Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 224 The Tenth Battle

Corn covered his stomach and knelt in front of Cyril—not because he wanted to kneel, but because the abdominal pain from his brain made him have to bend his upper body like this, and the position of his knees was even more like a crack. The pain made me have to kneel down.

The face under the mask has been smeared with snot and tears due to pain, but there is more fear in the eyes——

Who knows why his opponent can knock him to the ground with a staff, even the host's voice is stuttering at this time, not knowing what to say:

"Uh, it seems that our Tianhuo may really be... a mage? From a certain point of view, his magic staff is really good, it can knock over corn... Maybe he used the 'wind and magnetic storm to kill you'? Hehe, hehe..."

His embarrassing joke didn't resonate with the audience, and everyone's eyes were on the messy mask—

sky fire.

Perhaps, he can achieve ten consecutive victories?

And Cyril, who has attracted much attention, is already feeling quite bored at this time, and throwing him here is a bit of a dimensionality reduction blow - there is actually not much difference between giving him a staff and a spear, and he hopes to give him more. He has a big sword, let him practice the swordsmanship he learned from the discipline knight.

The next third game, fourth game, fifth game...

Continuous victories, dominance performance, taking down opponents in just a few rounds of contact in each game, no matter what weapon is familiar with it-it's hard to imagine that such a seemingly pure and passionate "boy" in frontal battles, When he got a weapon like a short crossbow, he was able to find an extremely insidious position, shoot crossbow bolts from the gaps in the rocks, and shoot his opponent "rhinoceros" who was carrying a giant axe.

The host wiped the sweat from his forehead. The fighting skills used by "Skyfire" have exceeded the scope of his words. He even wondered whether "Skyfire" was sent by the superiors to supervise whether he had a good deathmatch here. In the field, the generals were directly sent here from the top legion.

In the blink of an eye, Cyril has won nine consecutive victories——

He had no idea how much interference his presence had caused to the box above. Originally, the two legion commanders had planned to recruit two or three good candidates, but at this time their eyes were completely attracted to him, and even the winning streak in the ring next door The very good gladiators who were beaten in five rounds failed to remember their names.

"Your Excellency, look..." Robin turned his head and looked at the Duke who was obviously drunk.The final decision has to pass the Duke's level, which is really something that makes him very unhappy——

However, the funds for the southern restraint plan were provided by the nobles of the royal capital. Even if he was upset, he could only bear it.

And Duke Daniel half-closed his eyes, and seemed to have been dozing off for a long time, and then he glanced at him lazily: "What can these things explain?"

"Ah?" Robin was taken aback, and Tang En beside him shouted loudly: "This is His Majesty's intention. Are you planning to fight His Majesty?"

"No, no, no, I think you misunderstood, dear South Island Corps 'Deputy' Corps Commander." Daniel walked slowly to the window, he reached out and knocked on the window - he bit the word "deputy" very hard Heavy, this let Tang Enming know that the head of the army is his elder brother, but he still felt uncomfortable.

"Then what does His Excellency Duke mean?" Tang En sneered.

"I'm thinking, maybe...the deputy army commander should personally test the quality of the seedlings you fancy?"

Everyone in the room was stunned.

Duke Daniel squinted his eyes and smiled like an old fox.Both the chief and the deputy army chief had pale faces. After a while, Tang En gritted his teeth tightly and squeezed out a few words:
"Okay, I'll go—"

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The next game has already started on the second venue, and Cyril waited for a long time, but he didn't see the host calling his opponent to the stage again.

"Could it be that the race party intends to renege on the debt and not give me the badge?"

He was wondering in his heart when he suddenly saw a figure rushing up the stage surrounded by people and coming in front of him.The man had a cheap mask on his face, and the cloak on his body didn't seem to fit very well, as if it had been ripped off from someone else.

"Okay, okay, our No. [-] challenger, Jianwu, is late, but it's not too late, the competition will start immediately! Let's see if Tianhuo can take it away tonight. Gladiator's Medal!"

The mysterious spell was activated again, just a flash of light and shadow, and the brand new venue has been constructed——

Cyril opened his eyes and looked forward, but the goal he entered was the same ring as before, the only difference was that there were no surrounding audience——

Ring scene?

He thought to himself, but saw that his opponent had already bent down and grabbed a knight sword.He lowered his head, there was no hindrance in the arena, and he saw the weapon lying under his feet at a glance.

It is also a knight sword.

Knight sword vs. knight sword, pure swordsmanship competition?
Cyril couldn't help but find it interesting. This was the first time he had fought against a weapon tonight, and the opponent's name seemed to be "Sword Dance", so he must have achieved something in swordsmanship——

Just as he was thinking in this way, he saw that Jian Wu had rushed forward quickly, pressing towards him.The long sword in Jian Wu's hand is held by his side, which is the standard posture of charging in La Rochelle's military swordsmanship. Whether it is slashing or stabbing, it can exert the greatest power in the shortest time——

"Military swordsmanship? Military?"

He observed it unhurriedly, and even felt amused in his heart: this ring is not a place where ordinary military personnel would come, it would be too demeaning for them.If the military force is forced to participate, it can only be a test sent by the superior——

Could it be that the sword dance in front of him is actually Evans?Was sent down by his fellow officers to fight against him, to test the quality of this upcoming duelist with ten consecutive victories?

Thinking of this, Cyril almost laughed out loud under the mask.He raised the sword in his hand. He is more familiar with La Rochelle military swordsmanship than anyone else. Without the blessing of magic power and other physical qualities, even the so-called "genius of swordsmanship" Jane Christine is unlikely to be him. rivals -

He watched Jian Wu lift up the sword, and the body tilt caused by the charge was straightened by him in an instant, his steps became smooth and smooth, followed by a sharp and crisp thrust, which reached Cyril's chest in the blink of an eye— ——If you bring the blessing of magic power, this sword may be enough to pierce through the armor of heavy armor.

But this was so fast that it was almost just a blink of an eye. This sword was enough to knock down 90.00% of the people present, but it touched the one percent that he couldn't knock down——

Somehow, Cyril moved the sword to his side, and his sword had already been raised.

Wiped from Jian Wu's neck.

(End of this chapter)