PS: I found that if I really worked hard, it was still possible to change two times a day (but this is impossible).

"Bang!"

The duel between the two immediately attracted the attention of everyone on the Knights' training ground.

How did Trainee Knight Disma get into a fight with a newcomer?

This is a battle that violates the rules of the competition, the two sides have neither agreed in advance, nor have they made a declaration of challenge, just because of a little friction, the two sides have to compete on the training ground?

At this time, there were twenty or thirty heavily armed purple dragon knights in the training ground, plus nearly a hundred guards, apprentices, logistics, and civilian personnel, and they all set their eyes on Ian Hartson, the chief inspector present, almost at the same time.

Ian still looked mean, his mouth was pursed, his face full of indifference, and his hands on his chest.

What's so bad? Let this kid see the world fiercely!

This is the Knights! Not an aristocratic salon! The Noble Circle set doesn't apply here, boy!

Seeing Aaron's arrogant appearance, Ian wanted to go up and slap him in the face hard!

Stinky boy, what do you think you are? You don't know how close you are to a truly strong man!

Come up and be so crazy, you'll die if you go out on an adventure!

Since the chief inspector did not express his opinion, the training ground naturally began to watch the show.

The blades intersected, and both sides subconsciously retreated.

Aaron held the sword in one hand, and the other hand pressed under the wrist of the sword wielder, and Disma slashed his left and right sword, and some gaps the size of rice grains could already be faintly seen on the two sharp blades, one long and one short.

These are two very old weapons that have been in service for a long time.

But Aaron knows that because of the very old weapon, it shows that Disma is definitely a battle maniac.

"Come!" Disma roared angrily, the muscles on his bare arms were tense, and the green tendons twisted under his skin like earthworms, and the frenzy brought by the battle on his skin gradually became congested, and the strong fighting spirit appeared, and the apprentice knight laughed wildly: "Take out all your skills!" The last Salian, if you're not careful, you'll die! ”

"Did you brush your teeth in the morning? It stinks. Aaron said calmly.

Disma didn't answer, but his sharp eyes told Aaron that he was enraged again, and the apprentice knight leaped forward with a brisk stride, and the long sword in his hand fell first, slashing directly at Aaron's skull!

Aaron slid sideways to dodge, and a ring of magical chaos missiles had already emerged from the Viscount's empty hands.

He was about to raise his hand to release the magic.

Disma's attacks are faster than he can cast!

The sword was closed, the knife came, and a sword light wrapped in a strong wind approached him, making Aaron's delicate and white face a little painful.

It's too late to unleash the Chaos Missile!

Aaron hurriedly put away his sword to resist, and a strong and violent force came from his wrist, and the blade was bounced away, and the viscount, who had lost his center of gravity, took two steps back, and then released the chaos missile in his hand.

Three multicolored darts approached from three different directions, and the strange light on them puzzled Disma, and he gave up the pursuit, grabbing a small round shield from behind him, which blocked two Chaos missiles and hit his arm with a third.

Boom!

Disma only felt his body shake, and a piercing pain ran down his arm to his head.

Am I hurt?

What's even more bizarre is that the pain from the injury continues to be like a knife cut, and Disma, who has been in a hundred battles, can't bear this pain.

What's that? What's this guy's magic?

What do you think? Haven't seen it, have you?

Aaron saw that his magic was working and was about to pursue him, when several thorny vines suddenly rose from the ground, bound his legs and restrained him in place, and the spikes on the thorns pierced into his body, bursting out of blood.

Oops, the situation is wrong!

The apprentice knight in front of him is also a spellcaster!

It's a ring spell that traps and strikes.

This guy named Disma is not only a warrior, but he also works part-time as a ranger!

Yes, contrary to what the world thinks, rangers are also a type of spellcaster, they use the magic source of the natural world to cast spells, and dedicate their spirits to the laws of the world and the power of nature's rules to invoke the power of magic, so the key attribute of their spells is perception.

The rangers are not full-time spellcasters, and most of them only have a few small spells, but even so, this brings a myriad of variables to the battle.

I miscalculated, I thought I could use a dick silk warrior to play prestige, but I didn't expect to meet a part-time ranger warrior!

Pink flames rose from the ground, and the flames turned into fears greedily pounced on the surface of the thorns, sucking the magic from above, despite the spikes piercing through the body.

The thorns were quickly withered by the pink dread, and Aaron broke free, and the two sides confronted each other again.

Both were surprised by each other's spells.

Especially in Disma, opposite Aaron, the trainee knight's arrogant eyes were slowly replaced by surprise.

What's that? What kind of spell is that?

I've never seen it!

All of the apprentice knights have taken magic coping classes, and in the face of those famous small spells in the low-ring magic, such as hypnosis, colorful spray, greasy magic, shield magic, spider web magic, stealth technique, and mirror magic, they are naturally very proficient in how to deal with it, just an apprentice-level warlock, Disma really didn't pay attention to it.

But today I really met a ghost, this guy puts a very strange magic, the magic missile is very weird, and I have never seen that kind of pink flame!

"When faced with powerful magic that is not written in the books, the best option you have to do is to retreat."

- Kingdom Adventure Experience

Both sides are taking a fresh look at their opponents.

Aaron's face sank, and with his current level of Warlock class plus charismatic bonuses, he could only release 3 one-ring spells before resting, and he had already used 2 of them.

Disma's unruly face also snorted disdainfully, thinking that if he couldn't even take this newcomer, wouldn't he be embarrassed?

He's a warrior and part-time ranger who has just entered the elite rank!

Good boy, you have the courage to provoke me, see how I beat you down, and then sit on your waist and let you beg for mercy!

The trainee knight really couldn't bear it, he preemptively launched an attack, facing the long sword in Aaron's hand, Disma's right hand sword confronted it and provoked his sword edge, and at the moment of the confrontation between the two sides, he bent down and sank, and the scimitar in his hand went straight to Aaron's chest!

Aaron couldn't dodge, and the Viscount barely withstood the great force of his sword and used the last magic on Disma.

Whip of Slaanesh!

Three long purple whips covered with barbs erupted from his palm, smashing the scimitar in his left hand and cutting a foot-long bloody cut in the creature's chest and back.

After the magic was released, Aaron rolled sideways to dodge the rushing blade, and in the same way, Disma was freed from the shackles of the Slaanesh's whip, and at the same time, both hands held their swords at the same time, and the two long swords collided in the air.

"You've lost!"

"It's over!"

Aaron let go of his right hand, he clenched his fist tightly, the muscles of his right arm tightened, and purple-gray veins burst from the back of his hand!

Disma's left hand continued to press the entangled blade, and he also raised his fist as big as a punching bag, his muscles shook one by one, and the power was gathering!

Rumble!

Aaron's fist slammed into Disma's arrogant left side of his face, and the skin on Disma's face fluctuated like a tide.

Syllable!

Disma's fist also smashed into Aaron's delicate, smooth and seductive left cheek, sending out a twisted storm.

Both of them screamed and retreated at the same time, Aaron took a few steps back and fell on his back, half of his face immediately swollen, dizzy, Aaron just barely supported his body with his hands to prevent himself from lying down completely.

Disma also took a few steps back to stand firm, the left side of his face was also swollen, and a bright red came out of the bottom of his nose, he tapped it with his finger, sneered and put his finger in his mouth and sucked.

"Hey, boy, are you still here? Can you do it? The midshipman scoffed.

"Why do you talk so badly? Brother, go cut the hemorrhoids in your mouth. Aaron scoffed in the same way.

The former's taunt was obviously not as hurtful as the latter's, and Disma's face twitched wildly at Aaron's words.

"That's enough, stop!" Not far away, a gate in the castle opened wide, and a flag team of purple dragon knights galloped out, and the crowd automatically made way for them.

"Separate them! Two guys who don't make people worry. The leading purple dragon knight ordered.

"Yes, Your Excellency the Flag Bearer, we'll do it right away."

Flag bearer?! Aaron, who was still reckless, hurriedly looked at the leading purple dragon knight, only to see that he was wearing a piece of pure gold slatted armor with protective runes, his figure was very burly, far stronger than Disma and himself, his eyes were serious and profound, and under the pair of thick bush-like eyebrows, a pair of gray eyes shot a panther-like gaze, like a shiny steel knife stabbing over, steady and accurate, hitting the vital point.

But his most distinctive feature was his thick hair, a long brown hair that made him as majestic and intimidating as a lion, and a large brown beard thicker than a duvet, extending down to almost as long as his head.

Like the heroes of those old tales, he can undoubtedly intimidate any opponent as much as the weapon in his hand.

Aaron recognized him.

He is Lucian Buckman, his father's old friend and comrade-in-arms, one of the flag officers of the Purple Dragon Knights, and a master Purple Dragon Knight.

"Who is this and what are they doing? Ian, I need you to give me an explanation, I haven't heard of a competition today, and it's a fitting competition! The flag bearer said in his characteristic low, serious, magnetic voice.

"There's nothing wrong with that, you see that if you fight like this, won't the military assessment of joining the regiment be saved?" Ian still looks like a yin and yang weird: "I can only say that the level of these two rookies is not good, and they haven't even knocked out a tooth, no, no, no." ”

"Ian! You've always been like this, is it so attractive to you that two young people are fighting their heads and bleeding? The flag bearer retorted dissatisfiedly, "What's in it for the Knights?" ”

"Oh, please, my dear Lucian, don't you like to say, 'Let the recruits go on their own'? I'm helping them on their way, too! Ian smiled and spread his hands, with a look on his face that I am more powerful than you.

The flag bearer shook his hand in annoyance and gave up the argument, and motioned for the medical paladins to hurry up and treat Aaron and Disma.

"Disma! What are you doing? I told you to practice, is that how you practice? The flag bearer snapped.

"Stinky old man, this guy provoked me first!" Disma was obviously not convinced, and the apprentice knight pointed at Aaron's nose and shouted, "If he hadn't dangled around there to block me, how could I have fought him in armor?" ”

Lucian directly threw a fist and smashed it on Disma's head: "You aim the crossbow at his head, he doesn't regard you as an enemy, does he still regard you as a friend?" ”

"You kid, you always like to abuse force like this, you will never get my approval like this!"

Disma covered his head, but the trainee knight was still unconvinced: "Whoever makes him so conspicuous and so angry, it's hard to shoot him in the head without a crossbow!" ”

Another iron fist slammed into Disma's head, and the apprentice knight covered his head and crouched down with a scream: "Ahhh ”

Aaron swallowed.

This punch looks like it hurts!

"Lord Lucian, this is just a misunderstanding." Aaron also accepted it when he saw it, and the Viscount knew very well that he was actually stirring up trouble, and Disma did have a lot of responsibility, but if he hadn't deliberately made things bigger, it wouldn't have developed to the extent of a showdown.

This duel was actually Aaron's own initiation.

Yes, he did it on purpose, remembering the location the last time he entered the fortress through the side door.

After entering the fortress, Aaron deliberately dangled between Disma and his target, and Disma told him not to move him, just to find someone to fight.

The aristocratic circle is different from the military circle, the former is treacherous, but it always pays attention to a relatively complete set of rules, while the army is a natural place of social reach, which pays attention to strength, and the winner is king.

After entering this fortress, it's hard to talk about any titles, big fists are the last word, so Aaron just wants to provoke someone to fight, which is the best way to show his strength and improve his sense of existence and gain everyone's recognition.

It's also part of his plan.

"Mr. Disma, you're in good hands." Rubbing his swollen face, Aaron laughed.

"......" Disma did not answer, he clasped his hands on his chest, half of his face and his head were swollen on top of his head, and he made a disdainful look.

Boom!

Another iron fist slammed into Disma's head: "He's talking to you!" Didn't you hear that?! ”

Disma, who was punched three times in the head, was already a little stunned, he covered his head, and tears were already in his eyes: "Eh, good, good, good." ”

"When will this kid learn knightly etiquette?" Lucian sighed, his stern gaze swept over Aaron, "Come in, Aaron, welcome to the Knights of the Purple Dragon." ”

"Hello, Lord Lucian......" Aaron saluted Lucian.

"Within the Order, please call me a position!" Lucian emphasized.

"Yes, Lucian!" Aaron repeated.

"You guys go in first, I'll take care of something, I'll be here in fifteen minutes." Lucian nodded, gave Disma another hard look, and then got back on his horse and left.

"Hmph, stinky old man!" Seeing Lucian leave, the apprentice knight muttered a curse, and then said to Aaron: "Let's go, boy, the level is good, I'll take you in, you won this competition." ”

"Oh? It's true? Aaron touched the left side of his face, which was still a little swollen, the wound left in the previous duel between the two had been healed in the holy healing of the holy warrior, but the heart-piercing pain really left a deep impression on him: "Why did you admit defeat?" ”

"Hmph, what's there to show off, I've just entered the elite level, you're only an apprentice, it's my advantage, is it fun to bully you? If I play like this, I lost. Disma clasped his hands to his chest and held his head high: "Enjoy your victory, temporary victory, for I will soon become stronger, stronger than the stinky old man." ”

"So you're Lucian's Flag Officer's Cadet Knight?" Aaron couldn't help but laugh: "Also, didn't the flag bearer say that in the Knights, you have to be called a position." ”

"The position of the stinky old man is the stinky old man!" Disma glanced at Aaron obliquely: "I'll call him a stinky old man." ”

"Okay, it's not me who was punched by him anyway." Aaron didn't bother to correct either.

"I know you, the last of Salian, the son of Manuel, a good friend of the stinky old man, who has been talking about you for the past two days." Disma thought of Lucian's punch and only felt that his head still hurt: "So what? Are you planning to officially join the Purple Dragon Knight, use your knight qualifications, and receive recruit training? ”

"Yes." Aaron nodded.

"What about the appointment letter?"

"Here." Aaron pulled out a roll of parchment with the royal precepts on it.

"Okay, I'll hold your things for you, there is the recruit reporting office in front, you can just take the appointment order and go to register." Disma pointed to a corner in the courtyard.

This man...... I punched him, and his attitude towards me improved.

Aaron complained in his heart, it seems that some people just owe a beating.

At the door of the recruit's check-in office, Aaron exhaled softly.

Six months! He only had six months!

So, let's get started!

My path to the strong!