"Growing up, I haven't changed. Wherever there is a tournament, you are there, and sure enough, you are in the Red Limber, and you still like to be as lively as before, but now you are old," Ethan said as he dragged his sword and fangs towards Gerodi.

Ethan stood a few steps ahead of Gerodi, like an executioner waiting to execute his prisoner.

"Get up, teacher, the victory is still not decided," Ethan's tone was still as cold.

The old knight struggled to prop himself up with his giant sword, and smiled miserably at Ethan: "I have never lost in my life, and if I lose in the hands of my own apprentice, it will not be considered a defeat of my white sword hero Roddy Royce, let us master and apprentice try our best to compete again."

Daemon watched in horror from his seat, because several of Ethan's opponents had been killed by him, and there was no knightly mercy.

The fangs and the ice collided again, and the audience erupted in enthusiastic cheers once more, in their eyes the white knight Gerodi was like a hero who saved the world, and Ethan was like the spokesman of the devil.

The old knight's movements were sluggish, but every sword wielded by the huge ice made each sword whistle with a whistling sound of breaking wind, and every sword that slashed at Ethan's body made his black plate armor "scream".

Ethan had to discard his helmet because his head was slashed by a sword swung out by Gerodi with all his might, and the blood stained half of his face red, blocking his vision, and he could only passively protect his head with his fangs.

There was another crash of steel, and the ice-thick blade once again stuck into the groove on the fanged blade, but unlike last time, Ethan could only struggle to hold the sword across his head, and slowly fell to one knee on the ground, his face flushed, and more blood oozed from the wound on his head.

"The knight's sword is not used to kill" The old knight pulled his sword away, turned around again, and the greatsword drew a perfect arc and slashed heavily at Ethan's ribs, even if he had hard armor, he could not resist this thunderous blow.

Ethan flew three or four meters sideways, and when he staggered to his feet again, the armor on his abdomen had already been deformed, the sunken plate armor pressed against his broken ribs, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The cheers of the audience were even more frenzied, and the whole audience was shouting Gerodi, but the old knight's face was still solemn.

Ethan's gasps were like broken bellows, and his ribs might have been stuck in his lungs, but Daemon didn't know what kind of thoughts were holding him up. He gritted his teeth and attacked the old knight again, but the serious injury did not affect his movements at all, sword after sword, the old knight's armor was torn and tattered by the strange fangs, and from time to time blood oozed from the cotton clothes under the armor.

"Bang" is another sword in the red gap, the old knight's sword slashed Ethan's left shoulder, Ethan's entire left hand drooped down, but the right hand blade backhand held the fangs and slashed the old knight's chest, like a red-hot iron sword cut into the chest as easily as a red-hot iron sword into cheese, steel, mixed with flesh and blood.

Everyone watching the battle held their breath, and Dimon looked at the motionless white back even more anxiously.

Finally, the old knight could not hold it anymore and fell.

Ethan dragged his scarred face again, he looked at the bloodied knight lying on the ground, and picked open his visor with his sword, under which the old knight's face was pale and bloodless, and there was blood on his gray-white beard.

"Undefeated Gerodi, intrepid Jerodi, Lion of the White Lion City, you ruined everything, your son killed Prince Durang - the successor of the empire for a woman. You were expelled, and even our four brothers and sisters became sinners of the empire, and you ruined us and ruined us. Today I beat you and broke the last shred of your pride, you lost the teacher," Ethan said with great effort, blood pouring out of his mouth with every word.

There was silence in the arena of Nuoda, and everyone was waiting for Ethan to swing his last sword.

"I'll keep you alive... Live in pain, I won't kill you, I'll find the other three to bring them to you and let you look at their faces, I'm going to let you sink into the ground with guilt, I'm going to let this guilt slowly torment you", Ethan Tucker fell into a frenzy, no one knew if he was laughing or crying.