In the middle of the field, Tails calmed down a little, feeling the sins of the Hellriver flowing through his body again, which was becoming more and more active.

Since the end of his adventure in the desert, he has found that the Sins of the Prison River is more condensed and sufficient, and it can withstand the consumption for a longer time than the previous "Ten Seconds True Man".

And after the power of the end fades, the exhaustion and soreness it leaves on the body are correspondingly reduced.

Sure enough, Tails thought to himself:

What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.

Of course, it wasn't all without cost - since being badly injured by Nicollet, his left wrist was no longer as agile as it used to be, which somewhat affected his use of the shield.

And it would be even better if the Sins of the Hellriver was in operation and its temper was correspondingly better.

"Your Excellency, I am Gianluca Commutto. ”

Kong Muto is a short, sturdy man, with dark skin and a shy smile, and at first glance, he looks like a certain uncle Ben next door who has been hit by the wind and frost, but is still amiable, optimistic and strong.

Tails noticed that the other party subconsciously glanced in the direction of Marlors from time to time.

"I used to be the first-level security officer in charge of VIP protection in the Inner City Security Hall," facing Duke Xinghu, Kong Muto smiled so brightly that he was a little flattering:

"I was fortunate enough to pass the examination and selection and enter the royal guard. ”

"Now, I'm one of the new Guards in your personal guard. ”

Vigilant officer.

Tails took a deep breath:

Well, he's familiar with that.

Whether it is the green-skinned uncles in the West Ring District who have their nostrils facing the sky and are in cahoots with the Blood Vial Gang.

Or a stupid big guy who is not very bright, and once he loses his job, he will unfortunately go back to inherit the title and family property.

But before he could think deeply, the battle in the field had already begun!

Clang!

There was a muffled thud, and Tails' arm shield collided with Konmutto's blade!

Conmuto was not as humble as Piloga before him, and his ferocity in attacking was in stark contrast to the flattering smile on his face.

Tails moved his footsteps, his sword drawn, and exchanged several attacks and defenses with the opponent in the air.

Between the metal collisions, the Duke of Star Lake in the Senses of Hell found that Kongmuto's sword style was decent, neither so subtle that a few weapon exchanges were enough to counter his opponent like Piloga, nor was it as rough as the orcs to open up and never return.

The offensive and defensive advances and retreats between the two are actually equal for a while.

This surprised Tails.

But......

Clang!

Tails once again withstood the blow with his arm shield.

He gritted his teeth and steadied his footsteps, and the sin of the Prison River surged up with all his might, pushing the other party away without showing weakness.

But at that moment, Tails screamed in his heart:

Under him, he felt that the opponent's sword was light and fluttering, and he didn't have any difficulty at all.

Sure enough, I saw Konmuto lightly give way to the shield in front of Tails, and the sword turned on the shield.

In the next second, the sin of the Prison River exploded in his body again, bringing an indescribable trembling feeling.

But Tails only had time to turn around!

Clang!

Boom!

The crunch of metal clashing and the muffled sound of blunt flesh hitting came one after another!

"Oh......"

In the low uproar of the guards, Tails gritted his teeth and staggered back, falling to one knee with his shield on the ground.

The sharp pain and numbness in his shoulder told him:

The round is over.

As a former guard officer, Kong Muto, who is now a guard officer, nodded with a smile, withdrew his practice sword, and did not continue to attack.

It's the hilt of the sword.

Tails gasped in pain, desperately turning his aching shoulder socket and arm, telling himself.

At that moment, he used his shield to open Kong Muto's sword, but he did not block the opponent's hilt.

The cross gauntlet on his sword followed him like a shadow, taking advantage of the opportunity of his shield and arm pushing forward, and swirled heavily.

If it weren't for Tails' timely response, it would probably be a critical blow to the ribs under the middle arm.

Then he basically lay down.

But even so......

Tails took a deep breath.

His shoulder socket ......

Ah, it's so uncomfortable.

There are also moves to use the hilt of the sword to control the enemy in the swordsmanship of the Northland army, but most of them are in a stalemate between the two, and other means cannot be effective when the alternative attack is rare, and there are few such as Kong Mutuo, and all the foreshadowing is for this situation of the hilt.

On the sidelines of the training ground, Doyle blew his hair in the air and poked Glov.

"Oh, this trick from Ji'an...... I've seen it when I bullied newcomers in the Guardian Wing...... In short, he is not easy to deal with. ”

Glovo snorted.

The Guards crowd whispered, some let out a faint laugh.

Marhos, who was watching the game, turned his head sideways, thoughtfully.

Instead of pursuing, Conmmutto waited kindly for the Duke to regroup.

"I'm very sorry, Lord Duke," he said, smiling with his sword in hand.

"But I guess you don't want me to keep your hand either, do you? ”

Damn it.

Tails exhaled, feeling the sins of the River of Hells casing over his shoulders, relieving the numbness and excruciating pain.

His left arm is a little better.

"Ji'an worked hard in the Alert Hall," Marios's no longer unfamiliar voice sounded again:

"It's a lot of experience on the streets. ”

"Strictly speaking, his technique belongs to the emerging trend of practical combat in China in the past hundred years, and it is especially popular among the hired knights and the pioneer aristocracy, and is called 'New Wave'. ”

Tails turned his head, and sure enough, the watchman crossed his arms and looked like he was watching a good show.

"In recent decades, the 'new' knights have also learned a lot from domestic and foreign warfare, including mercenaries, and only seek to adapt the situation to victory, and to this end they are flexible, unconventional, and mixed. ”

Of course, New Wave is also often criticized by other genres: disordered, scattered, short-sighted, and unfocused. ”

The watchman smiled lightly:

"On the flip side, it's also the hardest to deal with – you never know what's down there. ”

Trendy?

Tails slowly relented and refocused his attention on Konmutto.

The other party still has that honest smile.

Mercenary?

Tails thought about it, and suddenly remembered someone.

Black sword.

The young man remembered that the other party was on the cliff in the sky of Longxiao City, defending, escaping, luring the enemy, seeking opportunities, and controlling the enemy......

I remembered the scene when he had all kinds of means, fighting against the Qi Demon Master without falling behind.

I even remembered that the other party "carried" (Tails has always wanted to find a nice transitive verb) himself, in the sea of blood in the shield area, rushed to the journey of the multi-headed monster Kilica.

While thinking about it, the sin of the prison river surged again, as if he was dissatisfied with the grievances of this round.

"Sir, you're overrated, I'm just a ......"

Commutto replied to Marlos with a smile.

But before he finished speaking, Tails' attack was in front of him again!

Clang!

Tails gritted his teeth and struck a sword that was expertly blocked by Kongmuto, and the opponent immediately pressed forward and stabbed with a sword.

The young man knew that the other party had many tricks, so he swung his sword in his hand to block, and stepped back smartly to prevent him from being hit again.

But the next moment, the senses of hell suddenly trembled, and the ominous feeling came again.

Sure enough, Tails felt a jolt in his leg.

He's out of balance!

Damn it.

The Sins of the River of Hell roared.

Without thinking much about it, Tails did his best, turned over, and rolled out of the battlefield in an embarrassed manner!

Boom!

Konmutto's knees slammed into the sand with a frightening muffled sound.

After this round, the guards let out a low uproar again.

But the boy avoided it.

Tails got up in shock and looked at Commutto, who was slightly surprised in his eyes.

Stumbling?

Tails was eager to ask if he had learned wrestling, or knew someone who also liked to stumble in close combat.

But......

Tails took a deep breath and straightened up.

After this round, he understood something.

Tails didn't recognize the other's finishing powers.

But he could feel that in the hellish senses, the moment before the two of them came into close contact, Konmutto's finishing power had already been circulated, gathered somewhere in his body, ready to attack.

For example, the wrist and the hilt of the sword, such as the waist and feet.

Combined with his little skills, it was launched in an instant, which caught people off guard.

And, and not just the end of it.

Tails gasped and looked at his opponent in front of him.

As Marhros put it......

Street skills, flexible style, informal, mixed with hundreds of schools?

The sins of the River of Hell are burning again, more vigorously than before.

He's going to ...... How to face such an opponent?

Tails took a deep breath and patted the dust off his body.

It's not that hard, is it?

At that moment, a figure from many years ago appeared in his memory.

The figure raised a golden-colored saber and pulled away from its stout form, using itself as a weapon.

That figure descended from the sky, fierce and tough, ignoring the various methods of the opponent and withstanding the countless resistance of the enemy.

The figure did not change his face, did not hesitate, broke through Rolf's blockade one after another, countered Waiya's killing moves, cut off Raphael's weapon, smashed Miranda's attack, and suppressed Cohen, who was fighting with all his might, to retreat again and again, without the power to fight back.

Finally came to Tails' eyes.

He was like a wild horse that was burning with flames, snatching the road and galloping.

Run riot.

Tough and ferocious.

Indomitable.

Break down all obstacles.

Tails closed his eyes.

The sin of the Prison River was self-taught, and he was about to imitate the ending power of that figure with his thoughts, but he was pressed down by Tails halfway.

No.

Tails is not Tulha, not a fiery knight.

The other party's finishing power may not have such a good effect on him—he can't support such a big consumption.

And Kong Muto is not the five people who were defeated in an instant.

But......

The next second, Tails opened his eyes.

The Sins of the River of Hell's River burned incessantly, making a crackling sound, as if a faint sneer.

Commutto kept smiling as he watched as His Excellency the Duke attacked again.

The surrounding guards watched the figures of the two approach again, but they were not very attentive, and some even yawned.

Clang!

Twin sword strikes.

Commutto smiled slightly, and used a twisted sword with the charm of Piloga's defensive counterattack, and launched a counterattack.

In the senses of hell, Commuto's finishing power is poised to strike.

Boom!

Tails' shield once again blocked Konmutto's blade.

This time, the opponent's sword suddenly trembled.

Tails immediately felt the weakness of the shield.

He also felt the shiver that the sins of the Prison River reminded him of.

Sure enough, I saw Konmuto smile, and his long sword skillfully bypassed Tails's shield and hit the young man's sword bearer!

But this time, Tails' mind was clear.

He suddenly understood.

How to fight.

It's the same thing he learned in the past few years, when he shuttled back and forth in different political whirlpools, struggling to survive in different desperate and dangerous situations.

It's not the strength that matters, it's not the weapons, it's not the tactical skills, it's not even the power of the finish.

It's people.

Person.

The other party's finishing power is the same as that of Kong Muto himself: he seems to be honest, but in fact he is sleek and shrewd, always thinking in advance of clever countermeasures, and only waiting for the time to come, step by step, and reap the results.

But......

The sins of the River of Hellland surged upwards and filled Tails' left arm!

In the next second, Kong Muto was surprised to find that the prince did not dodge or dodge, and used the most unfavorable posture to catch his sword.

I saw that Tails looked pained and couldn't bear it, and the long sword was taken off.

The guards let out a low exclamation, and some of the people who had some expectation for the prince shook their heads.

Well, that's tantamount to throwing in the towel.

Commutto thought pitifully.

He stepped back and avoided the Duke, who had lost his weapon.

He still has so many follow-up close skills, and he can't show them......

But forget it, plan to lose anyway......

But Konmutto's mind stopped at this moment.

Because in that second, he was surprised to see that Tails' shield had several straps attached to it, and it had slid smoothly.

Revealing a left arm that had been clenched into a fist.

And the Duke's eyes—Konmuto stared at the other man's face in agony in a daze—remained resolute.

Boom!

Another dull sound!

The boy's left fist hit Kong Muto's right rib hard!

The dynamics are amazing.

At that moment, Marhos, who was watching the battle, frowned.

Kong Muto only felt a numbness in half of his body, and his right arm was unconscious.

When he secretly said that something was wrong, in his field of vision, the duke's gritted teeth face became wider and wider.

Boom!

Kong Muto only felt a pain in his forehead, a burst of gold stars in front of him, and the whole person lost his balance.

Thump!

Both fell to the ground.

Two muffled thuds rang out—Tails' shield and Konmutto's sword both landed.

After a few seconds, everyone came to their senses.

Konmutto was already lying on the ground.

The former vigilante was startled and angry, struggling to get up, only to find that Tails was already sitting on top of him at some point.

"Gong ...... Your Excellency, Duke?"

The boy's left hand rested against his neck, and his right arm was dragged by the side of the downed sword, trembling slightly.

In the crowd that had already relaxed, there were bursts of suppressed exclamations again.

On the sidelines, Marlos pondered, turning back from time to time to say something to a member of the guard beside him.

"You've done a good job, Guard Officer, Gian Commutto. ”

Facing the embarrassed Commutto, Tails gasped and showed a feeble smile:

"It's just that I finally slackened and gave me a chance. ”

The detached young man stood up tremblingly and looked at the self-conscious Kongmuto:

"A little tip. ”

"Don't do that—especially if you're dealing with orcs. ”

Commutto reluctantly got up, did not dare to look at Marios, apologized incoherently, and hurried away.

Tails exhaled.

The sin of the River of Hell was still running in his veins, and the momentum was like a flood behind a dam, ready to pour down at any moment.

But Tails managed to hold back.

The boy staggered back and turned, gasping as he scooped up the water bag to quell the churning of the sins of the Hell River.

"Although Ji'an has released water, how can I say it......"

Doyle squinted at Konmuto's faceless back in front of everyone:

"In actual combat, Ji'an will lose his throat, but our prince will also lose his right hand. ”

D.D shook his head helplessly:

"This desperate move, and the previous approach to Piloga...... Sure enough, our prince has returned from the north. ”

However.

"Nope. ”

Gloover spoke coldly and replied simply:

"In actual combat, the prince will lose some saliva. ”

Doyle was stunned:

"What?"

"Saliva?"

Gloover looked at him with burning eyes:

"Then, Ji'an will be swarmed with us...... Crippled. ”

In the midst of everyone's discussions, the two were silent for a while.

"Well, you're ...... right"

Doyle blinked, then nodded awkwardly and answered:

"Is this so real?"

Glaoff ignored him and turned back.

"But I still can't see it," Doyle said, as he stared at Tails, puzzled:

"Does he really have the power to finish?"

But if he didn't...... And how?

In full view, Tails took a deep breath and put down the water bladder.

Feeling the emptiness and excitement that existed in his limbs at the same time after the sins of the Prison River had faded, he ignored everyone's chatter and looked at Marios, who was speechless.

"Is that enough?"

"Are you sure of my finishing powers?"

Tails said angrily:

"My dear head of the guard?"

All eyes were on Marlos.

The watchman consulted with the guards around him for a few words before looking at Tails.

"I think I've got some eyebrows, Your Highness," he narrowed, narrowing his eyes.

"But it can't be confirmed yet. ”

Tails let out a sigh.

Some eyebrows.

Can't confirm?

That is to say......

Sure enough, I saw Marlos nodding and commanding:

"Mike!"

"You're on. ”

As soon as these words came out, the guards exchanged suspicious glances back and forth.

Soon, a man in his thirties walked out of the guard, with a smooth face, soft eyebrows, neatly dressed, and meticulously groomed.

Tails sighed again, lamenting how time had passed so slowly.

Is this going to be a wheel war?

"Oh no, he's not calling the Guardian and Logistics wings anymore," Doyle's face changed, and he pointed to Marios to Glopover:

"This does not bode well. ”

Men in their thirties came to the center and saluted respectfully.

"Mike Zonevid, Your Highness," the Knight Zonevid, known as Mike, was soft and elegant, but his accent had the ruggedness that Tails was familiar with:

"Nine years ago, I officially joined the royal guard. ”

Tails nodded reluctantly.

Zonevid was concise and cautious in his words:

"By the way, I'm left-handed. ”

Zonevid untied the sword he was wearing on the reverse side and picked up a practice sword from the weapon rack:

"The attack will be more intense and ...... Out of the blue. ”

"You're careful. ”

Tails smiled limply and began to get dressed again.

"Wait, Zonevid, this surname ......"

Doyle on one side scratched his head:

"I seem to be a little impressed?"

Gloover silently replied beside him:

"'Kurizane'. ”

Black...... What the?

D.D looked confused.

Glafrom didn't look at him, but said silently:

"The executioner family of the Red King period was once among the Seven Servants of the Bright Star, and there were no less than three Earls of Efeng who died in their hands alone. ”

"Until the coronation of the virtuous king, in the rebellion trial, they were convicted one by one, liquidated and held accountable, and stripped of their titles and fiefs. ”

Doyle looked abruptly enlightened.

Glove's face is expressionless:

"But you should know better than I am. ”

Doyle frowned again:

"Why?"

Lovover slowly turned to Doyle:

"Because 'Black Zone, White Doe'. ”

Doyle was slightly stunned.

"'The Red King has two attendants, and the lonely widow cries day and night'. ”

Glovo said coldly:

"Two hundred years ago, your family was on par with them. ”

Danny Doyle blinked.

"Wow," D.D. turned back awkwardly and numbly:

"Yes, yes?"

Do you know this?

It's still chatting here, but Tails has already caught up with Zonevid's sword!

Like Kommutto, Zonevid was not polite at all and took the initiative to attack.

But this time, Tails' face changed from the opponent's first blow!

Zonevide is different from his two previous opponents.

Bell!

Three sharp sounds!

Zonevid's expression was calm, and the fast sword in his left hand fired in succession, threatening Tails's chest, calves, and arms in a row!

After three blocks, Tails was forced to take three steps back, surprising and struggling to resist his opponent's onslaught.

Compared to the older Piroga and the stocky Commutto, this well-groomed knight has a expressionless face, but his attack is simple and direct, without any fancy!

With a familiar feeling, Tails, who had no time to breathe, had not yet stood firm, and Zonevid's offensive was coming!

The Sin of the River roared unwillingly, rushing into Tails' arm, but it could only support his swift defense.

Clang!

Zonevid's expression was cold, but his sword grew swifter and sharper, and he was impartial and straight, the tip of his sword aimed at the areas where Tails had struggled and been unsteady in his last defense—his legs and wrists—and attacking continuously.

Worst of all, Tails rarely fought an enemy with a sword in his left hand, and in his opinion, each of Zonevid's attacks was angled, making him unexpected and difficult to defend.

It's still full of strength, which makes him have a hard time defending, so he can only retreat again and again to avoid the edge!

So much so that Tails' eighth defence was almost out of position, made in an awkward step-back step that was close to the limit.

Even so, Tails' arm was picked by the opponent's blunt sword, which had no edge, and it hurt a lot.

But before he could rest, Zonevid's next stab hit him where he had been hit!

Tyers gritted his teeth and urged—perhaps frustrated—the sin of Hellriver, to ...... again

Back off.

And every time he takes a step back, Zonevide will have a little more offensive advantage next time, making Tails' defense more thrilling every time!

Tails felt the tremors on his shield and sword and the numbness of his muscles, and the more he fought, the more frightened he became:

He was beaten passively all the way, and he didn't even have a chance to fight back.

This could not help but remind Tails of his years in Valhalla, where the Northlanders' attacks were so violent and swift that they didn't give him a chance to breathe.

And Zonevid's attack apparently shocked the Guards' spectators, many pointing fingers and talking about something.

Even Marlos nodded his head in the face.

"it," Doyle on one side widened his eyes:

"We still have such awesome people on our team?"

Even Croover was surprised:

"Either the opponent is too weak, or he is clumsy. ”

"When I was still in the Fuxing Palace, I never heard of such a person in the Pioneer Wing. ”

But compared to the audience's complacent and critical opinions, Tails is not in such a good mood.

He gritted his teeth and used his shield to resist Zonevid's full slash, and then he did whatever it took to invoke the Sin of the Prison River, and finally launched a counterattack.

Finally forced Zonevid to slow down his offensive.

But the opponent only stopped slightly, his face was not red and he was not panting, and then he attacked again, dragging the battle back to the previous rhythm.

Tails is going crazy!

At this moment, he was like a small boat floating in the stormy seas, barely pulling the sails to ensure that the boat did not capsize.

But the water at the bottom of the ship is getting deeper and deeper.

It's hard to see!

However, the opponent's finishing power is endless, and in the hellish senses, Tails can even see the opponent's skin glowing with starlight!

"Your Highness, you should be familiar with this style, right? ”

Soon, the familiar, but at this moment annoying sounded the voice.

When Marios's voice fell, perhaps because it was about himself, or out of respect for his superiors, Zonevid calmly withdrew his sword and stopped the attack.

Tails finally got a little respite, and he gasped for breath as he put his shield and sword on the ground, and the sins of the Hellriver surged up to relieve the aches and minor injuries of the battle.

Marlos spoke slowly, nodding to the flag bearer Fubi beside him:

Although he was born in the center of the collar, Mike had a ruthless stepmother, and he was raised by poor relatives in the north since he was a child, and he was accompanied by a northern knight as an attendant. ”

As the words fell, the eyes of many members of the guard turned to Zonevid.

"Sir, you actually ......" Mike Zonevid smiled reluctantly:

"Don't mention the stepmother's stubble. ”

Marlos smiled apologetically, then looked at Tails, and said:

"Since the founding of the Stars, the martial arts of the northern school have spread among the knights of the northern realm and the cliffs, who have absorbed many years of experience in fighting the Exeters, and have become a family of their own. ”

Tails gasped in pain and shook his head at Marlos to show that he was heard.

"It not only has the advantage of attacking and advocating suppression like the northern Yankees, but also retains the traditional knightly skills of Xingchen, and strives to achieve the integration of offense and defense, balance and complementarity, especially the offensive and defensive conversion and will decision at critical moments. ”

There was pleasure in Marios's tone:

"Therefore, the knights of the 'northern faction' in the kingdom are also called the 'offensive and defensive faction', they attack fiercely and quickly, but the transition is smooth, attacking and defending, and defending and attacking. ”

"Against the enemy, a little careless......"

"It's a complete defeat, and it's all lost. ”

Northerners?

Offensive and defensive?

The offensive was fierce and fast-paced......

Defend in attack, defend in the middle with attack......

Tails' breathing was a little smoother, and he looked up suspiciously, looking at Zonevid, who was not breathing and was at ease.

The other man nodded respectfully at him.

"As for the typical representatives among them......"

Marlos folded his arms with ease and uttered a nickname that made many people silent and pondering:

"I'm sure you've heard of 'Kingdom Wrath'?"

Tails paused slightly.

Kingdom Fury?

Years ago, the scene of the breakout under the Broken Dragon Fortress flashed back in his mind.

Against the enemy, a little careless......

A complete defeat, a full game loss......

The prince took a deep breath.

Hehe.

Tails curled the corners of his mouth.

I've never heard of it.

But......

Wait a minute.

Tails squinted his eyes as he looked at Zonevid in front of him.

No, it's not just Kingdom Fury.

It's not just him.

Several different figures appeared in front of his eyes.

It's the dungeon, the little Barney who has the strength to fight for his life, and the Brie who has lost the ability to speak and is rampage like a big bear.

It's them.

The knight of the "northern faction", right?

Tails finally breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.

"Let's see, Your Highness," said Marlos, smiling slightly:

"For the past six years, you have faced the Exeter-style martial arts ......"

There was a gleam in Marios's eyes, which shot straight into Tails' sweaty face:

"How did you deal with it?"

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