"It's not fair!"

Sitting in the stands, the pale-faced Alan clutched the cuffs of his clothes tightly, and his sapphire-like eyes did not dare to leave Edward's body for a moment, as if he only needed to move away for a moment to see the cruel appearance of the figure splashed with blood on the spot, drop by drop of cold sweat fell down her forehead, and she gritted her teeth.

"That Sir Ellert Millal is the heir of Hellland City, and if something happens to him, Earl Millal will definitely not let Edward go - but Ellert has not so many scruples, he forced him to fight or made up his mind, Edward did not dare to kill him!"

"But since he has accepted it, then this duel belongs to him - not to mention that as a knight, raising a sword to defend one's dignity is the minimum quality!" Hearing Allen's words, Otto Kwyn frowned a little, he didn't understand why his daughter didn't even remember this: "If he gives up or runs away, even if he makes great achievements, he is just a coward without courage!"

At this time, Otto, who was sitting in the stands, looked solemn, and there was a faint smile: "And do you think that a person like Edward Witwood will show mercy to the other party because of his identity or title, or even easily admit defeat - in that case, he would have died in that village where no one even knows his name, how could he still appear here?!"

Alan's expression was a little better...... Yes, this pesky creature has already defeated so many opponents - from Cortez of the Blood Banner Brotherhood to Dominic's mercenary regiments, hundreds of people who tried to kill him have not succeeded, and this time, it certainly won't be his last!

"Bell! bell!"

The flying light of the fire was mixed with the crisp sound of raindrops, and the two knights' swords collided with each other in mid-air, and the flying swords were simply dizzying. He could only see the shaking reflection and the afterimage that was connected together, flying sideways in mid-air, Ellert's eyes widened, and his wrist, which had already begun to ache, kept flying the blade up and down, and the long sword called "Earth Guard" on the handle seemed to be no longer a dead thing for three hundred years, as if it had a life, and it bloomed with dazzling light!

Edward's face still had a leisurely smile. The blade in his hand never stopped—his jaw, his throat, his heart, his tendons...... Every time the gray afterimage dances, it will never leave these vital points, forcing Ellert to be tired of coping, as if he will die on the spot if he has a slight negligence!

That's right, this Edward Witwood was going to kill himself from the beginning, and he didn't have any intention of keeping his hand at all! The numb Ellert gritted his teeth and kept moving rapidly in the dislocation of forward and backward, as if the two of them were dancing as this guy joked!

Little by little. Slowly, his whole body seemed to be caught in a strange and murderous dance music, and any wrong step would end up with blood splattering - even in front of him, just the edge of each sword would make him feel the fear of dying, and the armor on his body was as fragile as a dance dress.

"Your sword skills are truly unexpected. Edward said with a very abrupt smile, but the blade that had just fallen had already been raised high, and slashed at Eylert's shoulder with great ferocity: "Worthy of being the heir of the Miral family!"

"Bell-!" Ellert, who was startled, struggled to hold on to the gray blade that could only see the afterimage, and an inexplicable anger seemed to erupt from his chest: "Are you despising me?!"

"No, that's my heartfelt compliment. "In the firelight of the blade rubbing. Ellet saw that he was very sincere and saluted his chest, and the standard of his movements was exemplary. It's obviously a life-and-death duel, but he's still so careless - this is simply trying to humiliate me!

Backwards, forwards, slashes, dodges...... The smile on Edward's face became more and more intense, Ellet Millal's sword skills were indeed very powerful, not only the "Earth Guard" that was completely different from ordinary long swords, his sword skills were among the best even among the people he had seen, if it was more than a year ago, I am afraid it would have turned into a bitter battle.

But now Edward Witwood. He was trained by two chief knights at the headquarters of the Knights, survived the bloody battles in Turin and Fort Horn, and truly understood how to use his talent beyond ordinary people's intuition after being "reborn".

Disrupt your opponent's pace, then get caught up in your own "dance moves" and control the pace of the entire battle - this is from the chief knight Leonardo Gombray. The teachings of one of the finest knights in the entire kingdom, Edward always took to heart!

With a slight blow, Ehlert's "Earth Guard" almost flew out of his right hand, and the whole person staggered backwards, but the blade that left only a shadow was already close to his chest again!

I—I'm going to die here...... Cold, almost desperate, Ellert did not hear the exclamations of the people around him, only saw Edward's smiling face that seemed to be forever relaxed, and the blade that flashed in front of him and did not hurt half a hair at all.

I was spared and let go, like a ranger who is not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning......

"Ahhhhh!!!h

The piercing sound once again spread throughout the arena from the center of the two people, and the golden "Earth Guard" and the unpretentious "Bright Star" were tightly attached to each other horizontally and vertically, and both of them were constantly exerting force, and no one had the intention of letting go, and they were stalemate for a while.

"Don't try to snatch Alan Kwyn from me, you Mineste lackey!" the scarlet-eyed Ellert glared at Edward viciously, "I saw - Angelica's cobra must have told you a lot of things, right?!"

"I don't know what you're talking about, but you must have misunderstood. Edward smiled a little in dismay, "But please give up these useless delusions—both Alan and Fort Hague are mine." ”

"But what...... If you're going to fight against the Minesters, I'm more than happy to help. Edward whispered, "Because I have the same plan!"

As soon as the "bright star" in Allen's hand suddenly withdrew, the unprepared Ellert's whole person was immediately shaken, and before he could raise the blade of the sword again, a pitch-black afterimage had already hit him in the face, and blood gushed out directly from his mouth.

"The Radiant Cross is above-!"

"What the hell is going on?!"

In the alarm of the surrounding audience, Ellet Miral fell headlong into the pile of sand, and the sword in his hand had already flown out, gasping for breath with blood in his mouth.

"Edward ......" It was only after Alan in the stands was relieved that he had seen who had fallen to the ground - in any case it seemed that the duel was over, as long as Ehrett did not deliberately seek death, it was all over.

"Why don't you do it yet?" Falling to the ground, Ellert, who was held by the sword edge to his throat, still trembled and glared at Edward: "Kill me, coward, why are you scared now?!"

"Are you really willing to die—just like that?" Edward smirked, "The Kwyns and the Millals hate each other, and who will benefit—that's what you expect to see the Minest family mourn at your funeral and then cut me with a thousand knives and call you a fool behind your back?"

"What the hell are you trying to say?!"

"I've already said what I've said - I, like you, have a deep hatred for the Minests. Edward slowly withdrew the blade of his sword, leaned down and said in a voice that only two people could hear, "The south of the kingdom should not be held in the palm of their hands like rats, we must defeat them!" (To be continued......)