Philip and Paul took the lead, followed by Allel and Duke, who had already rushed to a distance of more than ten meters.

Charlton led his twenty horsemen to follow Philip along the aisle, charging towards the knights who had been classmates a day before.

There was no greeting, just a few tacit gestures, and the leaders of the two classes led their teams to form a solid embankment.

The brave wins when they meet on a narrow road, there is no subtle tactics and cooperation, and the two equally elite cavalry collide in a blink of an eye.

The steel armor let out a tooth-aching groan, and one by one the knights fell from their horses, then rolled on the ground and continued to kill.

Paul's mount had been wounded before, and he fell to his knees as soon as his legs went limp, but the knight on the opposite side was also pierced by his sword in the soft armor under the armpit.

Paul simply took advantage of the last shred of support from his mount and flew into the air, hugging the body of the other samurai, allowing him to take on the follow-up attack for himself.

His awakening ability is fast, even faster than ordinary speed type awakens, and after entering the Holy Rank, his one-handed fast sword and strange body style are unguardable.

Just as he had the ability to teleport, the opposing samurai had his neck cut off from behind before he could lock his position, which looked similar to Arthur's flash.

And Alie's style of play is much simpler and more direct, the brand-new cooked copper stick opens and closes, and in the blink of an eye, it rushes into the crowd.

Fortunately, after continuous battles, Alie is no longer the simple boy in the mountains, and he has learned much more smoothly.

He knew his strengths and weaknesses, and in the face of difficult opponents after awakening, he would leave as soon as he pleased, never in love with battle, but pursued those samurai who were obviously weaker than him, and went on a killing spree.

However, he was small and nimble, and he rushed left and right in the gaps between the giants like a monkey, which made those high-level warriors hate but there was not much he could do.

And those opponents who didn't know his details were all smashed to the bone by his violent power, and screamed again and again.

Duke's tactical style is much weaker in such a head-on hedge, but he still roams around Philip, disrupting those who want to sneak up on Philip from a distance with his sharp arrows, occasionally getting a kill or two.

Philip knew that this was a tough battle, the two sides had already known each other after half a year of getting along, and the confrontational drills had been organized several times, and in the case of a clear disadvantage in numbers, the key to deciding the outcome was him and Charlton, the two leaders of the team.

He controlled the frenzy and prejudgment awakening at the optimal amplitude, and although the frequency of his shots was not high, each stroke was stuck at the highest point of the spiritual power shock.

This effect of hitting the heart every time is very terrifying, the enemy in front of him is almost not a single general, he is cleanly cut off the horse, and occasionally there are one or two second- and third-level awakened samurai, and they will not be able to exert their full strength under the interference of Duke and others.

A sword slashed through the helmet of a samurai, revealing a familiar face underneath that Philip recognized, who had toasted him at a great gathering two months earlier.

But at this moment, he has become an opponent, whether it is Philip or the other party, he has not shown the slightest softness.

The broadsword in Philip's hand just deftly flipped his wrist, and the sharp blade slashed through the throat of the other party, and the samurai clutched his neck unwillingly, blood foamed at his mouth, and the brilliance in his eyes gradually dimmed.

Instead of struggling with the samurai, Philip had only one target in his sights: Wood Browning, a former classmate, or friend, who retreated into the crowd.

He had long expected that there would be traitors among this group of students, but the specific candidates were confusing, and there was no way to know the mystery until the last moment.

Among the several small bosses, Robin should be the most unlikely, because behind him is the oldest and highest-ranking family lineage in the Southern Temple, and he is inseparable from those two big guys.

As for Charlton, it was originally his most vigilant target, but before leaving, Arthas whispered to him that Charlton could be trusted.

Whether Arthas's words were credible or not, if it had been before, Philip would have drawn a question mark, but now, he preferred to believe this teacher who was not very reliable in intelligence.

And Charlton's loud warning just now also proved his innocence again.

Recalling the strange look that flashed in Charlton's eyes when dealing with Joey and his son, Philip realized that while he didn't know what important role the Class B leader played in it, he was an insider from the start.

As for the fact that he was so sure that Wood on the right flank was the real enemy, and arranged for Chander to defend the flank in advance, it was because of the news that Paul brought.

Philip has no interest in asking Wood about the mood of betrayal, children can distinguish between right and wrong, and the adult world is only profit.

There may be people of the same age who love and kill each other here, but in the end they are on different camps.

He now just wants to cut off the other party's head with his own hands, end this farce as soon as possible, and rescue his princess.

Charlton in the back also cut off his opponent's arm with an axe, and then swept and cut the man in half, but he himself followed the momentum and rushed forward without a trace of blood.

He and Philip were neck and neck, and the best of the two cadets brought both lethality and deterrence, which greatly compensated for the numerical disadvantage.

Behind the crowd, cold sweat broke out on Wood's forehead hidden under his visor, and his breathing became heavier and heavier, facing the two former classmates at this moment, he was the one who was the most stressed.

Because only he knows best that he does not have the confidence to defeat either of them if he fights alone.

Jealousy, perhaps.

At first, this jealousy was directed at Charlton, and the similarity of origin, the strength and qualifications between the two of them, and the frequent comparison between the elders, made him regard this peer as a lifelong rival from a long time ago.

But in the past six months, another name has risen like a comet, gradually alongside Charlton.

Wood even knew that, in some ways, Philip, who was a full two years younger than him, was rated much higher within the Academy and Temple than Charlton.

This caused his proud and sensitive heart to suffer a serious blow, even if he looked easy-going and hearty on the surface, but his heart was tormented all the time.

But only he knew that no matter how diligent and hard he worked, as time passed, the speed of progress of these two people was terrifying, and the gap between them was getting bigger and more desperate.

One day, he can only look up to the other party's demeanor.

When he received his assignment last night, his heart was full of ecstasy, and his mind couldn't help but fantasize about what these two heavenly pride would look like when they knelt in front of him and begged for mercy.

But at this moment, when he saw Philip and Charlton indifferently slashing at their former classmates, getting closer and closer to him step by step, he was so nervous that he trembled all over, touched the protruding particles on the handle of the tomahawk in his hand, and couldn't lift it for a long time.

He was ashamed of his cowardice, and felt that the eyes of his companions around him had become strange.

Philip and Charlton were already very close, and ordinary first- and second-level awakened people were powerless in front of the two of them, and only third-level awakened ones could block a few moves.

But the Phantom Sword Saint on the other side was killing in the crowd like a ghost, and in a short period of time, more than ten samurai had died under his sword.

Pressed by Paul's momentum, the third-level warrior beside Wood first couldn't resist the provocation of the opponent's qi and rushed forward.

In the center of the venue, the three classmates stood face to face for the first time.

"He's mine!"

Not in the mood to talk nonsense, Philip rushed directly with his horse, while Charlton shrugged his shoulders indifferently, got out of the way cleanly, and found the small leader among the other cadets.

With a tap on Natalie's back and a slight hook of her left foot, the unicorn girl made a sharp turn to the left.

Philip's broadsword followed the horse's momentum, slashing diagonally from the bottom up, reaching its strongest point just in front of Wood's chest.

Wood had been preparing for a long time, and the tomahawk in his hand slashed down at a completely opposite angle, aiming at the center of gravity of Philip's broadsword.

is also a second-level awakening, a quasi-Templar Knight with both strength and speed, if he can hit, with his slightly stronger strength and the weight advantage of the battle axe itself, as long as Philip loses a little balance, he will lose the initiative in the next step.

But Philip's speed, especially his nerve reflexes, surpassed Wood's.

In the short time of the anticipation of the launch, his wrist quietly flipped half an inch, and in a matter of millimeters, he slashed past Wood's battle axe, slashed at the handle of the axe at an unexpected angle, and slashed down the handle of the axe, seeing that the five fingers of Wood's left hand were about to die.

They are all geniuses who are rare to see in their respective families in a hundred years, and the victory or defeat will naturally not be revealed so soon.

Wood sensed that something was wrong, and his legs clamped the beast dragon's body, and leaned forward, instantly closing the distance between him and Philip.

Philip's sword moves lost their angle, and their lethality suddenly decreased, forcing him to retract his sword form and control Natalie to dodge the impact of the beastly dragon.

The two sides quickly went back and forth three times in a short instant, and the overall victory was evenly divided, Philip's shoulder armor was missing a thin layer of patterns, and Wood had an extra shallow mark on his chest.

Although on the surface, the two only collided a few times, as if they were testing, but only the parties involved knew the danger involved, and the back hand of each move was aimed at the other party's life, and one could die on the spot if he didn't respond properly.

Both the surrounding students and their followers tacitly moved out of the way, a silent tacit understanding between the Templars.

It's not a nice feeling to slash at former classmates or even friends, but these young people have to kill each other in this beautiful and romantic city for their own tomorrow.

After surviving the initial temptation, Philip abruptly increased the speed of his attack, making full use of the agility of the broadsword to grapple with Wood, and his moves were unusually vicious in the throat and under his ribs.