The whole world was silent, and everyone was watching quietly, staring blankly. Look at Jones standing in the center, gritting his teeth, laughing, and crying. The hand holding the sword tightened tighter and tighter.

At this moment, no one knows what he is thinking, and no one knows what to say.

The whole world was silent.

As soon as he grasped the few remaining poisonous needles that were originally suspended in the palm of his hand, Duke Clermont lightly let the poisonous needles fall to the ground with a clanging sound. When it was over, he turned sideways and tried to walk away.

"Stop!" Jones cried out. There was a little cry in the voice, a little bit of a beast-like roar.

Duke Clermont paused, his face turned away from Jones with a blank expression.

"Fighting...... It's not over yet. ”

"But there's no way you're going to win. ”

"But I haven't lost yet!" Jones gritted his teeth and roared, "As long as I'm standing here, I'm not losing!"

Duke Clermont turned his head slowly.

Jones raised his sword and pointed it at Duke Clermont. Gasping heavily, a wisp of blood slowly slid down his forehead.

"How crazy are you going to be!" Before Duke Clermont could speak, Count Dracula had already rushed out and stopped between the two: "Lay down your arms immediately!

Jones was unmoved, as if Count Dracula did not exist at all. The sword was still pointed at the Duke of Clermont.

Adair was stunned. The bloods he brought with him, and the dwarves under Jones also looked at them in amazement.

The wind blew softly, caressing Jones's tear-stained cheeks and lifting his already torn cloak.

As the minutes ticked by, the Duke of Clermont stared blankly and silently at his opponent.

After a long while, the Duke of Clermont whispered, "I agree." ”

"Do you agree?" said Count Dracula, turning sharply.

Duke Clermont smiled, and continued, "But I have a new suggestion. ”

"What...... Suggestion?" Jones asked.

"Let your father take my place and duel with you. ”

Suddenly, Count Dracula looked at Duke Clermont with a stunned expression.

Count Messier had already put his hand on his forehead and turned his face away.

"Let ......," said Count Dracula, hesitantly, "let me duel him in your place?"

"Can't you?" Duke Clermont looked at Count Dracula with an expressionless face: "I said a long time ago, your son will be left to you to settle by yourself. ”

Count Dracula's scalp was numb: "But...... But I just ......"

"I've dueled people a lot of times, I've won and lost, but I've never cheated no matter the outcome. Duke Clermont smiled, shook his head slowly, and gently patted Count Dracula's shoulder: "Next, you can solve it yourself." I can only help you get here, and even regret it a little. ”

With that, he had already passed by Count Dracula.

Count Dracula cast a pleading glance at Count Messier, however, Count Messier drew the long sword at his waist and threw it at him: "Use my sword, my sword is sharper." ”

Catching the sword thrown by Count Messier, Count Dracula was stunned, and stood dumbfounded, looking at the sword in his hand.

In the middle of the battlefield, only he and Jones were left. In addition to this, there is a hydra that has lost consciousness. The rest, all of them had retreated into the distance, giving them room for a duel.

Returning to his own crew, the Duke of Clermont turned to stand. Count Messier hurriedly leaned over and whispered behind him, "I apologize to you for him." ”

"It's fine. The Duke of Clermont looked at Jones quietly and replied softly, "This is a stubborn child. ”

"Yes. ”

The branches of the surrounding woods swayed in the wind. The wind swept through the sand and dust, overshadowing the motionless hydra, passing past the father and son in the center of the battlefield. The cape flutters in the wind.

Jones slowly moved the tip of his sword and pointed it at Count Dracula.

Count Dracula slowly turned his face sideways.

Covering it with his hands, Jones coughed heavily. Injured, under the continuous high-intensity fighting, the eyes are a little blurred.

On the other side, the Count of Dracula was still in good spirits. Maybe it took a lot of effort to fight Jones just now, but now I've rested enough.

There is no doubt that this is another unfair duel.

......

In the quiet study, Prince Louis Sambo sat quietly, leaning sideways, looking out the window at Hilde, who was brightly lit.

"The young master gathered a lot of people and took a lot of money from the treasury. Of course, it's all his own money. A tall, thin clan stood on the other side of the desk and cautiously reported, "All of this is done quietly. If it weren't for the fact that there was just one of the people he transferred...... Not very close to him, maybe we don't know about it now. ”

"Do you know what he's doing?"

"It's not clear. I've already sent someone to chase after me, counting the time, it should be almost there. The young master will be brought back soon. ”

"How much has he lost during this time?"

Being asked like this, the tall and thin blood clan was stunned for a moment.

Prince Louis Sambo didn't look back, took a deep breath and said, "You just emphasized 'his own money', if I'm not mistaken, he must be in deficit again." Say, how much he has lost. ”

"No...... Not a lot. The Bloods replied hesitantly.

"What is 'not a lot'?"

"Two million gold coins. ”

"What are the results? For example, a stable relationship with a family or the development of a new business. ”

"I'm sorry, I'm ...... I didn't pay much attention. ”

"Okay, I got it. You go out. Find out the situation as soon as possible and bring him back. And those whom he brought out, also brought back. ”

"Yes. ”

......

Adair behind him was in a hurry, and hurriedly shouted: "Jones! You don't have to accept his terms! We rush up, and there is still a chance of winning! Even if we don't have a chance of winning! We can at least run away! I will gather more people another day! Believe me, I still have people!"

Trembling slightly, Jones raised his left hand to stop Adair, who was about to continue, and whispered, "No, I want to fight him now." ”

"Think...... Fight?" Adair's eyes widened.

Count Dracula laughed slowly, "You just want to fight me? Do you think you can win?"

"Yes, I feel like I can win. ”

"What gives you confidence, and you want to win me under such circumstances?" Before Jones could reply, the annoyed Count Dracula rushed forward with his sword in hand. This time, it was he who attacked, Jones defended.

With a "bang", Jones firmly held the sword that Count Dracula had chopped.

"Today! I'll let you know that no matter how old you get, I'm your father after all!" said Count Dracula, gritting his teeth, little by little.

"Today!I'll give you a taste of what I've learned from the outside!" Jones gritted his teeth, trembling slightly, and retreated little by little under the pressure of Count Dracula, but he was still so stubborn, and his eyes were wide as they had never been.

Count Dracula backhanded another sword, Jones still caught it, but because of the lack of strength, the whole thing was swept away. Flew five meters away.

With his left foot on the ground, and with almost no pause, Jones struck back and stabbed Count Dracula with a sword. Father and son, you go back and forth to attack and defend.

The people around were dumbfounded.

This is a father and son, but their style of play is not like father and son at all. Count Dracula was furious to the extreme, and every sword was as hard as he could, showing no mercy on his men. Although Jones is seriously overdrawn, it can be seen that he is also trying his best to defend and counterattack.

Roars, roars, the screeching sound of the two swords repeatedly colliding together echoed through the midnight mountains.

The unconscious Silver Hammer had woken up and looked at it with some dazedness.

Duke Clermont watched quietly, his face calm.

The barrel's mouth was already wide open, and Adair clenched his fists.

This is a war between father and son, and everyone else can only watch quietly, leaving no room for meddler.

In the long history, Giant Snake City may have experienced countless wars, but this is undoubtedly the first and most important one, and it is the one that laid the foundation for the real birth of the entire Giant Snake City.

It wasn't until many, many years later, when the name of the Hydra Knight was celebrated by the world, when Snake City became one of the greatest city-states in the entire Celtic continent and held a pivotal position, as the earliest inhabitants of Snake City, those dwarves still vividly remembered this war that was not recorded in the history of Snake City.

This is a war between the mighty Hydra Knight, the Grand Elder of the Blood Clan, Jones Delacula, and his own father.

With a bang, Jones was knocked out again. The feet fell to the ground, and two strangulation marks two meters long were forced.

Count Dracula's face was already flushed, and he gasped heavily.

Jones, who was extremely tired, looked like his body was already crumbling, as if he was going to collapse at any moment. And yet he was still standing. The tiger's mouth in his right hand had been cracked open and was dripping with blood. He silently switched the sword to his left hand.

Both swords, both Jones's and Count Dracula's, were already covered with gaps in their blades.

......

In the distance, on the horizon where no one is looking, a large swarm of bats has appeared.

"There it is! Oh my God, those are the deacons guys? What's going on? Is the young master crazy? Is this a fight with the deacons guys?"

"I knew it wasn't a good thing, I just didn't expect it to be this bad. The lord will definitely be angry, not only the lord, but also the head of the family. If you don't get it right, the young master will be deprived of his surname directly. ”

"So what do we do?"

"Let's take a closer look first......"

Quietly, a large group of bats lowered their altitude and escaped into the darkness of the woods.

......

Wiping the bloody corners of his mouth that had been kicked by Jones with his wrist, Count Dracula stared at his son and said breathlessly: "You, you can't win me." ”

"You're wrong, I can win you. Jones looked tired and whispered to his father, "The reason why I haven't won is that I want to make sure that I can win against you with this sword alone." Now I'm sure I can win if I'm all in my prime. ”

The wind blew softly, lifting Jones's torn cloak and Count Dracula's long hair, which was already messy. Exactly the same as Jones, with long silver-white hair.

"Hehehehe......" Count Dracula smiled: "Win without a sword, what do you want to win with?"

"Didn't you ask me how I defeated Pele?"

"Huh?"

"Today, I'm going to show you this. Jones took out the bone ring and put it on his left hand holding the sword: "This trick was originally intended to be used against Duke Clermont, but unfortunately he never gave me a chance." ”

Hearing this, Duke Clermont, who had been standing in the distance, frowned slightly.

"Yes, hehehehe, then come on! Let me try it, what a great way my son is!"

"Jones, him!" Adair cried out.

In the woods, the eyes of the blood clans lurking quietly widened.

The officers of the Board of Deacons stood silently and watched the battle.

Jones lowered his body slightly, and the next moment, he was already sprinting towards his father.

"Holy Light Technique!" suddenly appeared a soft light on the bone ring on his hand.

The next moment, in the pitch-black night sky, a holy light descended from the sky, enveloping Count Dracula entirely. White smoke rose rapidly.

"What is this!" roared from the pain that Count Dracula hauled.

The dwarves present didn't understand much, but the bloods were already stunned, including Adair, including the Duke of Clermont, including the officials of the deacon's council, including the bloods brought by Adel, and the bloods lurking in the woods sent by Adair's father to capture Adair.

With a bang, Count Dracula, who was burned by the light, blocked Jones's attack with his sword.

"Divine Bondage!" another shout.

Several huge auras appeared around Count Dracula, slammed towards him, and restrained Count Dracula.

The skin that came into contact with the aura burned directly.

"Ah——!" In the panic, Count Dracula's whole face became hideous. The sword had fallen to the ground, and one of them had not stood firm, and he had planted it entirely.

Before he could react, there was a crisp "bang", and Jones stomped on Count Dracula's chest, and the sword stabbed deep into his cheek.

Duke Clermont's eyes had never been wider.

All of it, in one go, exactly the same way it did against Pele at the ball.

The whole world was as quiet as the old night.

The wind blew softly, kicking up the dust.

The Light, the Divine Bondage, all is gone. In the middle of the battlefield, Jones stomped on Count Dracula's chest, his hands tightly gripping the sword that pierced into the ground, the blade of which was pressed against Count Dracula's face.

Close at hand, father and son, quietly looking at each other.

Count Dracula shuddered slightly, his eyes widened. Stunned, frightened. Beads of sweat slowly slid down his forehead.

With his sword in hand, Jones looked at him calmly, calm with a slight exhaustion.

"That's how I beat Pele. Many people have reminded you that I can perform holy arts, but you never believed me. Yes, how can your son, that cowardly Jones, know holy arts, but the child will grow up one day, and he will also know the courage to resist, and he will no longer be just your vassal. Jones opened the hilt with ease.

The sword trembled slightly in the wind.

Jones slowly stood up and whispered to his father, who was lying on the ground, "There will be another time, I promise, my sword will never be stabbed again." ”

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