The sun is shining, the wind is mild, inside the Demon Martial Arts Academy.

One by one, students are sharpening their knives and secretly working hard to practice.

During this time, there was gossip out of nowhere, and Count Han Feng would come to the scene of the Demon Martial Arts Competition.

This powerful Earl Han Feng has been in full swing recently, first defeating Baron Finn, showing the strength of the Earth Knight, being awarded the title of Earl, and showing his not weak magical talent, becoming a third-level court mage, and it is said that he still defeated Swiss Di among the veteran court mages.

This made Count Han Feng an idol in the minds of countless students, with high status, strong strength, and young and handsome, and countless girls regarded Han Feng as the prince charming in their minds.

In this regard, Han Feng was also helpless. However, he agreed to His Royal Highness Noxa to go and watch, so it seemed to be agitated again, but Han Feng was not angry, this should also be Noxa's desire to use Han Feng's hand to attract more talents. After all, this world is respected by the strong, some people don't buy Noxa's account, and more people worship the strong.

A thin young man had a bitter face: "What should I do, in five days it will be the Demon Martial Arts Competition, and I really want to be like the last senior, being favored by the great nobles and getting ahead." ”

"Reddy, we are already first-class knights, and it is not easy at our age, and we are not nobles yet, so maybe we will be favored by some strong people because of this. A classmate in civilian clothes next to him clenched his fists and said confidently.

In the past, there were some students who were not strong, but they could be favored by the strong, the nobles, the army and other departments, and he thought that he was not bad, and he would definitely be able to be favored by the big forces like those people, you must know that among the civilians, there are many people who have not even stepped on the threshold of official knights. His strength is already good.

"Hmph! It's just a civilian, and he even wants to be favored by the strong in the Demon Martial Arts Competition. A young talented man next to him, dressed gorgeously, with long dark red hair and a handsome face, said disdainfully.

"What do you say! The classmate dressed as a civilian said angrily.

Sark is a noble cadet of their level, with extraordinary strength, looking down on many commoners, and is simply a school bully at school, often bullying those civilian classmates. And the classmates had nothing to do with the sark.

"What do I say? I'll just say what's wrong with you, you're just a hillbilly, and you want to soar. Sack looked arrogant, his eyes full of banter.

"Hmph!" the young man in civilian costume suddenly burst out with a meager fighting spirit, clenched his five fingers, and clenched them into fist marks, about to hit Zack.

"Poof!"

"Hun Tuo, are you crazy?" Rheddy shouted as he lunged at Hun Tuo.

"The academy stipulates that you can't fight privately, you will be punished heavily, and you will be expelled from the Demon Martial Academy, do you want to be expelled from the Demon Martial Academy?"

Reddy held Hun Tuo tightly, for fear that this friend would break the rules of the academy.

"Hillbillies are hillbillies!" said Sark with a look of contempt.

"Sack, I'm going to duel with you, and I'm going to duel with you on the day of the Demon Warrior Competition. Hun Tuo shouted suddenly.

"You're crazy, Hun Tuo, he's already close to a second-level knight, and he's still a nobleman, and his fighting skills and exercises are much better than ours. Reddy said anxiously.

"I'm not crazy, I'm just going to duel you, Zac. Hun Tuo said with a resolute face.

"Duel? haha, you hillbilly still want to win me? Okay, I'll accept your challenge, but don't run away when the time comes." Haha!" Sark looked teasing, and his voice came from a distance.

On the day of the Demon Martial Arts Competition, in addition to the normal competition, there will be an additional project that can challenge the students you want to challenge

Hun Tuo and Reddy have been cultivating desperately during this time. Especially Hun Tuo, in order to defeat Sark, he trained desperately this day, rested for a while when he was tired, and continued to practice when he recovered, living like a madman.

At this time, Hun Tuo was sitting in the room, the exercises were running, and he was swallowing the energy of heaven and earth, and a trace of energy slowly gathered into Hun Tuo's body, slowly strengthening this Hun Tuo's physique.

After a moment, Hun Tuo's eyes opened, and his eyes were filled with gloom.

"When will I be able to break through to become a second-level knight? "Hun Tuo Nannan.

These two days of hard cultivation, however, the improvement is not much, there is still more than half a distance from the threshold of the second-level knight, if you can't break through to become a second-level knight, Hun Tuo has no way to defeat a sark. Sack is not ordinary, as a noble child, born with a golden key, even if he is a member of the side line, the resources obtained are far stronger than those of Hun Tuo, who is already sixteen years old this year, and is still a first-class knight. And Sark is fifteen years old, but he is already about to step into the second-level knight, and this gap is simply a heavenly barrier.

And, recently, I went to the martial arts arena to compete with a classmate, who was lower than him, but relied on the high-end fighting skills he learned, and defeated him

In the mountains behind the academy, a teenager was constantly banging on the big trees.

"Damn, I'm not reconciled, why is this happening!" the young man clenched his fists and slammed them on a big tree.

"Bump!"

"It hurts!" Hun Tuo roared, clasping his hands tightly. "Damn, you bully me too. ”

Hun Tuo became a disciple of the Demon Martial Arts Academy at the age of eight, and it took eight years to become a first-class knight.

At this time, Han Feng was visiting the Demon Martial Academy, and was currently walking in the back mountain of the Demon Martial Academy, and from time to time he saw students practicing hard in the back mountain, and the big trees were used as sandbags by them, all kinds of punches and kicks, and all kinds of swords and guns.

At this moment, a suppressed cry faintly came into Han Feng's ears.

"Huh?" Han Feng walked curiously in the direction of the sound.

After walking for a while, I saw a young man in civilian clothes sitting on a stone and crying, and suppressed cries were heard from time to time.

Han Feng walked softly.

"Click!"

A faint sound of a tree branch being trampled off.

"Who?" Hun Tuo turned abruptly.

"This young man, why are you crying?" Han Feng glanced at Hun Tuo and said.

"Whoever cries, the sand gets into the eyes. Hun Tuo wiped his eyes, his eyes were red, and he said stubbornly.

"Fist hit the tree, crying bitterly?" Han Feng looked at his two injured fists, and then at a fist mark on a big tree next to him.

"How is it possible, I am a manly man, how can I cry because of this. Hun Tuo suddenly hid his hands, and his eyes wandered.

"What's the reason for that?" Han Feng asked with curiosity.