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"Both players used offensive spells in the jousting arena and should be disqualified. Archbishop Anteli of the Church of Light said calmly, "I wonder what Your Majesty thinks about this?"

"It was little Tully who broke the law first, and Rorick just got angry and retaliated!" The princess angrily defended the contestant she supported: "And he also protected the audience behind him, and no one was hurt because he stopped the fireball!"

"There are no rules, there are no rules. If you can violate it as you like in the name of revenge, then what's the point of the rules?" the archbishop didn't even look at the princess, and his tone did not waver: "The player's behavior of protecting the spectators is commendable, and the act of risking the interception of spells should be commended, but the retaliatory spell counterattack of the son of Duke Tully is extremely unwise and must be punished." ”

"What do you think, Ms. Sasha? King Elite turned around impatiently and looked at the mage who had just saved Tully.

"Both players are excellent at swordsmanship and have a talent for magic, and they are both rare talents. The court mage said ambiguously, "It's just that they are young and vigorous, and they are all a little impulsive. ”

"Young man, it's normal to have some impulses, who hasn't come from that age?" the king nodded approvingly, "since both are violated, let's even tie it out, count little Tully losing, and tell the winner not to take an example." ”

"Father is wise!" Princess Elaine smiled.

"Your Majesty......"

"No more talk. King Elite waved his hand: "I hold the competition, and the decision is up to me, is there a problem?"

Although Midland is the biggest external threat to the kingdom, the church is a presence that makes him unhappy every day. Due to the pressure and planning of the Erican Empire, Elite did not dare to make things difficult in terms of policy, but if he couldn't be the master of a game, he would still not be the king of a country.

The bishop's repeated persuasion made Elite III very unhappy, and he only felt that even if the young man of Midland won the championship, it would be better than repeatedly letting the church show off and transfer his wariness and hostility towards the empire to a young man.

"No problem, Your Majesty. "The archbishop understood that he had said too much and made concessions.

With a cold snort in his heart, King Elite looked at Duke Tully, who was embarrassed and speechless, and turned his head to the servant and ordered: "Let the steward re-check the tournament supplies, I don't want to see such a broken with a sword again." If it doesn't work, go and re-order a batch of sturdier ones, and if something like this happens, the person in charge will go back to the belly!"

The semi-final between the two men was a thrilling affair, with the King's handling of the tournament interrupted for a moment, and the semi-final between the two women will be staged, with the winner battling Midland teenager Rorick Hart, who had beaten Tully Jr. before.

Both women have a lot of supporters, the Templar Knights are considered to be well-trained and strong, and the young girl, also from Midland, is also very skilled, and is said to be a partner with Rorick, who has already reached the final, if she wins this time, the final of the Antelli Youth Tournament will become a civil war in the eyes of the audience.

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Two young, healthy, and beautiful girls brought a wonderful display of swordsmanship to everyone. Ellen Yachen, the representative of the church, was as silent and serious as a rock, and although he looked as tall and slender, his attacks were as fast and powerful as thunder, strong and swift, often dozens of attacks in the blink of an eye, so as not to give the opponent any room to react, and wanted to rely on his own advantages to force the opponent to subdue.

On the other side of her, the witcher girl, who had also been in the limelight in the competition for the past two days, dodged and parried every blow of the female knight with amazing speed. On the one hand, she tried her best not to fight hard with the other party, and on the other hand, she used unheard-of skills to create false flaws one after another, stabbing, pointing, hooking, and provoking, seducing and teasing the other party, expecting her to lose her rhythm in the chaos and give herself a chance.

The blade sliced through the air, and the entire arena filled the arena with the sword-to-sword intersecting and the evocative gasps of a young girl. Ciri tried her best, but the Church Girl calmly maintained her rhythm, maintaining the frequency and strength of her attacks with the amazing physical fitness she had cultivated over a long period of time, forcing Ciri to retreat and constantly pressing to the edge of the ring.

The representatives of the church have a slight upper hand, but it is a pity that at every critical moment, the girl witcher can always get out of the predicament with a dexterous dexterity that does not seem to be human, and dodge in the other direction of Ellen in a thrilling way, which is another round of physical exhaustion.

After a few minutes of the match, even the layman could see that the Templar Knight was afraid of the opponent's tricks and wanted to win steadily, but Ciri was trying to retain her strength with her slightly superior dexterity and agility, and the former's powerful and heavy continuous attacks would definitely not last long. As soon as her offensive weakened, the witches would immediately launch a counterattack.

Two slender and beautiful figures jumped and exchanged blows on the stage, and the game was so exciting that many spectators forgot to shout and cheer, in the cold sword wind...... Ciri retreated to the edge of the tournament again. Rhodes could see that the frequency of the Temple Maiden's attacks had begun to decline, and her physical strength was gradually exhausted, and Ciri's chance had come.

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Ellen's face gradually became solemn, she deliberately analyzed Ciri's fighting style before the war, and the conclusion was that she could not win in the tricks, and she was afraid of this so she adopted the policy of "spending more strength to maintain your own rhythm", and found that she still couldn't help the other party, and at this moment the physical exertion was serious but showed her defeat, and her mind turned around, and she immediately changed her plan, her feet were differentiated, the center of gravity fell, and she protected the key point with her sword, and she reduced the frequency of attacks again and turned to the defensive.

You must find out the opponent's flaws before you run out of energy, otherwise you may have to use your hole cards in advance......

Ciri's face was also flushed, her swordsmanship and agility were slightly better, but it was not easy to talk about it after a battle, seeing that the other party obviously had no hope of winning, but still insisted on switching from offense to defense and planned to continue to kill time, she was a little impatient in her heart, and couldn't help but sneer: "It's a little interesting for you to come and go just now, how can you switch to this slow turtle play, it's really boring!"

"As long as you can win, what about the turtle's play. Ellen retorted unceremoniously: "Or is it that as soon as I defend you, there is nothing I can do but fight with my mouth?"

The bickering was fruitless, the two girls stopped talking, Ciri's taunt seemed to work, Ellen abandoned the "turtle play" and regained his spare strength, wielding a wider and more violent sword circle than at the beginning, as if he was going to make a last fight!

Ciri, in Rhodes' eyes, is a timetraveler who is not as handsome as a girl, but Grom says that she is almost like a runaway from an acrobatic troupe. Filled with bizarre combat skills, she never disappointed or bored - she lived up to expectations by once again using a spinning stance that no one had ever seen before, and once again smoothly freed herself from the sword moves of the Templar players. She deftly pulled out of her opponent's attack range and flashed to the side...... Ready to start a new round of consumption. But something surprising happened, her opponent screamed, a faint halo erupted on her body, and the speed exploded instead of falling but rising in an instant to catch up with the opponent who was about to get out of trouble, although the sword was framed, but the two women's bodies collided, and Ciri flew out like a broken kite, flipped in the air and landed, trying her best not to fall.

She wasn't hurt, but her eyes widened and she looked at her feet in disbelief - she was out of the playing field.

"The winner, Ellen Achen from the Church of Light!"

The Templar Knight put away her sword, saluted Ciri with the grace of a victor, and turned to the same place where the king and the church were before turning away from the field—she was not happy to win: the trick she had intended to be used as a hole card had been forced to play in the semi-finals by an unknown girl of her age.

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