I traveled through time and became a slave, and the noble lady was obsessed with me

Chapter 71 Fighting like a housewife
"The next match is between Chen Fan and Lei Sen."

After hearing his name, Chen Fan silently stepped onto the stage.

He was wearing exquisite leather armor, and the long knife in his hand was polished until it shined.

"Come on, let me crush you."

Leisen was much wilder, wearing only thin short sleeves on his upper body in the middle of winter.

The bulging muscles on his body are so scary that he could become a bodybuilder.

Judging from appearance alone, the gap between the two is really big.

"No killing blows, no attacks on vital points, no attacks on the head."

"Start once you understand!"

Standing on this stage, Chen Fan felt something.

It felt like I was back in the Colosseum.

Just a few reminders from the referee instantly brought Chen Fan back to reality.

Compared to the life or death Colosseum.

In Chen Fan's eyes, this so-called knight battle is really a bit boring.

The other party was still clamoring that he wanted to tear Chen Fan into pieces.

Chen Fan was already impatient. He took a step forward and unsheathed the long knife in his hand.

In the past, facing this kind of enemy, one would definitely have to choose roundabout tactics.

Consume first, then find out the opponent's weaknesses.

But for Chen Fan now, there is no need to waste expressions.

The Bauhinia Cross Sword Technique explodes with all its might!

fast!
Almost to the extreme.

The long knife was like a bolt of lightning.

He was pulled out of the scabbard and struck the opponent's head in the next second.

Menson still had a shouting expression on his face, and the knife had already fallen on his head.

It's only one step away from the head.

Feeling the coldness coming from his head, Leisen froze in place.

When he reacted, his legs softened and he collapsed directly on the ground.

"Referee, it's not fair, he attacked my head."

The referee also paused and turned his attention to Solo.

Just now, Chen Fan slashed at Lei Sen's head with a knife, but he did not hurt him in the end.

Strictly speaking, it was Leisen himself who was so scared that he sat on the ground.

Sao Luo squinted his eyes and glanced over Chen Fan.

It seems that he didn't expect this gentle-looking oriental boy.

As soon as he moved his hands, he turned out to be so vicious.

"On the battlefield, the enemy will not tell you any rules."

"If he slashes at other parts of your body, you won't be able to react either."

"Chen Fan won this competition."

Solomon was quite fair.

Originally, Chen Fan thought that he needed to explain a few more sentences.

With a slight nod towards him, Chen Fan jumped off the ring.

This time, everyone around him immediately fell silent.

Even if they still spoke ill of Chen Fan, those people only dared to hide in the dark.

Strength is everything, and Chen Fan used his strength to win the respect of others.

Sitting under the ring, Chen Fan continued to wait.

Except for his crushing battle.

Most of the knights' battles are actually quite boring.

It's not that these people aren't strong, but they know a lot about fighting.

Still at the initial level.

It was probably a situation where two people were fighting each other.

Don't dare to make a deadly move, always be restrained.

And the moves are too stiff and not flexible enough.

If you send them to the Colosseum, even if the attributes are far inferior to their gladiators.

They can also be defeated.

No wonder Menson said that there are knights who have been on the battlefield and knights who have not been on the battlefield.

Completely two different creatures.

Only those who have truly seen blood can be called true knights.Soon, it was Chen Fan's turn again.

This time, I actually picked a good opponent.

The opponent is also a family knight from the royal capital.

Chen Fan had seen their family's medal before, but he was not familiar with it.

As soon as he stood on the ring, a half-smiling expression appeared on the opponent's face.

"Isn't this an Oriental boy worth ten thousand gold coins?"

"I heard that you were bought back by Miss Monica from the Bellucci family."

"I thought that a guy like you would be treated as a toy for the rest of his life."

This knight obviously did it on purpose.

Before the war started, he said these words deliberately.

It was just to anger Chen Fan and affect his judgment on the battle.

He deliberately raised his voice so that many people could hear it.

In just a moment, many people started pointing at Chen Fan on the stage.

"What? It turns out he's just a slave of a noble."

"I thought he was some great guy who puts on that expression every day."

"Is a slave also qualified to take part in the knight assessment?"

"Could it be that the nobles used money to get this guy in?"

They all saw how powerful Chen Fan was.

At this time, I finally found an opportunity, how could I attack Chen Fan without saying anything.

Hearing the growing discussion, the guy opposite had a proud smile on his face.

"How about it? It's embarrassing for me to reveal your true identity."

"I said a slave like you shouldn't be in a place like this."

"It's better to go back to the family, find your master, and ask for mercy."

He said exciting words, but the other party's movements were not slow at all.

As soon as the referee called start, he quickly moved forward and attacked, as if he wanted to catch him off guard.

The long sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake spitting a message.

He stabbed forward one after another, all towards the face.

Obviously, he naturally felt that a guy like Chen Fan relied on his face to make a living.

He must be very concerned about his handsome face.

Just didn't expect it.

Facing such an attack, Chen Fan seemed not to see the sword in front of him stabbing him.

He even took the initiative to take a step forward, bringing his face closer to the tip of the sword.

It's like sending your face towards the sword.

This frightened him instead, and he subconsciously took a step back.

How could he not know that the other party could sell ten thousand gold coins just because of his handsome face.

If he really ruined that face, he might be greeted by the anger of a great noble.

Chen Fan moved his eyes upward, as if he had read through his thoughts.

With a wave of the long knife in his hand, the dazzling light of the knife flashed away like a ray of moonlight.

"Ding!"

Cut directly into the opponent's light armor.

But at the last moment, it was changed to the back of the knife, which only knocked him away.

Before he could even hit the ground, he was struck with several more blows.

He drew out the long knife in his hand as if it were a stick.

Let the opponent feel the pain without immediately losing combat effectiveness.

"You, you lunatic!"

Hearing this, Chen Fan smiled coldly.

The long knife was struck forward with strong wind, hitting his face hard and knocking him away.

Several teeth, covered in blood, were sprayed all over the floor.

The guy fainted directly.

Chen Fan slowly retracted the knife and turned sideways to look at Sao Luo, who had stood up with an ugly expression on his face.

The rules only say that you can't kill people, you can't attack vital parts, and there are no rules, you can't blow people away.

But this is undoubtedly challenging his authority as the Silver Knight.

Looking at the Oriental boy on the stage, the whole arena was completely silent.

(End of this chapter)