Constantine felt that his face was a little uncomfortable, and despite the fact that the texture of the mask was quite good and the breathability was excellent, he still felt uncomfortable.

A series of strange eyes pierced his face like sharp swords, and the knights from all over the world looked at this strange applicant with strange eyes.

"This is not a circus, are you in the wrong place? A knight sneered.

Constantine ignored him and went into a tent.

"Coming to sign up?" the tutor said, holding up the quill, "say your name." ”

"My name is Morning Star. A deep voice came from under the angel's mask, with just the right amount of childishness, and for bounty hunters, voice change is a basic skill.

Registration was done quickly.

Looking at Constantine's back, the mentor habitually lifted his glasses, "Morning Star? ”

He felt that this title was somewhat familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

Suddenly, his face changed slightly, and he remembered that this title was mentioned in a military dossier that he had read a few years ago.

The dossier recounts the Battle of Mises, the only defeat of the Knights of the Dragonlance Empire outside the borders of nearly a decade.

"Could it be him?" the tutor wondered.

There are six rings in the selection competition, which are distributed in six places in the Palatine Academy: the Rose Garden, the Oak Grove, the Fountain Square, the Holy Light Auditorium, the Shrine of the Ancestors, and the Underground Hall.

More than 100 applicants were assigned to six rings by lottery.

Ten minutes later, Constantine was already standing on the edge of the Fountain Square.

In the center of the fountain square is a huge fountain with a diameter of 100 meters, and in the center of the fountain, a bronze knight sculpture stands, and the war horse under the crotch spits out clear spring water.

The selection competition is the most basic and cumbersome level, and even so, the academy still attaches great importance to it.

At this moment, several mages wearing blue robes and blue moon badges had already appeared near the square, and no less than five mid-level mages were mobilized just to prepare for an ordinary ring match, which showed the significance of the conference to the academy.

The chant sounded, and the magic rippled over the square, and Constantine, who was already quite sensitive to magic, felt the ground under his feet seem to tremble, and he realized that the magician seemed to be triggering a certain circle at the bottom of the square.

The sculpture shuddered, then plunged to the bottom, a chill that seemed to come from the polar regions swept across the water, covering the surface of the pool with a heavy layer of ice.

The onlookers showed expressions of amazement, especially those knights who came from poor rural areas and had never seen magic in their lives, and their faces were full of incredulity.

"The ring is set up, and the seventeenth and thirty-eighth players are invited to the stage. The referee was a middle-aged instructor from the academy, and he waved his hand, and the mages quickly left the field.

The two contestants who were stopped stepped out of the crowd and strode into the fountain, stepping on the pale blue ice towards the center of the pool.

Contestant No. 17 had a solemn face, he was wearing brown leather armor from the southwestern counties of the empire, and the sword on his back was the most popular St. Peter knight's sword in the empire.

The Palatine rival in front of him was much calmer, the young knight carrying a silver sword, his delicate black hair tied in a ponytail hanging from his head, his face still a little childish, and he looked a little wooden.

The two knights saluted each other and exchanged names.

"Pierce Allen, twenty-four years old, in Big Rock, County of Arriel, is currently a member of the Governor's Guard of Arriel. Pierce's gaze radiated a burning battle intent.

Hearing his self-introduction, many knights in the audience took a breath of cold air, the knights who can act as guards for the governor of a province are definitely a few strong people in the entire empire, and they actually appeared here to compete with them at this moment.

And this Pierce is so young.

"Palatine Academy, Class 6, Galahad Miranda, 18 years old. The boy, who looked a little weak, said shyly. "Your Excellency, please. ”

The first-year contestants in the audience exclaimed, and many of them showed strong incomprehension and surprise in their eyes, and even felt a little annoyed by being slighted.

Although the Palatine Academy has a deep heritage, it is too imprudent to let a hairy boy under the age of twenty compete, right?

Facing this young man who was five years younger than himself, Pierce was not too careless, took off the knight's sword behind his back, and pointed it directly at Galahad, his eyes solemn.

"The game is on. The referee made a sound.

The knight's sword of St. Peter in Pierce's hand was raised high, and without any superfluous movements, he stepped and charged, and the sword slashed down.

The sword wind whistled, and Galahad's ponytail swayed in the wind.

Galahad didn't panic, as one of the top universities in the empire, he couldn't allow himself to lose his cool in the first battle.

The young man raised his sword and counterattacked, and the slender blade swept a fan-shaped silver trail in mid-air, meeting the famous St. Peter's knight's sword head-on.

The two swords collided, the surging sword intent rolled endlessly, and a fierce wind blew around the fountain square, and the blades flew, flying up and down like a boat in the stormy waves.

Pierce struck first, had an advantage in momentum at the beginning, should have the upper hand, and then logically suppressed his opponent, but the situation in front of him greatly surprised him.

The silver sword shimmered with cold light, as cold as the ice under his feet, and as indestructible as an iceberg, it was hard to imagine that the young student's not strong wrist contained such a strong force.

There was an exclamation from the audience.

A hint of discoloration flashed in Pierce's eyes, worthy of being a student of the Paladine Academy, even if he was only a year-old, he could actually not fall behind in a head-to-head confrontation with himself.

However, he was not discouraged by this, after all, he was six years older than this kid, and he was at the peak age of the knight's profession, and for a knight like them, six years was enough time to open up a considerable gap.

Swordsmanship skills, actual combat experience, and adjustment of psychological state, these extremely important qualities are not made up by talent, but need to be honed through a large number of actual battles the day after tomorrow.

A little guy who stays in an ivory tower, no matter how good his foundation and talent are, how can he compare with himself who has been trained by real battles?

Pierce is very patient, and he even thinks that as a senior, it is necessary to show this junior what a real knight duel is.

Not only him, but many knights in the audience had similar thoughts, although not everyone could do it.

The Palatine Academy has a prominent reputation and high status in the Holy Empire and even on the mainland, but it has also attracted the hostility and jealousy of many people within the empire, especially since most of the students of the academy are from noble and wealthy families, and they are all from Olympia City.

This especially made the rest of the Holy Empire, the knights of the Holy Empire, who were not able to enjoy the best education like them, very dissatisfied, envy and jealousy, and the more envy, the stronger the jealousy and resentment that this inequality bringed.

What's so great about them?

It's just that he has a better background.

In the face of battle, how can these flowers in the greenhouse be compared to us who have experienced real war?

The martial arts tournament was held as an opportunity for the knights of the Empire, many of whom were desperate to defeat the students of the Palatine Academy, not only to prove themselves, but also to debunk the myths of the academy with their own hands.

Although the champions of the past years all came from the academy, this did not help to reverse the prejudice of the young warriors, but only made their hatred more intense.

Unlike the bard, who uses the pen to express his heart, for the knight, the sword is always the best expression of anger and disdain.

Like Pierce at this moment.

A loud shout rang out over the fountain.

Before the echo could dissipate, Pierce's sword had risen again, and the blade of the sword flew, and multiple arcs of sword light twisted and slashed towards Galahad's body.

This is a swordsmanship that can only appear in high-level knight duels----- [Multi-stage Slash], which requires extremely fast hand speed and rich experience to perform, and it is quite a sword skill that tests the basic skills of the sword wielder.

At least in the province of Anriel, to which Pierce belongs, there are never more than ten knights who can perform multiple slashes.

Many knights let out exclamations, and warriors with a little eyesight recognized the skills of this high-ranking knight.

Galahad's face was still blank, and in the face of many swords rushing towards him, the young student adopted a defensive attitude, and the thin sword swung in a disorderly manner, weaving a silver sword curtain, colliding with the sword of the Knights of St. Peter, and the sparks the size of rice grains were stirring in the flying sword light.

Although he barely fended off the attacks of the multi-stage slash, Galahad continued to retreat, and it was clear that he had fallen into the upper hand.

There was a lot of applause from the sidelines, especially when he saw that Galahad could only parry indiscriminately in the face of Pierce's attack, the cheers were even louder.

"It is worthy of His Excellency Pierce, he has comprehended the mystery of this multi-paragraph beheading so thoroughly, and he is the only one who wants to come this time. One knight lamented that, despite being a nominal competitor, he still admired Pierce's sword skills.

"Look at that kid's embarrassed appearance, even if he has the aura of the Palatine Academy, it's not that he has no temper after being beaten by His Excellency Pierce. A knight from the province of Anriel scoffed.

This view of his was echoed by many people.

Seeing the high-ranking students of the Palatine Academy make a fool of themselves in public was a very happy and relieving thing for many knights in the field.

At this moment, a hoarse but slightly childish voice sounded behind everyone.

"I'm afraid you're going to lose, Lord Pierce. ”