The mute knight had already drawn half of his long sword, but it was pressed back by Cisse, and the little boy Willy on the side walked into Kastan's ear and whispered: "The old man behind this kid has a background, let's stop doing it for the time being, let people investigate it first."

Cisse also approached Kastan and said: "This kid's sword is also very evil, what is there to endure in advance now, and then there will be an "accident" in our martial arts arena." ”

The mute on the side also nodded hurriedly, and little Kastan blushed when he saw that no one was willing to make a move, drew his saber and threw his white gloves on the ground.

"Duel, interesting". The old knight watched the scene with interest.

"Country boy, I don't care who you are, today we will have a fair duel in front of the White Wolf God," he said, walking out of the gate and pointing to the statue of the White Wolf God in the square.

No matter how bad this Earl of Castan is, he has also received swordsmanship lessons from the nobles, and he knows a little swordsmanship, and the Daemon in front of him looks mediocre, and his figure is not tall, and the most important thing is that he is only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, and he has no threat to himself, he firmly believes that if it were not for the fact that there was a big man next to him, Aaron, Daemon would definitely be defeated by the dumb man that day.

Dimon looked helpless, he wanted to refuse, but thinking about his training in the past few days and the instigation of the old knight on the side, he could only take over this seemingly disparity duel.

With the help of the old knight, Damon put on the plate armor (the old knight "borrowed" a shield from the shop), picked up the "borrowed" oak shield and followed Kastan to the square.

And Count Castan wore the most expensive and beautiful armor in the shop. The commoners and merchants saw the two heavily armed knights standing facing each other, and naturally knew what was going to happen, and they gathered in the square, and some even climbed to the roof, during this time the nobles and knights from all over the world gathered in the Red Limburg, and duels also happened in this square several times a day, and people seemed to regard it as a daily pastime.

The two men made a knightly salute and drew their swords, and Sir Castan made a movement of his feet, rushing at Daemon and slashing his sword at Damon's helmet, who struck his backhand at Sir Kastan's shield.

Although the sword only left a white scratch on Damon's black helmet, the strong force made Damon feel dizzy from the shock, and Damon's steps began to stumble a little.

Kastan took advantage of Damon's unsteady footsteps to pursue the victory, and slashed at Damon's helmet with a few more swords, sparks splashed everywhere, and under the visor, Damon's face was already covered with blood.

The plate armor of this body weighed twenty or thirty pounds, and once it was knocked down, it was like a turtle being turned over, and it was difficult to turn it back, and Kastan continued his attack, and every sword he used was aimed at Damon's head, and soon Damon's visor was sunk in.

The old knight watched anxiously, while Cisse and Willy had their own expressions, Willy worried about the forces behind the young man, and Cisse wondered how much money he would have to spend to get the black sword from Kastan.

Damon's vision was blocked by the sunken visor and blood, and he raised his crimson thorn in a haphazard manner, when he heard a scream, and then Daemon felt the attack stop, and he struggled to stand up and throw away his already tattered helmet.

It turned out that Casthamber didn't notice that his left thigh was stabbed in Crimson, and the tip of Crimson's indestructible sword easily pierced his armor. Fortunately, Dimon only stabbed a few times, and the wound was not deep, only the skin was cut.

It was the first time that Count Castan had seen his own blood, and he screamed like mad and rushed towards Damon, who picked up the shield on the ground to block the sword, and beckoned to Kastan's head with the crimson blade.

There was a muffled "bang", and Kastan took a few steps back. "Mace!" Castan yelled at the mute.

The dumb man seemed to hesitate, knowing that the best weapon against this kind of plate armor or shield was a mace, and the shield and armor would be damaged if the hammer went down, but now Daemon had lost his helmet. The sword could still be resisted by a shield, and if the shield was shattered by a mace, Daemon would surely have his head blossomed.

Willy and Cisse beside the dumb man are both signaling the dumb man not to do this, one of them is worried about revenge and the other is worried about money.

"Dumb man, are you deaf, throw the damn mace over!" Castan roared again, and dumb handed him the mace.

"Hillbilly, your time of death is coming!" said Sir Castham, licking his bleeding lips under his visor, his expression particularly hideous.