At this time, Joels rushed in front of Walls, but just as Joels was about to touch Walls, Walls lightly leaned his body to the right!

And Joels's body just passed by Walls, but Walls didn't dodge Joels's attack so easily.

Just as Walls' entire body was deflecting to the right, Joels actually immediately changed the upper half of his body, and his arm struck Walls like a blade.

Unable to be on guard, Walls was struck by his thin-looking but immensely strong arm.

He was hit in the left forehead, and the pain quickly penetrated his brain.

The blow wasn't over yet, and Joels, who had stabilized his body, began to swing his wooden sword.

I knew I was invincible.

But things took a turn for the better.

Joels swept flat with his wooden sword, but Walls fell straight down with the force of Joels' attack, and in this way dodged Joels's attack.

One blow doesn't work out, and another blow comes back.

Joels turned his sweep and slashed diagonally towards Walls.

"What are you doing, making action movies? Do you want me to ask Brother Jackie Chan to come over and guide you??? ”

Finally, Draxle couldn't stand it anymore.

[System prompt: Let's please Donnie Yen, people's Wing Chun boxing is powerful.] 】

"What kind of skill can you just use to kill the other side? Like me, fire comes! How handsome. ”

[System prompt: What a middle two.] 】

Seeing that the sword was about to slash into Walls' body, Walls did not choose to dodge, so he took his wooden sword and began to fight Joels.

Joels was blocked by Walls with several swords, which made Joels angry.

"I'm going to be the winner!" Joels shouted, raising his sword aloft in his hand, which seemed to be terrifying, eerie, and like a Grim Reaper trying to take Walls' life.

"And you're a complete loser." Roaring, Joels slashed his strongest sword, the one born of his anger.

Seeing this, Draxle was speechless: "There is so much nonsense, and generally speaking, you have to be punished." ”

[System prompt: Hmm...... I also think he missed. 】

"He's too much to breathe." He could already see that this blow was caused by Joels's anger, so the flaw was so great that his anger caused it to become a battlefield instead of a competition.

The feeling of being on the battlefield was all too familiar to Iyayar, he had experienced it many times, but he looked at the game off the pitch and didn't look like he was going to stop it.

On the contrary, I was excited to become like this.

Iaya was a warlike lord. How could Walls, who had experienced the baptism of the battlefield, be afraid of such a scene, he had already felt such an aura in the battle with the leader of the pirates, Geoffrey.

"Then let's see who's the loser." At this time, Walls also knew what Joels was thinking, but he was not afraid.

As Joels' sword fell, Walls didn't know where the strength came from, and his whole body was like a spring, bouncing off the ground with a single stroke.

At the same time he swung a sword of his own, which was no less than Joels's sword.

When the two swords collided, it was like a flying dragon entangled with a tiger, and a fire met a flood, and they actually fought evenly between the top and bottom.

"Would you like to lend you the Wolf King's sword?"

[System prompt: People's rusty sword is a tetanus artifact, better than yours. 】

"TMD, whose system the hell are you?"

[System Prompt: I belong to myself.] 】

The baron was annoyed for a moment, why did he have such a thing.

At this moment, they all stepped back, but this was only temporary, and Walls actually took the lead and stabbed a sword at Joels.

Joels turned around to dodge Wall's sword, and at the same time, the wooden sword in his right hand suddenly stabbed Wall's abdomen like a ghost, but Wall had already kicked his left foot out before him, and this time it just kicked away Joels's wooden sword.

Joels knew that his sword would not be able to hit Wall, so he also learned from Wall to kick his right foot, and Byron not only taught Joels the art of swordsmanship.

He also taught Joels some other things, at least he would not be less likely to use his fists and kicks, but he was always a sword, so he rarely used his fists and kicks.

Both of them are facing each other with swords, fists and feet. Either you stab me, or I stab you. Everyone in the audience burst into exclamations, and even the arena owners who had watched many competitions were constantly bursting out in exclamations.

Byron, who was standing in the audience, was still worried about whether Joels's anger would kill Wall, but he didn't expect that this young man was on par with his own students.

Which master of swordsmanship is this? He was curious and thought so.

"Of course this is my good grandson." Drassel replied with interest.

As for Iyayar, he had seen countless vicious battles, he had seen more exciting and vicious battles than this, they were all strong warriors in this continent, but now he felt good to be able to see such battles.

These are just two young men, not fighters who have been famous for a long time.

Maybe I should have recruited them all. Iaya was ready to walk off the field, go to the referee to stop the game, and then go and recruit the two young men herself.

But just as he was about to walk to the referee's side, there was a sudden exclamation from the field.

What's going on? The curious Iaya turned his head, and he saw a young man lying on the ground.

He was eliminated. But the referee, who stood by in a daze, did not announce the result for a long time, until his boss gave him instructions.

"Now I declare that the winner of this game is this one."

The referee ran over and took his hand and raised it in the air.

"Walls! Congratulations, it seems that Lady Luck is very kind to you today. The referee shouted at the crowd on the field.

"Why can't it be the God of War? I don't rely on luck alone. ”

Immediately, there were bursts of cheers on the field, and they were fortunate to be able to see this fierce game.

In the Woche Tavern, the group of guys chatted.

"Head, you're amazing." Owens said excitedly in the tavern. He had already prepared a jug of wine in front of him, which was intended for Walls.

After winning this match, the remaining opponent knew that he couldn't beat Walls and threw in the towel.

In this case, taking into account the prize money of the athletic meeting and the money for placing bets, then a total of three thousand dinars were obtained. Now Walls can be regarded as a small rich man.

At least he doesn't have to worry about whether he can eat anymore.

As soon as Owens finished speaking, some of the other friends began to excitedly come over and say something of praise or worship to Walls.

Not only that, but some mercenaries who had watched the game also gathered. Among them is Issa.

Originally, Issa still regarded him as an ordinary warrior, but now it seems that his strength is good.

He is a worthy target, and he knows that Iayaar of the Nord Kingdom has noticed him, and he must pull Vors into the camp of the Svadia Kingdom before he recruits Walls.

At this time, Walls was naturally very happy. He knows that his abilities have been recognized.

Even Wo Zhi's golden finger came out and said a few words. "You've tapped your potential well, and if you continue like this, you'll soon be a top swordsman, but don't be complacent, or you'll be ready to be like Joels."

"I know, I know myself." He took a sip of his wine, and it was at this moment that he saw a ray of bright sunlight shining through the window.

But it's the opposite. In a small corner of the Wocheze, a dejected Joels listened to his mentor's teachings with his head down. Although there was bright sunshine in the sky, he felt that the sun was not shining on him.

He was worried, worried about whether he would be abandoned by his mentor, that he had failed, that maybe no one else could afford him now.

From now on, the name of genius will be given to Walls, to the one who defeats him, to the winner of the athletic convention.

"No, you're wrong." Byron, who was standing aside and watching his student, seemed to know Joels' thoughts.

"Do you know why you failed?" Byron continued.

"He was just one move faster than me, and that one move made me fail." Joels didn't think twice.

"No, it's not that, think about it again?"

"What?" Joels was dazed.

"Did you ever think he would beat you?"

"No, he's just an unknown person, how could I have thought he would beat me?"

"Everyone has gone from being unfamous to being famous, and you shouldn't underestimate your opponent." Byron said earnestly, "You still have a lot to learn besides swordsmanship. ”

Joels nodded, suddenly aware of what his teacher had been telling him.

"Who hasn't failed? This failure was nothing at all. Byron put his hand on Joels' shoulder.

Hearing this, Joels's gloom immediately dissipated, and the sunshine seemed to share his share.

From then on, a powerful knight who would follow Walls in the future was born.

In the tavern, a group of mercenaries looked at the group of people curiously, they didn't know what was going on, why were so many people gathered?

After inquiry, they learned that it was the winner of the competition who was surrounded in the middle, no wonder this situation occurred.

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