Everyone was stunned, and when they turned around, they saw a strange-looking swordsman standing at the edge of the square, wearing a silver mask, which was incompatible with the solemn and solemn martial arts conference.

Hearing his words, the mocking knight sneered, "Where did the clown come from? Don't talk nonsense if you don't know the sword, which eye do you see that the honorable Lord Pierce will lose to that half-sized boy?"

"The multi-stage chop is indeed quite good. The swordsman, known as the "Joker", did not seem angry, and recounted in a calm tone, "But if you go up, who can hold up until now like that fellow from the Palatine Academy?"

Many of the knights present just wanted to refute, and when they heard his words, they were all stunned, indeed, if they were replaced, in the face of Pierce's sharp multi-stage slash, I am afraid that they would be injured and step down in a few rounds, where would they have the strength to parry?

Could it be that the student's seemingly undisciplined resistance is just an illusion?

"Nonsense. The knight of Anriel County was obviously a loyal fan of Pierce, and when he saw that the idol he admired was questioned, he couldn't help but be a little annoyed, and his voice became louder, "Your Excellency Pierce is just considerate of the junior, and with the identity of that kid Paladin's student, I'm sorry to let him lose too ugly." ”

"See, that kid has been forced to the edge of the fountain, as long as he does one more multi-stage slash, he can only roll off the stage in disgrace. The knight pointed to Galahad, who had retreated to the edge of the pool, and said triumphantly, "So I said, this guy, is still too ......."

In the few minutes they had communicated, the battle had reached its final moment.

With years of experience and powerful swordsmanship, Pierce managed to push Galahad into a corner.

The wrist joint was slightly aching from the continuous multi-segment slash, and Pierce was surprised that this young man who seemed a little wooden and silent could parry his own successive attacks so many times.

Very solid swordsmanship skills, but it's a pity, Pierce shook his head secretly, he still admires such a young man very much, but his self-esteem and glory as a knight do not allow him to show mercy to his subordinates.

Let's end it!

Pierce clenched the hilt of his sword, and multiple arcs of light slashed out, and the sharp breath was directed at Galahad.

At this moment, Galahad, who had retreated to the edge, had a dazzling light flashing in his originally slightly dull pupils, and his handsome but wooden face seemed to come to life, exuding a vigorous fighting spirit.

The young man leaped forward suddenly, like a seagull soaring on the surface of the stormy ocean, and the sharp sword drew a beautiful silver line, accurately piercing into the multiple sword lights between the void and the real, and found the body.

Pierce didn't have time to react, his consciousness was still in the process of using multiple slashes to force the young man back step by step, and he couldn't fight back in the face of such a swift and perfect thrust.

The rapier struck lightly through the knight's sword defenses and into Pierce's shoulder, staggering and taking several steps backwards despite the protection of the brown leather armor.

Seeing this scene, the knight who defended Pierce felt a choke in his throat and opened his mouth wide, wanting to say something, but he couldn't.

"Too young, too naïve?" Constantine coldly added the second half of his sentence for him, ignoring the knight's flushed cheeks, he shook his head indifferently, "Use the skills that the opponent is good at, deliberately show weakness, create the illusion of being at a disadvantage, let the opponent relax his vigilance, and take the opportunity to steer the situation to his advantage, facing an opponent who does not understand, this is a natural choice, I thought that you should all know this common-sense strategy, it seems that I thought too much." ”

", it's just that kid's luck. The knight retorted with a red face, "That kid is just jumping over the wall in a hurry, how can he have a higher sword skill than Lord Pierce?"

As if to mock his innocence, the sword in Galahad's hand swung again, and the snowy silver arc shook out, turning into multiple sword rays and attacking Pierce.

The multi-stage slash was a sword technique that Pierce had used before.

The sound of gasping air in the audience came and went.

The knight from Anriel County's face turned the color of pig's liver.

Being able to use multi-dan slashes so smoothly, Galahad's swordsmanship prowess is beyond doubt.

Since it can be used, then naturally it should also know how to deal with it, and no one doubts the correctness of Constantine's words.

I can only pray that Pierce can hold up the attack of that kid, who is also a user of the multi-stage slash, since that kid can defuse the multi-stage slash, presumably Pierce should be able to do it too, the knight thought uneasily.

But the radiance did not favor his prayers.

The situation was completely reversed compared to the previous few minutes, and it was extremely completely reversed, this time, it was Pierce who was suppressed from beginning to end, and the brown leather armor was more and more scarred.

The silver sword was pervasive, like a bright silver ribbon fluttering on the frozen pool, enveloping Pierce's body.

Pierce struggled to awaken every ounce of strength to respond to the attack, but as Constantine said, he was completely caught in the rhythm of the opponent and could not break free.

The crisp sound of the sword couldn't help but stir, for a knight who was obsessed with martial arts, such a sound might seem extremely beautiful, but the chill in Pierce's heart became stronger and stronger.

Again and again, he had already seen that this young man, who was five years younger than him, had extremely terrifying swordsmanship and mind, and in the face of the many flaws he deliberately released, he was not moved at all, but relied on precise combos to press Pierce's pace.

"The same user of the multi-stage slash, why is Lord Pierce so passive?" Seeing this situation, a knight asked puzzled.

"The St. Peter's sword is a weapon specially designed for knights on the battlefield, and it is better at dealing damage in densely populated places, and it is far less flexible than the rapillette, and the multi-dan slash, which requires a very high hand speed, is just right for the rapier to perform, so he is not capable of parrying at all. Constantine analyzed lightly, "That student knows this very well, he has studied the characteristics of the St. Peter's sword very thoroughly, if you want the St. Peter's sword to withstand such an attack, Pierce needs..."

"A shield. An older knight nodded, adding, "Your Excellency is quite right, if the St. Peter's sword is paired with a shield, it is undoubtedly a near-perfect combination on the battlefield, but, perhaps because of his confidence in his own swordsmanship, Pierce did not wear it, it's a pity." ”

Galahad's sword blade had completely dominated the game.

The dense sword light flowed like a stream, and the great sword of St. Peter, who was invincible on the battlefield, became more and more clumsy under the wash of this silver "stream", and could only be intercepted with great difficulty.

The silver blade pierced into the leather armor, and when it was pulled out, a drop of blood was already hanging on it.

"I ...... Admit defeat. Pierce took a few steps back, and St. Peter's greatsword was stuck in the ice with his head down, looking weak.

Galahad withdrew his rapier, bowed, and left the ring without saying a word, the etiquette seemed impeccable, and the referee declared him victorious.

Looking at the indifferent back of the young man, the knights from other provinces present had extremely heavy eyes, what did it mean to be able to defeat a well-known imperial kendo powerhouse in just one year?

"The Palatine Academy is really talented and well-deserved. A knight shook his head and sighed, his face complicated, faintly frustrated.

The rest of the knights couldn't see where they were, and the young knights who came to participate in the Imperial Martial Arts Conference, who were not the best in their respective counties, had never lacked the idea of becoming famous in a battle, but after seeing this scene, they realized how naïve their previous ideas were.

Constantine stood behind the crowd, tossing a silver coin in his hand, and said nothing.

.........

Inside the Holy Light Auditorium.

A knight stared blankly at the long sword in front of him, incredulous at what was happening in front of him, and in less than a minute, he actually lost?

It's not that he hasn't experienced failure, but this time the failure came as fast as lightning, and he didn't have time to react at all, and he was already facing the fact of defeat.

In front of him, Roland calmly pulled out his long sword and handed it to him, "If I'm not mistaken, you use the swordsmanship [Thunder] invented by His Excellency Descartes two hundred years ago, which is powerful and amazingly fast, but unfortunately, you don't have the keen reflex nerves of His Excellency Descartes, and there are too many flaws." ”

After some explanation, Roland walked out of the auditorium in a dashing manner, and before he could say a word, the dozens of Paladin students who were watching automatically burst into warm applause, as if they had no doubts about the victory of their own chairman.

"With that in the salute, you've only taken a minute, and I can almost imagine that guy's expression, Roland. A black-haired knight pinched his chin and chuckled.

"You don't think you've ever lasted more than three minutes in the hands of the Chairman, Bedwell, instead of laughing at that guy, shouldn't you worry about your duel, if you, the Vice-Chairman, are defeated, even if Chairman Roland wins in the end, we will be very shameless. Another knight cadet teased.

Bedwell touched his nose in embarrassment, although he was also a key student of the academy, and his own swordsmanship was also excellent, but in front of Roland's dazzling light, it was nothing at all.

Not only did he feel this way, but all the students who claimed to be geniuses had to face up to the fact that Roland Austen was destined to be an insurmountable peak from the moment they entered the school.

In front of Roland, there is no difference between ordinary geniuses and mediocre people at all.

At this time, a figure came to the Holy Light Auditorium, saw him, and the students who were watching Roland's battle hurriedly saluted, this is a member of the board of directors of the Paladine Academy, and he has a noble position in the academy.

Roland's brow furrowed slightly.

"Everyone, you have worked hard, you go back to rest first, get ready for the game, Roland, you stay. The director said, looking at Roland's gaze was very cold, without the slightest kind of air, and he was unceremonious to this proud son of the academy.