The Duke was outnumbered, while the Silver Knight's attacks continued.

After narrowly dodging a few deadly slashes, she thoroughly figured out the weakness of the longaxe, a weapon with excellent range and armor-piercing ability, but with dead spots that made it ineffective in hand-to-hand combat.

The Duke pulled out the pickaxe that hung from her belt, and she clung to her opponent's body to keep herself away from the threat of the axe, and tried to attack the opponent's leg with the pickaxe.

The Guardian of the Holy Sepulchre, seeing through her intentions, lifted his foot, no longer stepping on the opponent's footarmour, and instead pushed the opponent with the handle of the axe, trying to push the Duke farther away so that the axe could be reached.

But as soon as she let go, the Duke's speed advantage was immediately apparent, and she dodged and moved nimbly, dodging a few attacks, and then slashed at him with a hoe.

He immediately realized that he had made a mistake, (broken!) I'm in too much of a hurry and should keep stepping on her feet! ）

Once close, the axe's advantage was lost, and he quickly threw it away and raised his shield to defend against the attack, but his shield was close to being scrapped after many heavy losses.

The opponent's pickaxe pierced through the shield's iron sheet, oak planks and armor on his upper arm, and the sharp hoe pierced directly into the arm muscles between his ulna, and her attack speed was so fast that she slashed three times in a row, directly splitting the shield of the Silver Knight.

Without the protection of his shield, the Guardian of the Holy Sepulchre had to raise his silver armour to defend against the attack, while his right hand began to fumble for the handle of the mace, but he could not reach it in a hurry.

The duke's slashing became more and more powerful, and the damage caused by the hoe became deeper and deeper, the two ulnas in the silver knight's forearm were all broken by force, and the side of the upper arm was also hit by a hoe, and the entire left arm was completely powerless, and he could only fight with his right hand.

Seeing that their monarch was gaining power, the officers and soldiers of the Duchy of Valstad cheered, "His Majesty the Duke will win!" ”

The continuous slashing was extremely physically demanding, and in the case of wearing full armor and being seriously injured, the black-armored knight stopped to breathe a little, the broken collarbone on the left side was painful, and he was pressed to the toes by the opponent's flat foot armor, and he could feel that the toenails had been broken, and the toes were bleeding.

She gasped heavily, and said with a strong spirit, "It's okay now, one-armed to one-armed, so it's fair enough." ”

The Silver Knight finally succeeded in removing his mace, and he held on to the handle of the hammer firmly, also panting for breath, trying to even out his breathing, "It's surprising that you really haven't been trained as a knight?" ”

"Yes, thank you so much, the previous battles were all pediatrics, and it was the first time I had such a good fight." With that, the black-armored knight took a sharp breath and swung his pickaxe towards the opponent's shoulder armor.

The Guardian of the Holy Sepulchre tried to parry, but his movements were slow, and the pickaxe slashed deep into his shoulder armor, piercing through the plates, chain mail, and leather padding, and the tip of the hoe digging directly into the sinew of his shoulder.

At this time, a dramatic scene happened, the knight in silver armor came and went, the duke's pickaxe had been deformed because of the continuous chopping, and at this time, the deformed hoe was deeply embedded in the multiple layers of armor and strong muscles, and the duke tried to pull it out hard, but found that his weapon was stuck and could not be pulled out.

(A chance to win!) The Keeper of the Holy Sepulchre realized this immediately.

He "Drink!" With a loud roar, the duke smashed his mace at the other man, and the duke had to let go of the handle of his weapon in order to protect himself, leaving his pickaxe on the other's shoulder armor.

At this point, she had no time to dodge, so she quickly raised her arm and tried to take the blow with her right arm.

And the silver armor knight's blow turned out to be just a false move, he suddenly stretched out his leg and kicked at the opponent's black shin armor, as a giant more than two meters tall, coupled with years of hard training, there is no doubt that the power of this kick is enough to kick ordinary people a few meters away.

The duke's weight was so steady that she was only kicked and lost her balance, but now she was seriously injured and in a very bad state, so she did not stand firm to regain her balance, but fell backwards, and she hurriedly withdrew her right arm to support herself on the muddy ground, so that she did not fall.

(Oh no!) The defense of the head is gone! Just when she had a bad premonition, the other party had already taken the opportunity to attack.

The Guardian of the Holy Sepulchre raised his mace again and smashed it towards the opponent's helmet.

There was a loud bang, the black helmet was smashed and deformed, the top of the helmet was dented in a large piece, the visor was also seriously displaced, and the ears of the Duke of Salantos were buzzing, and it was pitch black in front of him, and he couldn't see anything.

She was so shocked that she almost fainted, and she quickly retreated a few steps back by instinct, only then did she distance herself from the other party.

The Silver Knight stomped his foot vigorously, thinking regretfully: (Her head was too low just now, and she couldn't use all her strength to slash, otherwise this would be over!) ）

The Duke was starry from the mace, but his mind was still clear, and the severe deformation of the helmet staggered the position of the observation hole.

Thinking so, she took off her helmet and threw the expensive pile of scrap metal into the mud.

(You can see it all now!) This is long overdue! Without the shackles of helmets and armor, my eyes suddenly opened up, and my vision suddenly became wider.

She found that the officers and soldiers on the sidelines were looking at her with horror on their faces, she touched the top of her head, and the spikes of the mace had passed through the top of the helmet, scratched her bun, and slightly cut her scalp, the long iron-gray hair was scattered, blue blood slid down the thick eyebrows and dripped down the bridge of her nose, and a pair of silver-gray eyes stared at her opponent fearlessly.

Some of the recruits had not yet had the opportunity to witness the Duke's true face, and they looked at the otherworldly appearance of the black-armored female knight, and the group of people were stunned, tall and strong, strong and beautiful, full of wild and charming, which was the deadliest poison in the hearts of the Valstad men.

"Baron Stronghall, I must admit that I am inferior to you in knightly jousting," the Duke said modestly, and then changed his words, "but after that, I will fight in my own way, and you will have time to admit defeat." ”

The Guardian of the Holy Sepulchre did not show weakness at all: "Your helmet is scrapped, your weapon is lost, and the person who should be persuaded to surrender is me, Your Majesty the Duke, you are the one who will lose." ”

"Oh? If I haven't done my best, what do you think? The Duke smiled and replied, "I like you stubborn old knight, I like your adherence to your oath, you are simply a model of chivalry, I have not killed you on several occasions, I just hope you live." ”