Just when several young people were bruised and swollen, they were about to draw their swords and fight desperately.

A huge figure covered the ground around him, and a slightly rough and hoarse voice said, "Stop! This is not a martial arts arena, so Hugh is rude! ”

"Fuck off! It's not your turn to be nosy! The fighters were angry and ignored the persuasion.

Two huge palms stretched out from above, grabbing the arms of the two young Rao respectively, and the green tendons on the back of the hands burst out, tightening tighter and tighter.

"Oops! It hurts me to death! You big bastard! Do you know who I am? Let go of my arms! Oops! The ulna is going to break! ”

"Then you can see who I am." The big man said in a low voice.

One man looked up and saw a square face as resolute as a rock, and he saw the identity of the big man clearly, and was obviously frightened enough, and trembled:

"Original...... It turned out to be Lord Victor, the Guardian of the Holy Sepulchre, and it was our rudeness, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! ”

The other person still looked arrogant, looking very unconvinced, and said, "Guardian of the Holy Sepulchre? What is that? I haven't heard of this position, why is this stupid big man so arrogant? How dare you do it to me? Did you tell him, I'm the son of Count Stein! Lao Tzu has never been afraid of anyone in the territory of Valsta! ”

This friend persuaded with a gloomy face: "Calm down! The other party is Her Majesty the Empress's adopted son, Lord Wicktingströnghold! He is commensurate with the prince and the princess as brother and sister, and he is a person we can never afford to mess with! If you sin against him, your whole family will suffer with you! Do you understand? Don't apologize yet, you country aristocrat, stupid! ”

At this time, all those involved in the fight stopped their hands and looked at the giant in front of them in fear.

This large, powerful man is 2.15 meters tall and full of muscles and muscles, so he looks very difficult to mess with.

The degree of energy of this person is somewhat exaggerated, the outline of the bulging muscles can be seen through the clothes, a pair of blue eyes are bright, and the power of the whole body seems to explode.

He let go of a pair of giant palms and said, "You're all contestants, right?"

"Yes...... Keeper of the Holy Sepulchre...... We all signed up for the rifle jousting and dismounting. ”

"Well, since you're in the competition, prepare well, don't fight outside the field, I'll be waiting for your challenge in the arena, come on, brothers."

Wickingstranghold pointed to the five-colored silk ribbon on his breastplate and the two long blue peacock feathers on his helmet.

These two things are the hallmarks of the last knightly competition, in fact, Baron Victor has won five times in a row.

When he wasn't wearing armor, he was already a formidable man, and when he put on his full body armor, he transformed into a giant beast with a steel shell.

He was better at heavy blows like maces and chains than knights' swords, and as long as he rounded those big arms, no amount of heavy armor could withstand his blows.

"Come on, Guardian of the Holy Sepulchre, let's go to the tent and change our clothes first." Several of the brawlers exchanged pleasantries and quickly left the scene.

Queen Rosemary Midknight walked up to the big man and hugged his strong body tightly:

"Victor! You're amazing! Those fierce boys are so scared by you that they almost pee their pants, and I've never seen them scared like this! ”

Victor gently held the delicate hand of the princess with his giant palm, and gave a standard kiss: "Your Majesty, please allow me to guide you into the venue." ”

"Absolutely! I'll cheer you on, Victor! The Rosemary Princess's face flushed, and she clenched her arms tightly around her heart, her head pressed against her strong arms.

The venue was crowded with food vendors, common spectators stood behind wooden fences, and wealthy merchants and aristocrats sat in VIP seats on high platforms.

First of all, the highlight of this knight competition is the riding spear competition.

Standard-bearers stand on the sidelines carrying the flags of their families, and the attendants tie up the armor of the contestants, help them mount their horses, and then hand over the riding spears for the race.

The referee gave the order, and the contestants on both sides of the partition began to charge, and the two mounted spears stabbed each other into each other's shields, breaking almost simultaneously.

"Pretty fight!" The audience gave a round of applause.

After 15 rounds of preliminaries, as expected, this year's rifle final was once again a narrow meeting of old rivals, and the host read out the names of the finalists aloud:

"Contestant on the left, please! His Majesty the Emperor's adopted son, guardian of the Holy Sepulchre of the Starfall Islands - Baron Victingströnghowd!

Contestants on the right, please! Lord of the Valley of Manna and Marshal of the Empire - Count Lavanka Fruen.

Victor appeared first, dressed in shiny silver-plated plate armor with a peacock feather on his head, a large red cape, an oak shield in his left hand, and a twelve-foot riding spear in his right hand.

He was large enough, and his mount was a terrible beast—a great pony of the frigid mane imported from the far north.

The tall horse was constantly snorting hot snorts, the hooves of the bowl were constantly tossing the dirt on the ground, and a pair of blood-red eyes stared at the other horse's warhorse, which did not look like a grazing animal at all, but like a fierce beast that drank blood.

On the opposite side was Count Lavanka, a large man, 2.02 meters tall, slightly shorter than Victor, and mounted on a fierce black stallion, both men and horses were clad in the same standard of gilded plate armor, which was particularly dazzling in the sunlight.

The two finalists raised their rifles and greeted the audience, drawing applause and cheers.

The Queen Rosemary sat in the middle of the stands, her fingers crossed and her knuckles on her pointed chin, praying for her beloved.

"Eldest sister, you're here." A vibrant female voice came.

"Oops! Edgar! I thought you weren't coming! Come and sit next to me! Rosemary hugged her sister.

Edgar Midknight didn't look like a royal lady at all, she was wearing a worn and worn chatter training jacket, her long silver hair was mixed with a few petals and sawdust, and her pants and boots were covered with mud, she sat down next to her sister, stretched, and said:

"What about Maxim? I released him and he's going to come and watch the game. ”

"He went to look for me at the academy, he just came with me, I saw him go to the tent where he sold beer, and he hasn't come back yet."

Edgar grimaced: "I guess so!" Maxim was not interested in the game at all! This drunkard just wants to drink! So, he's borrowing money from you again? ”

Rosemary nodded, "yes, I gave him a few gold shields, enough for him to squander for a while." ”

"Hey, big sister, you have to keep it a secret for me! If Her Majesty the Mother Mother had known that I had released Maxim from the confinement cell, she would have been furious, and not only Maxim, but even my pocket money would have to be wasted. ”

"My good sister, look at what you say, your sister is not a fool!"

At this time, the referee rang the brass bell, and the audience began to cheer in unison.

The princess Edgar stood up excitedly and shouted, "Oops! Look, big sister, the finals have begun! Come on, Victor! ”