless in the war, was three inches long, and the abrupt sword pierced straight into the slender sword in the hand of this foreign nobleman. It's like I should have been stabbed there.

"But ......"

Zhao Qian's opponent was disappointed, and Louis gritted his teeth. He wanted to say something.

Even if he had taken the lead, it didn't seem to be of any use.

Because Zhao Qian's combat experience was not bad, on the contrary, he estimated that he was much richer than all these people present.

Whether it's a street brawl or a life-and-death fight.

With a flick of his wrist, the blade of the sword in his hand slammed.

Zhao Qian watched his opponent take a few steps back, his face was expressionless, but his heart was interested.

took a small step forward, and the slender sword in his hand pulled a sword flower.

Without warning, the sword stabbed out as Louis looked solemn, like a poisonous snake hiding in the shadows and waiting to move.

Wear it through.

No way? I've obviously made a parry.

Zhao Qian looked at his opponent, originally he planned to use this guy to practice more foil, who knew that that person's body couldn't keep up with his thoughts at all.

In his eyes, he could almost immediately see any flaws in the movements of the man opposite him.

Obviously, they all looked at him, and their eyes were looking this way.

Who knows.

He looked at the fallen corpse in front of him and shook his head.

The movements were actually incoherent in this situation, and it is estimated that it has a lot to do with the sudden sword that stabbed him just now was too fierce.

Blood splattered on the ground.

"Your stab deals 50 damage to Lee Mead, and since it is a vital part, it deals additional critical damage, and the actual damage is 100."

"Your opponent Lee Mead currently has -50 health."

"Your opponent, Lee Mead, is dead."

"Milestone: You have defeated 2/6 opponents, and you need to defeat 4 more opponents to earn the Milestone title."

A little black dot spread down something on his body to his fingertips, tattoos.

Zhao Qian silently glanced at the ink tadpole that was like a drop of water falling down the sword hanging down from the ground in his hand.

It fell to the corpse on the ground and was quickly gone.

"Your magic pattern activates nourishment and gains a certain improvement."

The dueling arena was already silent at this moment.

No one expected that Louis, a dueling nobleman who was well-known in the Paris duel arena, would die under the sword of this unknown foreigner in front of him.

"Well done! Brat! You made me a whopping 5,000 gold francs! ”

There was a cry of joy in the audience, like a drop of water falling into a pan, which instantly made the nobles who had crushed Louis "explode".

The incriminating sounds can be heard even from afar.

More nobles were awakened, and some of the gentlemen, who were personable and did not participate in gambling, rose up and applauded the warrior who loved to fight duels.

For a time, a farce full of living beings was staged in the audience.

"Quiet!"

The Duke of Chels stood up in the chair of the audience as soon as the duel was brought to an end, and as a witness to the duel, he wanted to announce the final result.

The surrounding audience also gradually calmed down after Chels stood up.

Everyone present knows the rules.

Except for the occasional guy who lost some money and was still chattering there, everyone kept their mouths shut.

"I declare that the final winner of this duel is ......"

Zhao Qian heard the voice and looked wherever he went.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, and something made the public platform, which had been quiet again, explode.

He stood beside the corpse and watched.

The sudden burst of fire instantly engulfed the guy who stood up and spoke.

The screams of people in the stands being hit by flying rocks or something, the screams of women, the cries for help, and other more chaotic sounds rang out on the stage.

Zhao Qian watched, and a piece of gravel flew to his feet. Hit the shoes on his feet and stopped.

He knew what it was.

An explosion!