Alain glared at Sir Willy, an answer that made the cruel man angry. Although Sir Willy had the elegance, reserve, and a modicum of humor of aristocracy, that was what Alain hated most as an illegitimate child, who had been abandoned by his family since childhood, and he hated all hypocrisy, whether by heart or habit.

"Since you want to die so much," Alain waved his axe in annoyance, "then I will fulfill you." ”

Sir Willy held his sword behind his back with one hand behind his back and the other in his hand, his arms bent, his upper and forearms folded together, at shoulder level, and aimed straight at Alain. "That's not going to work, it's my job to guard this staircase, but I can't let you pass. ”

Alain no longer spoke to Sir Willy, preferring to speak with his own axe rather than with these twists and turns. Like a berserker, Alain roared and rushed towards Sir Willy, his speed so fast that he almost had a shadow before him suddenly.

But Sir Willy's reaction was also very fast, and when Alain appeared in front of him, he stabbed his sword with precision, facing Alain's face.

However, Alan did not dodge, he met it head-on, he dared to attack head-on, not only confident in his speed, but more importantly, he had a plan to deal with such swordsmanship.

When Sir Willy's sword stabbed in front of Alain, almost touching the wrinkles on Alain's face, he suddenly opened his mouth and bit the tip of Sir Willy's sword with his teeth.

Sir Willy was slightly surprised, he didn't expect Alain to catch his sword with his mouth, and Alain's teeth were very strong, Sir Willy's sword was bitten by him, and he couldn't even pierce an inch.

At the same time, Alain's two short axes were already about to see Sir Willy's neck, because they were swung from the left and right sides, so the short axes were slightly slower than Sir Willy's straight sword. However, because it was attacking from both the left and right at the same time, Sir Willy had no other way to avoid his head being cut off than to dodge backwards.

Almost subconsciously, Sir Willie threw his sword and leaped backwards, avoiding the blow of Alain's two axes. However, this was exactly what Alain had expected, and he waited for Sir Willy to step back.

The soles of his feet kicked on the steps, and Alain slammed forward, chasing after Sir Willy, and once again in front of him, and this time, Sir Willy had no sword in his hand.

The sword that was bitten in Alain's mouth just now had already fallen to the ground because Alain loosened his mouth when Sir Willie abandoned the sword and retreated. Alain smiled cruelly, as if he had seen Sir Willy being dismantled by him.

Although he was caught up by Alan again, Sir Willie still did not show the slightest hint of panic, as a top swordsman, even between life and death, his heart could remain calm enough.

Sir Willy kicked Alain's chest with his leg raised, and because Alain was wielding an axe with his arms outstretched, his chest was wide open, and Sir Willy kicked him in the chest without hindrance. However, despite the weight of Sir Wiley's kick, Alain's body was as hard as a rock, and Alain couldn't help but be hurt by this kick, and his body didn't even move.

But that was enough, and Sir Willy followed up with the kick that made him take a step back again.

However, if Sir Willy had escaped his clutches so easily, Alain would not have been worthy of being called a cruel.

The left hand immediately let go of the axe, and Alain turned to grab Sir Willy's leg, which was still kicking in the air. The calf was caught, and Sir Willy's backward trajectory was stopped again, and he was pulled back by Alain. He saw a cruel smile on Alain's face, as if he was already cheering for the feast of flesh and blood in advance.

"Watch your legs be chopped off!"

The axe on Alain's right hand slashed at Sir Willy's leg, but when his axe slashed at Sir Willy's leg, the scene of flesh flying did not appear, but instead there was a screeching sound of metal clashes.

"What?" Alain was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that Sir Willy had a problem with this leg.

Sir Willy grabbed Alain with a backhand, but now he didn't want to keep him away. He was pressed down hard by Alain's grabbed leg and stomped on Alain's chest again.

Alain could already hear the sound of gears turning.

Despite his best efforts to push Sir Willy away, the short sword that came out of the sole of his foot pierced him in the chest, but fortunately he had pushed Sir Willy away a bit, and the wound was not too deep.

After Sir Willy was pushed away by Alain, he simply used this force to pull back the distance. He took three or five steps back, confronting Alain from afar.

Alain touched his wound, the blush on his fingers making his face even more gloomy.

"What's that?" asked Alain, pointing to Sir Willy's leg.

"Allow me to introduce me. Sir Willie still has a standard court aristocratic tone, deliberately prolonging the tail note to whet people's appetites, "Some of the props of the ninth lesson of the Ministry of the Interior, this is a twenty-year-old thing, and it is indeed a little difficult to use compared to the new gadgets now. ”

"Is that one of yours a prosthetic leg?" Alan still glared at Sir Willie's leg, and although he made such a judgment, he still couldn't believe that Sir Willie actually wore a prosthetic leg, and he was so flexible to rotate with him for several rounds.

"To be exact, only 23 percent are mechanical, mainly in the ball of the foot. Sir Willy kicked his foot in a movement that looked natural, without the stiffness of a prosthetic leg, "These machines are embedded directly in the protein tissue, and at the cost of the connections, they are completely necrotic, so even if you cut off my leg, I won't feel the slightest pain." ”

"Hmph!" Alan snorted coldly, obviously he was still angry about the loss he had just suffered, "I thought your swordsmanship was so powerful, did you just rely on these meaningless tools?"

"There's no way around it. Sir Willy shrugged his shoulders elegantly, still full of court style, "In the early years, for some reason, I had to give up this leg, but fortunately, it was not completely broken. At that time, I was still working in Lesson 9, so I took advantage of the new technology of the times a little. ”

"I don't care if you're in Lesson 9 or Lesson 10!" Alan roared, "I just want you to be dead today!"

In the face of Alain, who charged again, Sir Willy remained unhurried and maintained his elegant pace. Because of the distance, Sir Willie had more time to react and turn, and although Alan was fast, Sir Willie was not slow either.

Alain had already discarded the axe in his left hand just now, so this time he could only swing it with a short axe. However, his moves are brave and sharp, leaving little room for his opponent to dodge in each move, while he himself retains quite a lot of back-up moves that he can change at any time.

Sir Willy was unable to take Alain's swing because he had no sword in his hand, so he could only dodge as best he could, and when he couldn't dodge, he repeated his old tricks, using his iron-clad legs to block hard, and from time to time he counterattacked with the mechanism on the soles of his feet. The two of them went back and forth on the steps in front of the Imperial Hall for dozens of rounds, and although Sir Willy kept dodging during this time, from his calm expression, it didn't look like he had fallen into the upper hand at all.

"Are you only going to flash!" Alain was very unhappy with such a duel, he despised all opponents, no matter how good the opponent he was, he looked down on them. However, what he craves is a hearty fight, and his opponent's dodge will only make him lose interest, not the pleasure of teasing his opponent.

Alain simply stopped his attack, kicked the sword that Sir Willy had just discarded at his feet, and threw it at Sir Willy. "Take your sword and fight me with dignity!"

Sir Willy took the sword and looked deeply at Alain. The other party also picked up the short axe he had just discarded, but Sir Willy did not choose to take advantage of this opportunity to sneak attack.

"Now!" Alain stared at Sir Willy with wide eyes, the majesty of which was so imposing that ordinary people could not look at him, "let me cut you down!"

"Then try it. Sir Willy took up his stance again, and crossed his sword over his shoulder.

The two men fought together wielding their respective weapons, and compared to Alain's brutal and direct fighting style, Sir Willy's swordsmanship was quite suppressive, and his sword always attacked with thorns, rather than choosing to slash with Alain's axe. His stabbing swordsmanship is very fast, and he can stab more than a dozen times in an instant. At such a speed, even Alan was a little overwhelmed, and after Sir Willie got the sword, the situation turned into Alan being pressed and beaten by his opponent.

However, this is only a superficial phenomenon, Sir Willy's weapon is much longer than Alain's short axe, and Sir Willy, who occupies the advantage of attack distance, is often easy to take the lead, so Alain is always parrying Sir Willy's attacks, but this does not mean that Alain really can't beat Sir Willy.

"You ......" once again opened the sword stabbed by the other party, because Sir Willy's sword was too fast, and Alain didn't have time to strike, "Slippery guy!"

Alain jerked his left-handed axe and threw it at Sir Willy's face.

Sir Willy turned sideways slightly, but the attack did not break, and the long sword in his hand stabbed Alain into the heart again.

But this time the axe in Alain's left hand was no longer in his hand, and he didn't use his weapon to block this time around, he wanted to end the fight.

His left hand grabbed directly at the stabbing sword, and although Sir Willy's sword was fast, Alan grabbed the blade of the sword before the tip of the sword pierced his heart.

Sir Willy's swordsmanship is based on speed and agility, and once the opponent controls the weapon, as Alain did twice, Sir Willy will fall into a disadvantage, and without the continuous stabbing suppression of the long sword, Alan will have a chance to counterattack.

Ignoring his slashed palm, Alain swung the axe of his right hand at Sir Willy. Faced with this situation, Sir Willy once again chose to do exactly the same thing as before, abandoning his sword and retreating.

However, this time Alain has been more well prepared.

The hatchet in his right hand also came out of his hand, and spun and flew towards Sir Willy's face. Seeing that Alain threw the remaining axe out, Sir Willy immediately tried his best to dodge sideways, and Alain would be much less of a threat without a weapon.

However, looking at Alain in this way, he really underestimates the name of the cruel.

Sir Willy took advantage of Alain's abandonment of his weapon and raised his leg to kick Alain's chest again, but how could Alain, who had already seen Sir Willy's trick, be hit again?

Suddenly opening his mouth wide, Alain twisted his neck and bit down on Sir Wiley's calf with great speed.

This really surprised Sir Willy, and he did not expect his opponent to respond in this way. Sir Willy wouldn't have been so surprised if he knew that he was playing against Alain the Cruel, the first warrior of Siliul before the Duke of Dungar, who was a war machine in his own right, tearing all enemies on the battlefield to shreds.

"You're done!" Alain tugged hard, his terrifying bite force beyond the limits of human beings tore off Sir Willy's leg, and the broken metal parts were scattered in the air, and at this time, Sir Willy felt not only pain, but also irrepressible fear.

Having lost a leg, even Sir Willy could not keep his balance, and was carried by Alain's strength, and Sir Willy couldn't help but fall backwards.

"Hah-"

Taking advantage of the opponent's inability to defend, Alain raised his fist and smashed it into Sir Willy's chest with an earth-shattering sound, this time Sir Willy had no way to dodge or block, and could only watch Alain's fist smash into his chest.

"Die here, how can it be ......"

Sir Willy's eyes widened as he looked at the gloomy sky, gradually losing consciousness.