Behind the man stood four or five well-armed warriors. "I advise you not to move," said a mercenary of the Golden Regiment, who was about to fire a crossbow, was shot in the head by an arrow through the eye, and the arrow pierced through the back of the head, and it turned out that the woods were already full of his people, and he had been waiting for the prey to step into the trap he had set.

"I've said it all, you'd better listen to me and hand you over your prey," the man said in a feminine tone, licking his tongue.

"Boy, this man is supposed to be a bounty hunter, but he should be robbing the prey to get a bounty, I have seen a lot of this kind of person, but this man in front of him is obviously not an easy master to deal with," the old knight whispered to Damon.

"Now I'm giving you five minutes to think about it, either hand over your prey and cargo, or... Die!" he deliberately dragged out his voice.

"It seems like I haven't seen my old friend Carl for so long, where is he, is he hiding? Or has he been eaten by this dragon? The face of facial paralysis became more and more ugly, and suddenly a mouthful of black blood spit out, the original arrow was coated with poison, and the man's tone became more and more arrogant.

Damon listened to his wanton insults and ridicule of Carl, he suddenly surged into his heart with a breath of anger, and the horror of the man in front of him was dissipated with anger, and the old knight noticed the change in Damon's eyes and hurriedly held him down with his hand, in case it was difficult to say that Damon's little life would be difficult to say, and the apprentice he had managed to accept would be gone.

In other words, if he usually encounters any bounty hunters and robbers, as long as Carl stands outside, or pulls out the ice and smashes it on the ground, he will be so frightened that he will pee his pants and run away, but now that Carl is gone, and he is unable to move, suddenly the old knight thought of something, and he seemed to look at Daemon with a little excitement in his eyes.

Dimon had been learning swordsmanship from the old knight for a few days, but it had only been a few days, and it was impossible for a clever teacher to teach a student so quickly, even if that student was a genius. The veterinarian and Wright hurriedly shook their heads, even if it was better to let the lying Wright duel the man than to let the kid Damon.

"I ask for a duel" Damon jumped out of the car, looking at the handsome man with a determined gaze.

"I ask for a duel," Damon repeated again, and everyone looked at the child in disbelief, and several of his subordinates behind the handsome man seemed to hear a big joke, and squatted on the ground with their stomachs clutched and laughed. Their laughter was interrupted by a man's shout.

"I accept," he said, looking the young boy up and down with interest.

The two gangs made way for them to make way for them, and Dimon took Crimson off his back, and when the man saw Crimson, his face suddenly changed, and he looked at Dimon in surprise and said, "Boy, where did you steal this sword?"

Dimon didn't answer, but raised the crimson and rushed at the man, who was a little caught off guard by the sudden attack, and hurriedly pulled his saber from his waist to make a block.

With a crisp sound, Crimson smashed the long sword and burst out a string of sparks, Dimon only felt that the sword shook his own mouth numb, and the man took advantage of the intersection of weapons to lift his right leg and sweep Damon out.

"Boy, go on!" the man said defiantly.

Dimon rushed forward again, but this time he didn't even touch the corner of the man's clothes. With just one sideways, the man dodged Damon's attack.

Everyone in the Golden Regiment was anxious about Damon, only the old knight sat in the car and watched calmly, even with a smile of relief in his eyes.

This time, Dimon put the sword behind his back with one hand and rushed towards the man, and in less than a meter Dimon took the sword back to his forehand, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands and stabbing forward. Because the distance was too close, and the man saw that Dimon was just a child and didn't really take him seriously, he didn't plan to fight back, but just raised his long sword to block sideways.

There was a harsh and ugly sound of metal rubbing, and everyone's jaws dropped, whether it was a mercenary or a bounty hunter, even Daemon and the handsome man were stunned, only the old knight looked at this scene with a little pride.