"Your Excellency, you are sure you don't need to take a break...... I mean, you might be able to add a new shield ......"

Piloga hesitated.

In front of him, there was Tails, who had just stood up in embarrassment, covered in dust, covered in sand, and carrying a lot of torn and dirty clothes.

"No, but thank you, Officer Piloga. ”

Tails took a deep breath and turned his wrist, feeling the balance of his sword as he practiced.

"Your attitude is much better than that of Exeter's leaders, and of course, much better than some of the stars. ”

Piloga smiled reluctantly.

Around the training ground, the regrouped royal guards were a little impatient than before, but Marios's silence kept them all quiet and did not disagree.

The pressure is back on the field.

Tails clenched his left fist.

Abandoning the shield made the left arm a lot easier, but the numbness and pain of the previous blow was so real that it was unforgettable.

The round just now......

What happened?

Tails' face sank.

He remembered that his offense was like a thunderbolt, and neither his strength nor his speed was weak.

However......

Tails stepped aside, moving around Piloga.

The sins of the River of Hell roared through him again, one after the other, one after the other, longing for a second assault.

But this time......

The frustration gave Tails an increasingly fiery illusion......

It's like a mad beast that wants to tear the throat of its enemies, no matter how badly wounded.

But Tails held them down.

It's like an animal tamer pulling a tight chain.

As he moved, Piloga also methodically shifted and turned, always keeping the enemy in the face.

Tails was in no hurry to attack.

He was thinking.

Just now, his sword encountered the opponent's sword.

Twin swords staggered in the air.

But Piloga didn't stop him.

A little further on, Tails will be able to hit his opponent.

And then.

Tails pondered.

Then, in that moment of lightning, victory and defeat were decided.

The blade of Piloga's sword began to turn.

Full of the other party's condensed, tenacious and thick ...... The Power of the End.

And then ......

Tails looked nervous.

He slowed down, recalling the scene in the burning Sin of the River of Hell.

Wringing the sword.

He and Piloga, in that second, their swords twisted together.

wrenching each other in the air.

He remembered that in the second they approached, Piloga's wrist drew a strange arc, round and long.

Tails' sword was off track.

And the sword of Piloga......

Tails gritted his teeth.

After that, the boy who was too fast to recover could only abandon his sword in embarrassment, parry, and ......

His left arm, where it had been hit, began to ache faintly.

Tails no longer recalls.

This time, he didn't pace any further.

In the eyes of the royal guards, the prince stepped forward!

As the sins of the Prison River surged up his right arm, he stabbed his sword again!

Clang!

With a crackle of metal, Piloga calmly latched on to Tails' sword!

And then......

Tails' eyes twitched!

He saw—and felt it in his hand—the blade of Piloga's sword moving again.

Along with it, there is also the other's finishing power.

The teenager did not hesitate.

Tails paused, and the already not very full strength on the sword was retracted in time, and he quickly retreated!

Clang!

Another crunch.

With the dexterity of abandoning his shield, he was able to take two steps back with a slight embarrassment as he pushed off Piloga's counterattack.

Tails gasped violently, looking at Piloga, who was still unharmed, in disbelief.

The sin of the Prison River, which could not be attacked, roared unwillingly in him.

At the end of the round, the royal guards were talking again.

"Oh, another futile blow," said Doyle, with a look of bitterness and unbearability, and snorted:

"If you want me to say, Marios doesn't like him anymore, it's a bit too much, ...... in front of so many people"

But Coloover interrupted him:

"No, that's not. ”

Doyle was puzzled for a moment:

"What's not?"

At that moment, a familiar voice rang out through the crowd, quieting the guards once again.

"For 600 years, the East China Sea and the southern shore have passed down their unique fighting skills, inheriting the southern knights and church knights of the imperial era. ”

The voice is calm and indifferent.

They couldn't be more familiar.

Tails calmed his breath and turned his head in surprise.

I saw that the culprit who had caused him to fall into such a predicament, the watchman Tormond Marios, was standing with his arms folded in his hands:

"Many families still train newcomers with the inheritance habit of 'knight-squire', with a strong local or even personal color. ”

"Compared with the martial arts of other places in the country, this genre is more classical and elegant, with a self-contained sword style and exquisite techniques. ”

Piloga pursed the corners of his mouth, turning to the chief as well.

Marhros said nonchalantly:

"So in the kingdom, these people, represented by the knights of the southeast, are also called the 'Skill Strike School'. ”

Striker?

Questions flooded Tails' mind.

Marlos paused, then sighed slowly.

Of course, for many reasons, the once famous technical striker ......

It has gradually declined, and it is not as good as before.

Maybe it will eventually fade away and become invisible.

It's like a myriad of genres that have flashed through history.

Marlos looked up.

"What, what's the fuss?"

Marhros reminded the two of them indifferently, as if he had just been talking in his sleep:

"Keep fighting. ”

Tails took a deep breath and pondered Marios' words as he looked back at his opponent.

And the logistics officer Piloga stood with his sword in his hand, and smiled wryly at him.

Tails didn't think much about it.

In the next second, he first left and then right, took a false step, and slashed out a sword again!

Clang!

This time, Pigiga also moved his feet, changed distance, and parried Tails' attack.

Hit it.

Tails' face was slightly gloomy.

But it still hasn't been split.

The sin of the steaming river of hell went back and forth within him, and he could only roar wildly in vain.

It's like an orc facing a cavalryman.

Empty and useless.

Tyres, who was not attacking well, withstood his opponent and gritted his teeth to insist.

But Marios's words reached his ears at this time, and he couldn't help but be distracted:

"Piloga's ancestors came from a respected traditional knight family in the East China Sea, and it can be said that he was deeply influenced by the Martial Arts School. ”

In an instant, the wrestling with Piloga was over: the strength of the opponent's sword changed!

Tails was taken aback.

Clang!

Pilloga's blade and Tails' weapon strike twice!

The two swords parted at the touch of a button, leaving only the shiver of metal.

"You can see that he has a way to choose his position and move before the sword, including how to choose the strength and weakness of the sword body when fighting the sword. ”

Marios's voice buzzed, like the voice-over of a dream past life, a live TV broadcast.

"It makes you very uncomfortable. ”

Position Selection and Movement ......

Choose a strong and weak sword body......

Tails trembled slightly, but he couldn't help but think about the situation in front of him, so he could only take advantage of the situation.

Clang!

The weapons of the two men exchanged fire for the third time.

Marios's voice follows you:

"And when it's a stalemate, Piloga is the best at listening and anticipating......"

Fighting, holding each other.

Listen to the strength and ...... Prognosis.

After hearing this, Tails suddenly felt bad!

Sure enough, in just the next second, Piloga's sword appeared just right, in the place where he had the most time to care!

“...... He is a master of defensive counterattacks. ”

At that moment, the hairy Tails was desperate to rise up for all the sins of the prison river in his body!

Clang!

He narrowly and dangerously lifted the blade of Piloga's sword straight to his neck, landed on his right shoulder, and rolled out in embarrassment.

Off the field, Marlos smiled slightly:

"It's like this. ”

After this round of fighting, the chatter of the royal guards sounded again.

Tails wiped the sweat from his forehead and felt the numbness of his body from the overload.

He struggled to his feet, covered in dust.

But this time, instead of rushing to the apologetic Piloga, he turned to Marlos on the sidelines in confusion.

"If you think that if you take the Northerners' tough attack and bring it over, it will also work for him," Marus glared at Tails:

"Then you'd better think twice. ”

"Your Highness. ”

Tails gasped, lost in thought.

"Sir, we all know that you have traveled from south to north and have seen a lot," Leo Piloga flicked his sword and said helplessly, "but it's almost there." ”

"I'm still eating on this. ”

Marlos smiled, but said nothing.

But Tails understood something.

Pick a position, listen hard, and predict.

Sounds like ......

Tails' heart moved.

A name came to mind.

Miranda Aarend.

What Waiya said, her finishing power......

Her...... Pegasus Movement.

Looking at the somewhat embarrassed opponent in front of him, Tails understood.

In the first round, he fell to an absolute disadvantage, and that was not that Pilloga was too strong.

But......

Tails clenched his fists.

It's that he didn't choose the right strategy.

Falls into what Piloga does best.

Defend and counterattack.

"Think of a way, Your Highness," said Marlos, scratching his chin and looking bored:

"Any way. ”

"The enemy is right in front of you. ”

All right.

Tails soothed his numb body and adjusted his state.

He looked back at Piloga.

Tails' expression became serious.

The prince's attack came in the next moment.

Clang!

Piloga struck Tails' sword slash again, but as he prepared to fight back, he was a little confused.

This time, the strength of the Duke of Star Lake ......

Very small.

Swish!

The sword wind blew, and Tails took a step back, avoiding the opponent's counterattack.

The two separated again.

Leo Piloga.

Tails thought calmly.

The ancestor is a knight of the East China Sea Territory, a technical attack faction, and a defensive counterattack.

His brain began to spin, pondering the other party's strengths and his own strategy.

Through contact with his opponent, Piloga listened and predicted in a split second.

It's not just about defending, it's about finding the right time to shoot.

The more fierce the opponent's attack, the greater the strength and the more exposure will be......

The sharper his counterattack became.

To put it this way......

The sword I had used all my might to fight before had all helped......

The opponent's counterattack.

Tails was reluctant for a while.

Wait a minute.

Listening, predicting?

Nicolais's face flashed through his mind.

Flashed the instantaneous trajectory and strength of the blade in the Meteorite's hand.

Tails understood.

If he faced the dead man's face, then Piloga would not have a chance at all.

Because it was impossible for him to predict the strange skills of the Meteorite just by touching the weapon.

So.

Tails clenched the hilt of his sword.

A twist of fate, right?

As his mind moved, the sins of the Hellriver surged up like life, wanting to turn into the silver power of thousands of tiny needles, as he had done countless times in the past.

It allows the owner to make incredible changes in an instant.

Tails took a deep breath.

At most, I found an excuse to tell them that I had inherited the end of the dead face......

But.

【Sins of the River of Hell...... There are so many ways...... You chose the stupidest, least efficient, most troublesome, and most boring of them all......]

[This is your finishing power, and it is you now: forced forward, dragged forward, without a goal, without direction, swaying from side to side, drifting with the flow, and even ......]

[There is no ego. 】

Tails was in a trance.

He looked up and looked at Piloga, who was smiling shyly and waiting for the prince to make a move.

[More importantly, when you rely on imitation but ignore these, it is equivalent to the power of the end that you have condensed with your life to others, and you lack the most basic things for each of your imitation objects, for each of your rivals, and even for yourself......]

[Respect. 】

Richie.

That damn devilman.

Tails frowned fiercely.

The next moment, the sins of the Prison River subsided like a tide, leaving only a little residual strength of Yixingshan, as if there was still a trace of nostalgia.

It's like a lover who comes in a hurry and returns disappointed.

No.

This is not a martial arts class.

This is not a simple examination of the power of the end.

Rather, it is more thorough, purer ......

Fight.

Feeling the gaze of others, Tails bit his lip and closed his eyes.

No.

If he still had to rely on Nicola's strength to survive......

If he can't even get past the level in front of him......

Remember, it's about yourself, not how strong your opponents are. 】

[It's about the gain geometry, not how much it imitates.] 】

No.

If he really wants to get through this hurdle, he really wants to get out of this paranoic situation.

Tails lowered his head. Sigh slowly in your heart.

Damn it, Ricky.

I don't care about you.

In the distance, Marios, who had been observing Tails, had his pupils moving slightly.

After a few seconds, Tails looked up.

But, yes.

If you don't dare to try it now......

How long will he have to wait?

The next time your life is in danger?

At that moment, Tails left all superfluous concerns behind: hiding strength, concealing the sins of the Prison River, reviving the palace, the eyes of the royal guards......

At the very least, for now, he's going to try to be a pure warrior.

There are no distractions in the heart.

[The infinite advantages of the Sins of the Prison River do not allow you to become all opponents in a real way. 】

[but so that you can ...... calmly and fearlessly]

[Face all opponents.] 】

The sins of the River of Hellfire are burning again, but they are much more docile than the last time.

I don't know if it's too much consumption or too much failure.

It was as if the crazy beast had turned into a calm hound, secretly licking its wounds in the corner, only to catch a glimpse of the cold light from time to time.

Facing the enemy outside the cage, he shows his evil teeth.

[This is the real ......]

[The power of the universal termination. 】

Tails opened his eyes slightly.

Instead of surging through his body as before, the sins of the River of Hell focused his eyes and ears and filled his senses.

At that moment, the boy entered a state that he was not a stranger to:

Hell senses.

Tails' eyes began to drift, as if he had lost focus.

But only he knows.

At that moment, the world in front of me became distinctly colored.

He could see it. The finishing power in Piloga's body was thick and condensed, slowly moving around his arm and center of gravity.

Tails suddenly found himself using the infernal senses countless times and methods......

It's all a little ...... Chicken.

Either imitate power, or find your way with night vision, eavesdrop through a wall, or ...... Hell in the day.

But.

The timing of the hellish senses should really be exploited......

Outside the field, Marhros, who was watching the game, had a frozen expression.

As if slowing down, Tails inhaled slowly.

He struck suddenly!

At that moment, it was as if someone had beaten the drums of war, and the still picture moved along with the sound of the explosion!

The sins of the River of Hellland are once again raging.

The sword wind slashed, breaking through the air.

Clang!

With the sword in both hands, Tails slashed down vigorously, hitting the long sword in front of Piloga!

The experienced Piloga did not change color from the sudden blow of the sword.

I saw that he was not in a hurry, calmly responded, and used his footsteps and movements to perfectly block the blow.

And then......

Open!

Tails' heart pounded!

In the senses of hell, the color of Piloga's figure changes back and forth.

Converge into a clear line.

A shuddering sensation exploded from Tails' neck and spread throughout his body.

[The meaning of imitation is to understand. 】

[Understand your opponents.] 】

In a few tenths of a second, the sins of the Prison River surged up in an orderly manner!

Arm.

Right.

Tyres, whose eyes were misty, raised his sword smoothly and retreated!

Clang!

At that moment, he was able to open a blow from Piloga.

The royal guards watching the battle whispered an uproar.

"Strange," Doyle puzzled, "his movements...... It seems to be fast, and it seems to be slow?"

"No, it's not action......" Glovo said coldly.

Doyle was somewhat dissatisfied:

"Why do you like to refute me today......"

In the crowd, Marles remained silent.

Tails pulled two steps away and saw the color on Piloga's body return to normal.

The sins of the River of Hell are coming back like a receding tide.

The hilt of the sword in his hand was still trembling slightly.

The efficacy of the senses of hell is still magical.

At the same time, they gave him new information.

Tails took a deep breath and yes.

He really felt the heavy finishing power in the other party's body, as well as its direction, shape, and habits.

Seemingly quiet and harmless.

Can be stimulated...... Immediately infuse Piloga's hands, automatically surging to the weakest point of the enemy.

Deliver a fatal stab.

That's amazing.

At that moment, the sin of the Prison River exploded in Tails' body.

It's like dissatisfaction, and it's like a sneer.

They begin to amplify Tails' body again, supporting the consumption of the senses of hell.

Tails didn't care about it, but he realized it in his heart.

The power of Piloga, that's ...... Melting of glaciers?

No, more than that.

It really seems like ...... As Wyay said, Pegasus movements?

Or something in between.

Even, there are some shadows of the Chaos Thousand Army.

Tails began to appreciate what more than one person had told him:

In different people, even the same finishing power will have different characteristics.

That's because......

Because the power of the end is the warrior himself.

The battle was not over, and reading Ricky's words, Tails raised his sword again.

A swordsman who tends to defend and counterattack, and has the finishing power to listen to and predict.

And then what?

Observation, Tails, observation.

Think again.

Clang!

Another round, one exchange.

Tails slashed lightly to the side, in exchange for Piloga's spinning blade and stabbing the prince to the backhand.

The boy deftly dodged.

But this time, Tails felt it.

Some hazy, but crucial clues.

Skill.

In the senses of hell, the confused Tails thought expressionlessly.

It's tricks.

Piloga.

His opponent was too passive, too reliant on defense, too reliant on these counter-attacking techniques.

He is too dependent and too concerned...... The enemy's actions have been.

Tails was confused in his eyes, but his heart was clear, and he asked himself: Like his former self, he only has the enemy's moves in his eyes, and only how to imitate the enemy's advantages?

So.

Tails closed his eyes slightly.

The senses of hell slowly faded.

When Tails opened his eyes again, his eyes were clear.

The power of the end is the warrior himself.

He remembered Marios's words as if he didn't understand:

However, the battle itself ......

...... But it's much more than the power of the end.

In a trance, Tails swung a sword straight at the opponent's waist.

With a subtle stroke, the two swords were divided again and again.

He struck another brilliant counter-attack, right at the door that Tails had no time to care about.

But Tails was prepared and left room for the attack.

As a result, the Sins of the Hellriver poured into Tails' waist with ease, supporting him to lean back tactically and sideways to dodge the sword.

Piloga frowned:

After two or three rounds, he suddenly realized that the prince's attacks were mostly tentative, and his counterattacks were no longer so effective.

The moment of dodging, Tails's heart brightened.

It was as if the fog had lifted and the hazy vision became clear.

So, Piloga.

He relinquished the initiative in the battle and relinquished control.

In exchange for the enemy's chance to show his flaws.

And in the battle between life and death, giving up control means ......

Tails returned to his position, sword in both hands, and sank his weight.

The Sin of the River climbed excitedly up his arms and waist.

Start roaring violently!

Like a lone wolf climbing to the top, facing the infinite mountains and the cold moon, howling loudly.

In the next second, Tails no longer held back and galloped out!

Clang!

The swords of the two of them are fighting again!

Piloga's eyes froze.

This time, he finally ushered in the prince's unreserved attack.

This is...... A chance to win.

End this battle that has embarrassed him inexplicably.

Piloga's finishing power solidifies, and his wrist and arm move at the same time!

The two swords intertwined together, making a metallic groan.

Wringing the sword.

Piloga calmly turned his sword, judging his opponent's reality for a few tenths of a second.

And then......

Sensing the strength of the other party, Piloga's finishing power was like hearing an order, and it was about to explode!

It's like the countless times when I was young.

Block.

Judgment.

The final blow.

Piloga thought calmly.

He kept moving in his hands, and the blade of the sword went straight out smoothly, attacking the most defenseless part of the prince at the moment because the offensive was too strong.

Boom.

There was a muffled sound.

At this moment, Tails only felt a pain in his leg!

At that moment, he couldn't support it anymore, and his left leg went limp.

Boom!

Another muffled sound, much louder than before.

Eventually, Tails landed on his left knee and fell to his knees in agony.

He gasped violently, enduring the soreness and numbness.

The round is over.

There was silence on the training ground.

Looking at the prince kneeling in front of him, the corners of Piloga's mouth curled.

As expected.

His sword struck the prince in the left leg.

At that moment, the logistics officer thought with ease:

By the way, it can't be too much, and there must be leeway, so that the prince will not lose too ugly, and the chief will feel that he is not perfunctory......

Because he offended too many people when he was young, after being injured, his future became extremely difficult.

But the boy in the family has reached the age of marriage again.

But he couldn't help it.

At the age of almost fifty, he must squeeze out a smile and be humble, bowing his head to these noble boys who are in their twenties, or even more than ten years old, but whose status is countless times higher than himself.

In order to......

Well?

Piloga's face changed.

He felt something.

How......

The logistics officer took a deep breath.

He lowered his head slowly.

Seeing it clearly, Piloga's pupils trembled!

I don't know when Tails' sword has gone from bottom to top.

Firmly resisted the ......

Piloga's chest.

The hilt of the sword was in the hands of Tails, who was kneeling on one knee.

It's just that...... There is no force.

Piloga froze.

The winner is decided.

"Wow......"

At this moment, as if the tide was crashing on the shore, the uproar of the royal guards instantly sounded, invading this side of the world!

"I'm ......"

Doyle watched this scene in amazement, and wanted to say something, but he didn't know why, so he could only open and close his mouth back and forth.

Croover's brow slowly relaxed.

In the middle of the field, Tails, who was kneeling on the ground, lowered his head, still panting violently, and his arms trembled.

Surprise, excitement, strangeness, doubt, confusion, countless emotions breed in people's hearts.

Of all the many pairs of eyes, Marios's eyes are the sharpest and the most complex.

He stared motionlessly at Tails' sword.

It's as if the deepest secrets are hidden there.

Tails shuddered.

No one knew that at this moment, he was trying his best to suppress the inexplicable excitement and rage in his body.

suppressed the thought of continuing to stab this sword.

Piloga calmed down and withdrew his expression of disbelief.

He looked at the prince trembling beneath him with a complicated expression.

This is......

Deliberately attacked, but predicted my ...... Counterattack?

Then sacrifice the left leg......

In exchange for ......

Piloga looked at the sword in his chest and abdomen with a gloomy face.

After a few seconds, the logistics officer let out a sigh.

"You have won, Lord Duke. ”

"You've been clever and have dealt with it properly," Piloga said with a bitter smile, throwing down his practice sword and conceding defeat:

"I'm not an opponent. ”

The royal guards were even more talkative.

"Let the old skin go out of the water, to the boy," Doyle whispered to the man beside him, puzzled:

"One moment I him, and the next moment I was by him, and the knight didn't dare to write like that......"

"Shut up," said Glove, who seemed to be unable to hold back at last, said coldly:

"Do you think that combat is to do arithmetic, to compare sizes, as long as you know addition and subtraction?"

Doyle choked and threw a smuffy look at Glove.

There are many more such conversations.

But Marlors just looked at the two men in the field and didn't say a word.

Tails gasped a few more times, trying to stabilize his body.

He staggered back his sword and stood up.

Piloga bowed and turned to get ready to leave.

But Tails stopped him.

"No, Leo Piloga," the prince smiled, slightly embarrassed, and a sweaty smile emanated from his face:

"I know, you let me. ”

Tails also threw down his sword and gently stretched out his right hand.

"You've taught me a lot. ”

"Thank you. ”

Piloga was stunned for a second, then smiled reservedly.

He hesitated, but finally shook the prince's hand, just with a touch.

Tails nodded:

"I'm honored to have you in my guard. ”

The logistics officer was expressionless, but he took two steps back, pressed his hand to his left chest, and bowed.

but bowed more than the first......

Respectfully.

"I knew that the water would be released," Doyle showed an admiring look on the sidelines:

"Tut-tut, this veteran oil. ”

"That...... Really sensible. ”

Grove glanced at him, but said nothing.

The guards were still talking to each other, but the way they looked at the prince gradually changed.

Tails picked up the water bag and began to drink water to replenish it, but looked up at Marios as he drank it.

Throw him an unkind look.

Marlos also looked back at him faintly, with uncertain emotions in his eyes.

"Piloga?"

Marhos didn't turn his head, and his tone was inquiring.

"I beg your pardon, sir," Pigaga's tone was a little tired, and a little helpless:

"I'm old, and Lord Duke ......"

The logistics officer glanced at Tails, and his eyes were complicated:

"Very nice. ”

Marlos was silent for a few seconds.

But his expression was not as calm and indifferent as before.

"Alright. ”

A few seconds later, Marios's slightly somber voice rang out, silencing the louder chatter of the royal guards.

The watchman stepped forward, looking as if he had been stained with sweat, dust, and wounds into a rotten oil painting, and was cleaning up his embarrassed prince:

"Are you ready for the next opponent? ”

What the.

Tails stopped drinking water.

Duke Xinghu put down the water bag and asked in surprise:

"Coming back?"

"Isn't one game enough?"

The two dozen or so royal guards around looked at each other.

Marlos smiled.

"We haven't done the assessment yet. ”

"And it's still early, and the martial arts class is only ...... You just got into each other, did you have two minutes?"

Tails paused.

Just...... How many minutes?

Marios's smile was even better, but in Tails' eyes, it was extremely hateful:

"Of course, we can understand that you may have a hard time, after all, everyone is different......"

"So, you can choose to give up, Your Highness. ”

Marios's voice sank, and his eyes flashed with an unknowable light:

"As your humble servant, no one dares to do it, and you have no right to stop you from giving it up—that's your right. ”

Marlos shrugged:

"Well, then, we all know you......"

"The prince of two minutes?"

Tails was stunned again.

Miscellaneous......

What is the prince?

Marlos smiled and didn't answer.

After a few seconds, Tails took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly.

"If you're trying to offend me, Tormond Marios," Duke Starlake said with a hint of anger:

"You did it. ”

But.

"I am honoured, Your Highness," said Marlos, unimpressed, "that I have done my duty." ”

"So you've decided you want to rest?"

"I'm sure everyone, including Your Majesty, will understand. ”

He glanced sarcastically at the royal guards around him:

"After all, you've experienced a full two-minute ...... in martial arts class, including wonderful, hardship, survival in adversity, and turning defeat into victory."

"A world-class epic duel. ”

At that moment, Tails, who was staring at Marlos with unkind eyes, twitched slightly.

Two minutes......

Two-minute ...... What duel?

Tails' expression stiffened.

Marlors smiled.

At that moment, the training ground was silent.

The royal guards were silent, chilling.

Everyone looked at Tails and Marlos in fear.

The atmosphere did not dare to take a breath.

A few seconds later.

"Come on. ”

Tails suppressed his discomfort and closed his eyes.

Marlos raised an eyebrow.

Tails opened his eyes suddenly, and his tone was not good:

"What a daze, come on!"

He urged through gritted teeth.

Isn't that ......

Isn't it just a beating!

I'm used to it!

Tails roared with tears in his heart.

Marlos smiled happily again.

He didn't turn around either, but called out a name.

"Ji'an. ”

"Yes, that's you, Gian Commutto. ”

The royal guards dispersed, relinquishing a stocky-looking man out of the crowd.

The man was stunned and blinked inexplicably, obviously unprepared.

The colleagues around him looked at him sympathetically.

It's like Konmuto has just won the lottery to clean the toilet.

"Listen, Ji'an, you might as well be bold and aggressive. ”

The watchman's words continued.

Tails was stunned.

Bold and intense?

What does this mean?

The assigned Konmuto also looked confused.

Marlos looked back at Tails and became serious.

"It's different from Piloga's temptation. ”

"This time, we are going to test the interesting ...... in His Highness's body."

A few chills suddenly flashed in his eyes:

"The power of the end. ”