Syllable!

On the platform, Boyle had already stomped on the ground and lunged towards Gray.

He was two years older than Gray, half a head taller than Gray, and a little bigger.

He pounced, like a rampaging beast, crashing towards Gray, and the knife in his hand was the sharp horns of the beast.

Knowing Gray's lack of combat experience, he was aggressive as soon as he made a move, hoping to use his momentum to make Gray panic.

"Drink—"

Rushing in front of Green, the ironwood knife in his hand quickly slashed out, and the momentum of the forward rush made the knife more powerful than usual.

And he is also quite experienced in combat, and when the blade of the knife reaches Gray's face, it is the most powerful, which can be said to show the power of this knife to the fullest.

From this alone, it is not difficult to see that he is more than a star and a half stronger than Ellis, and if Ellis is really allowed to fight against him, the probability of defeat is at least as high as ninety.

It's no wonder that Viscount Oliver would propose such a fight, although the fighting talent in front of him is not yet up to the level of combat talent, but it is definitely enough to be evaluated as having a good fighting talent.

Syllable!

Faced with the fierce and sweeping black ironwood knife, Gray took a sharp step back, as if he was frightened, and hurriedly retreated to dodge.

But it was this step back that made the black ironwood knife pass in front of him, and the strong wind it brought even made his black hair fly, but it just failed to touch him.

"Scared? Meng's? ”

The younger generation of the aristocratic families in the audience all had suspicion in their eyes.

This dodge just now can be said to be just right, even if they are replaced, they may not be able to do it, but how can this action seem to be frightened, and subconsciously dodge back?

"Huh?"

Saroyan, who didn't care too much about this battle, just watched casually, sighed lightly in his heart, and a different color flashed in his eyes.

The young man named Gray in front of him, although he has a good cultivation talent, is too young after all, and he has only been in contact with actual combat for a few months, and his combat level can be imagined.

So he didn't care too much about this battle, Boyle won, he didn't look down on the Oliver family because of that, because it should have been, Gray lost, he didn't look down on the Fergus family because of it, because it was a matter of course.

As Viscount Oliver had thought, the battle had become a pure battle with no interests.

But when Gray took a step back and skillfully avoided Boyle's slash, it couldn't help but make his eyes light up.

Many of the children of the noble families present thought that Gray's clever dodge just now was luck, but as a high-ranking blood warrior with his strength, he was not far from the fierce blood warrior, and his eyesight was extraordinary, so he could naturally see at a glance that this was not luck.

The newly emerged son of the Fergus family seemed a little unusual, which couldn't help but arouse his interest.

Of course, if it comes to eyesight, Saroyan is naturally not the strongest among the people present, and among the people present, there are no fewer people who can see that Gray's evasion is not accidental, at least the heads of the noble families can see it.

Even the younger generation of outstanding people like Joey, Cliffor, and Timothy have either seen it or already have speculation in their hearts.

It is worth mentioning that Viscount Oliver's face at this time was ugly, not ordinary ugly, and he vomited blood depressedly at this time, this performance was a lack of combat experience? Trick the Blood Beast into going......

Most of the nobles thought that Gray's dodge just now was mostly due to luck, and even more so Boyle, who fought Gray.

He didn't care if he missed the blow, he took a step forward, and the knife he slashed out spun, ready to slash at Gray again from the other side.

But Gray clearly had no intention of giving him such a chance.

Instead of retreating, he leaned forward, and the ironwood sword in his hand suddenly slashed out diagonally, beckoning towards Boyle's neck.

Bang!

At the critical moment, Boyle blocked the sword with the ironwood knife across his chest, but the hasty resistance still made him stumble and take three steps back.

It was only then that his face finally turned serious, and he finally realized that Gray might not be the kind of person who lacked actual combat experience in the phenomenon.

But no matter what happened, Gray's attack was far from stopping.

Sou!

With three steps, Gray quickly caught up with Boyle, and before Boyle could adjust, the Ironwood Sword slashed out again, also targeting the neck.

Wearing a combat uniform, this is the most vulnerable position to attack, and in other places, there is a combat uniform to protect, and the damage will undoubtedly be greatly reduced.

Bang!

Boyle hastily resisted and was repulsed again.

Bang, bang, bang!

Gray didn't give Boyle a chance to regroup at all, pursue, attack, pursue, attack...... Keep repeating.

Even if he could only use the strength of the lower blood warrior, his speed was faster than Boyle, and with this speed, Boyle was forced to resist again and again, and was slashed back again and again.

"Drink—"

Suppressed one after another, knowing that if he continued like this, he would definitely lose, Boyle's face became anxious, and he gritted his teeth, and suddenly shouted like a beast that had been cornered.

As he drank heavily, a trace of the little blood power in his body suddenly poured into his knife-holding hand, and he felt that the strength of the knife-holding hand suddenly became a big increase, and the ironwood knife, which was not light, actually felt a lot lighter.

Confidence was suddenly full, and the ironwood sword that was coming at him suddenly slashed away, and there was immediately a piercing whistling sound in the air.

As a blood warrior, his strength has been increased by blood power, and he can already be compared to Kepel who does not use blood power.

Swish!

With a slash, Boyle swept away his previous grievances, and there was a feeling of sweat in his heart.

After being forced by Gray to only parry, he had never slashed such a smooth knife, and every time he resisted in a hurry, that feeling made him really uncomfortable.

"Boyle, be careful!"

But at this moment, he suddenly heard the loud exclamation of the big brother Kepel in the audience.

He tilted his head slightly, and his hair stood on end, as if he had been splashed with cold water naked in winter, because he had seen a black shadow less than twenty centimeters from his neck.

It was a pitch-black, bladeless sword.

But at this time, in his eyes, the threat is no less than a sword with a sharp edge.

His neck was already fragile, and if he suffered such a heavy blow, he would be seriously injured even if he did not die, and at this time, his knife had already been cut out, and the force was too strong, and it was too late to retract and resist, and it was too late to dodge.

Swish!

The sound of the strong wind had already slapped on his neck, and his muscles were tense and ready to withstand the impact, but at this moment, when the black ironwood sword was only two or three centimeters away from him, the black ironwood sword suddenly stopped.

"Whew-"

Seeing the black ironwood sword stop in front of his neck, he let out a long sigh of relief, and the whole person actually had a feeling of collapse.

Then another sense of humiliation came to his heart, and his face turned red instantly, he was actually defeated by a person who had only been in contact with actual combat for a few months at most, and was much younger than himself?!

He could already imagine how disappointed his father and brother would be under the battle stage, and how surprised and contemptuous the children of those noble families would look at him.

"Boyle actually lost?!"

There are aristocratic children who can't believe it.

"Actually lost to a guy who has only been a low-ranking blood warrior for a few months, this boyle's strength is too watery, right?"

There are noble children with disdain.

"It's not that Boyle is too weak, but this Gray is too strong, I didn't expect that this Gray is not only talented in cultivation, but also extremely talented in combat."

Only a few noble children were fair, but their voices were covered by one-sided voices.

……

"Really won?"

Zeni looked at the stage in amazement.

Although he kept saying that it would be Gray who won, it was just to fight with his sister, and he never thought that it would be Gray who would win, after all, the gap in combat experience was there.

Qiao Li's delicate brow furrowed and loosened, loosened and furrowed, and she looked at her mother, Viscount Bessemai, and asked.

"At the moment, that's a combat talent?"

"You can't be wrong."

Viscount Bessemai's eyes were deep.

Others may not feel it, or they may still be suspicious, but as someone with a talent for fighting and a Gundam Blood Warrior in strength, she is already very sure.

Although his combat skills are still immature, he has an extremely keen intuition about the timing of battles.

At the last moment, in order to get rid of the situation of being suppressed by Gray, Boyle used the power of blood to make his power skyrocket.

However, because of the sudden increase in strength, he could not adapt to the sudden increase in strength, and his control became poor, so that the amplitude of the knife was too large and could not be withdrawn in time.

This is just a matter of a short moment, and if you change to a lower blood warrior, you won't notice it at all, but the other party notices it and turns it into an opportunity to win, and immediately counterattacks after dodging it, and finally wins.

This kind of grasp of the timing of the battle, either with extremely rich combat experience or with combat talent, with the age of the other party, it is obviously impossible to have extremely rich combat experience, so there is no doubt that the other party has combat talent.

On the Richens side.

"Big brother, what do you think?"

Timothy looked at his eldest brother with a furrowed brow.

Although he also guessed that the result would be a one-sided reversal, this one-sided reversal was a bit wrong, and in his guess, it should be Gray who reversed on one side. Fergus was right, but now it was Boyle who lost. Oliver, it turned out to be the exact opposite of what he expected.

Cliver didn't answer immediately, but the look in his eyes changed, and he turned back after a moment.

"Although it doesn't pose a threat to us now, it will definitely be a big threat in the future, the only thing that is fortunate is that he is much younger than us, and by the time his strength reaches our level, we have reached a higher level."

On the side of the Shelly family.

"Rival ......"

The two teenagers who had been ordered by Viscount Shelly to watch carefully. Shelly & Kerx. Shelly, you look at me, I look at you, his eyes are full of solemnity.

Although not yet with this Gray. Fergus fights, but from this scramble alone, it is not difficult to detect this Gray. Fergus has a wealth of combat experience, and he does not look at all like a person who has only been exposed to actual combat for a few months.