Chapter 266: The teacher came from the same school and won the championship
At the end of August, it was sunny.
The arena is bustling with people, and the circular Colosseum-style stands are packed.
Yeats, Earl of Morning Frost Ridge, will compete with Jero, the former wolf sect demon hunter, for the final winner of the project.
This duel is related to the inheritance of royal combat skills and the face of the nobles.
It would definitely not be what the major families want if Jero, a demon hunter with a humble background, wins the crown.
Therefore, although many nobles in the city criticized Yeats, they still hoped that Yeats could win.
However, everyone knows that Gerald Fenrir will not be defeated easily.
June, the heir to the dignified Lannister family, has no hope of winning against Gerald.
Although Count Yeats fought consecutively, he was seriously injured in the duel with Vulcan believer Ax.
Yeats has to face Gerald, who is regarded as a serious enemy of the Wolf School. The prospect is really not clear.
Even the odds given by the betting station are not optimistic about Yeats, thinking that Gerald has a greater chance of winning.
In the morning, before the game starts.
Yeats left the manor in a carriage and rushed to the King's Arena near the Municipal Square.
The Municipal Square is filled with water.
The noise of coachmen, knights, guards, and citizens converged into a huge torrent, full of enthusiasm, longing, and expectations to witness the extraordinary.
Yeats opened a corner of the curtain and saw a mage apprentice in a gray robe among the crowd. This group of mage apprentices usually stay in high towers such as the Mage Guild and the Mage Academy, away from the world, but even they are here in person, which shows the grand occasion of the competition.
Gululu——
The carriage turned into an empty controlled street.
The guards let them go with spears in hand. These are well-trained royal troops, also known as the Royal Forest Army. They only obey the orders of the Lionheart King and carry out orders and prohibitions. They are by no means comparable to mercenaries and levies.
Yeats wrote to the capital asking for help due to the cold wave, hoping that the capital would send such a small team.
But that is the past. Now Yeats can guard a city by himself, and his horizons are broader.
In his opinion, although these forest warriors are already qualified to receive the blessing of the God of War, they can fight against extraordinary powers and even cause trouble to those with high levels.
However, the Royal Forest Army was ultimately no match for the five-ring hero.
The hero can bring this army to its knees with just his will.
Unless the leader of the army is also a strong man with the will to power, such as Hastings and his Hussars.
Yeats withdrew his gaze and came to the lounge in the arena.
Take a deep breath and silently adjust the state to the best. A bright light flashed across Yeats's eyes.
“Since you have promised Lionheart to win the championship, you can no longer break your promise.”
Yeats thought to himself: “Gerro Fenrir, the Wild Hunt in the original work God's choice, it's a pity..."
The armored statue in the corner of the lounge was holding a halberd. Yeats looked at the halberd and nodded slightly.
“I know the King of Wild Hunt better than you!”
The arena was filled with excitement.
A warm-up performance is being held.
The Spartan gladiator beats his shield with his spear, paces around the field, and confronts a lion.
Suddenly, the lion roared and flew up, and the gladiator rolled over and stabbed the lion's lower abdomen with his spear. The hot blood dyed the gladiator's face red. He clenched his fists and raised his head, roaring loudly, attracting The whole audience cheers!
The luxurious boxes next to the stands have noble red velvet curtains.
The majestic old king wore a crown and nodded slightly, with a hint of reminiscence in his cloudy eyes.
The diplomats of the Roland Kingdom and the envoys of the Shenting Empire exchanged glances and complimented the Lionheart King's heroic deeds in unison.
This king's talents and strategies once left a deep shadow on the king of the north. Even the current emperor Frederick spoke highly of him.
Legend has it that when he was young, the Lionheart King killed an emperor-level mad lion and made the heart of the mad lion into a potion and took it, starting a generation of hegemony. This is why he was moved when he saw a gladiator killing a lion.
Faced with the flattery, the Lionheart King's expression did not change at all, his tone was flat, and he ordered his followers:
"Give him a reward, and then start the main event."
"Yes."
After a while, the cheers that had subsided rose again!
All eyes were focused on the two knights who were slowly taking the stage.
One of them is tall and handsome, wearing silver-white chain mail, and has a graceful demeanor;
The other one has a scar on his face, a ruthless smile, wears leather armor, and has a A wide-brimmed cowboy hat.
After several previous duels, Yeats's reputation has been deeply rooted in the hearts of London.
He even has the reputation of 'poet laureate'.
In this era of advocating romance, it has great appeal to girls in the boudoir.
When Yeats appeared on the stage, Elsa tightly grasped June's sleeve next to her in the box, her face flushed with excitement: "Earl Yeats has appeared on the stage!"
< br>"Well...I saw it."
"June, who do you think will win?"
"Well...if Yeats also loses the game." June was worried. Huai, "Then we have to resort to extraordinary measures."
Jero was notorious. He worked part-time as a kidnapper when he was in the North, specializing in targeting nobles with bad deeds.
However, Jero was very efficient in doing things, and some nobles who had been kidnapped even thought that this man was quite honest, at least he would actually let him go after giving him money. Falling into the hands of Jero, at least the safety is guaranteed, which is much better than falling into the hands of the followers of the Lord of Plunder!
“Whether Jero loses or wins, after this vote is over, we all have to leave the Golden Lion.”
Eva, the snake sect demon hunter, has a hot figure and a slender figure. The beautiful legs made others look back frequently, turning a blind eye, and said:
"Many wolf sect demon hunters have followed the scent and ran to the Golden Lion. If they don't run, they will be besieged."
"But didn't the demon hunter we knocked unconscious yesterday give an explanation? There has been a lot of turmoil within the Wolf School recently." Roger said:
"A red-haired woman used a big sword to kill the masters of the Wolf School. We’ve all been provoked, so the Wolf School can’t spare any effort to deal with us.”
Eva shrugged and said, “I’m not afraid of ten thousand, I’m just afraid of what happens...Oh, by the way, who is that red-haired woman? Have you asked?"
Roger said: "The red hair, the big sword...are probably related to the red-haired king. It's not our turn to worry about it."
Eva. He curled his lips and looked back at the field. He saw that the two sides had already set up their stances, and the duel was about to begin!
Jero pulled out two steel swords from his back and said with piercing eyes:
"Earl Yeats... I would like to ask, what is your relationship with the King of the Wild Hunt?"
Yeats side view He straightened his body, pointed his swift sword to the ground, took a stance, and said with a smile:
"I'll tell you when you win."
"Ha, then I have no choice but to take offense!" Jero looked at him. stern.
Dangdang!
The moment the bell rings.
Jero suddenly let go of the sword hilt he was holding tightly in his right hand and quickly took out a musket from behind!
However, before he pulled the trigger, he was already stunned.
The muzzle of a black gun was also pointed at him!
Yeats, armed with a pistol, confronted Gerald, who was armed with a musket. The whole place was silent, and the atmosphere was once awkward.
Bang! Bang!
At the same time, gunfire rang out.
Two bullets burning with fighting spirit whizzed past.
Yeats and Jero dodged at the same time, looking at each other warily!
Gerloppi smiled but said:
“It seems that we are from the same school, so we can’t break the move!”
In the German Sword Master Michael. In Hunter's "One Hundred Moves of Swordsmanship", there is a record of a swordsmanship that has been widely circulated in later generations: the art of drawing a gun, that is, in a duel, using a musket to surprise and win!
Wolf sect demon hunters are famous for their cunning and changeability, and are good at a variety of weapons. With the development of the times, the art of muskets has gradually been mastered by them.
As a leader among Wolf sect witchers, Gerald is naturally comfortable with muskets, and in his eyes, Yeats's musketry skills must have come from the Wild Hunt, which is closely related to Wolf sect witchers!
Yeats smiled coldly.
The two faced off for a moment. Suddenly, they dropped their pistols at the same time, picked up their swords and jumped towards them!
Cang!
Swords collided with swords, sparks flew everywhere, Yeats and Gerald looked at each other and kept wrestling.
A strange color flashed across Jero's eyes... Yeats looked thin, but his strength was no less than his own!
Suddenly, Jello hit Yeats with a sweeping leg, forcing Yeats to give up the fight and retreat.
At the same moment, Jero picked up the fallen steel sword with his toes, clenched it tightly, and assumed a dual-sword stance, his momentum reaching its peak!
Suddenly, he took a step forward, and his figure was already two feet away! The two swords cut out the violent airflow, striking first, following the sword, and Yeats was involved in it with the fierce force of the sword!
Combat Skill·Two Swords!
Every extraordinary person has a unique talent, and Jero's talent lies in the use of the power of the storm. Under the blessing of this fierce wind, the power of the sword became particularly terrifying, rolling up rubble all over the sky!
Yeats's eyes flashed. In his eyes, Jero's movements seemed to have slowed down countless times, and all the offensive routes were seen through one by one. This was the wonderful use of the combat skill of seeing through.
Jero's sword is extremely fast, but Yeats's sword is not unfastened. The sharp blade Wu Wu meets the violent waves of the two swords, just like the battle between flowing water and the storm. The sword edges continue to collide in the storm-like fight. Stir up the airflow and burst out sparks!
In an instant, the two have fought for more than ten rounds! His eyesight could not keep up with the speed of the two men swinging their swords. There was only the light and shadow of swords and the clanging sound all over the sky!
In the stands, Colin’s eyes flickered and he said in a deep voice:
"The swordsmanship of these two people is comparable to that of heroes who specialize in swordsmanship. They have reached the expert level!"
Yeats and Jero are both at the peak of the fourth ring. However, Yeats has the advantage in fighting spirit, and the moonlight fighting spirit is better than With ordinary fighting spirit, he is better at long-term combat. One thing fades and the other grows, and Jero is beginning to lose!
Jero realized this early and suddenly changed his tactics. To Yeats's surprise, he stabbed Yeats' wrist with one sword and slashed Yeats' neck with the other sword!
This is undoubtedly a problem for Yeats, either give up the arm or give up victory!
June couldn't help but hissed, she was defeated by this move in the first place.
Yeats had no choice. He charged towards Jero's chest. Taking advantage of the moment when his swords could not be used, Yeats used his flaming left fist and hit Jero's sword with an uppercut. Hit Jero's chin!
Boom!
Jero leaned back, a mouthful of blood foam flew out, his position was stabilized, and a whip leg wrapped with thunder swept towards Yeats!
Bang!
The thunderbolt struck with astonishing force. The left half of Yeats's body felt faintly numb, and he exclaimed:
"Does the Wolf School still teach physical skills?"
Jero held his chin, straightened it with a 'bang' sound, moved his mouth, and said coldly:
"Nothing. "Teach me, it depends on which trick you want to learn."
"That is of course the strongest one," Yeats said.
Jero suddenly smiled, with a trace of hidden hatred flashing in his eyes. He put his swords back into the scabbards behind him and said sternly:
"I have been following the King of the Wild Hunt for five years. During these five years, I have always regarded him as my imaginary enemy."
"Have you seen him?"
"Yes. , on a blizzard night, He threw a thunderous spear, tearing up the sky and stopping the snow."
"It sounded like He was doing good things."
"Exactly. That scene gave me inspiration and combat skills, called——"
Suddenly, Jero drew his sword, and Yeats was enveloped in the chilling sword intent. Yeats was horrified, and saw a cold light coming towards him!
"Split the Abyss!"
The two swords suddenly fell to the ground, slashing with majestic sword power, tearing two ravines on the ground, like an earth dragon roaring towards Yeats.
The whole place shook from the blow that shook the mountains. Yeats suddenly understood why Jero needed the Lion Slash. If the advantages of the Lion Slash were integrated into this combat skill, the power of the Abyss would only be even more terrifying!
Yeats unfolded the wings of the God of Poetry and flew into the sky, but the corners of Jero's mouth curled up.
When the crack reached Yeats's feet, the sword light merged into a pillar of light rising into the sky, charging into the bullfight and swallowing Yeats whole!
Boom! !
Lionheart frowned slightly, June looked coldly, and Roger and Eva smiled.
However.
After the light beam dissipated, Yeats was found safe and sound, floating above the venue!
Jero's pupils shrank and he said in disbelief: "This..."
Yeats glanced behind him. The Wild Hunt cloak condensed into black mist was hunting in the wind. It was the cloak that had blocked him from the astonishingly powerful weapon just now. One blow.
In fact, the 'Combat Technique - Abyss' created by Jero used the Wild Hunt divinity in his soul realm, so it was so powerful. However, this Wild Hunt divinity was replaced by Yeats's The Wild Hunt Cloak absorbed it, allowing him to survive!
Soon, Jero also realized this, and his eyes became cold.
In the realm of creation, the divinity of the Wild Hunt surges again!
The cold, violent, and terrifying black mist surged behind Jero, faintly forming a huge demonic wolf!
The stands were in an uproar.
Lionheart King narrowed his eyes and did not stop the game.
The demonic wolf opened its bloody mouth and devoured Jero. At the same moment, Jiro let out a heart-rending roar, as if he was going berserk, and his eyes lit up with a ferocious red light!
Blessing of the Wild Hunt: Fury!
In the Academy Competition of the Wolf School, the top demon hunter can enter the dense forest and obtain the blessing of the Wild Hunt.
Jero, as the God of Wild Hunt in the original work, received this powerful blessing in the dense forest!
Yeats snapped his fingers.
Behind him, the virtual image of the demon wolf also condensed. The outline of this demon wolf was even clearer and the physique was more majestic than the one just now!
In Jello's unbelievable eyes, the virtual image of the demon wolf swallowed Yeats.
Yeats seemed to have been familiar with this power for a long time. He controlled it with ease, his whole body burning with fighting spirit, and he stared at Jero coldly.
"It seems that I am better than you at this move." Yeats said heartily.
Jero’s breath was disordered and his eyes were complicated.
The rage state cannot last long.
Therefore, both of them chose to fight with swords, and this time, the intensity of the fierce battle was even greater!
clang!
Yeats seized on Gerald's flaw, flew away Gerald's sword with one sword, and hit his legs.
Poof!
The dust and smoke were flying, and Jero fell to his knees, with a hint of bitterness on his gray face.
He glanced at the sword edge across his neck, then looked at Yeats, and said with a wry smile:
"I said, the King of the Wild Hunt is not a relative of yours, is he?"
"He is my adoptive father." Yeats said calmly.
Jerro: (ヾ)
Jerro: "I see... I didn't lose unfairly!"
Boom!
Jello fell to the ground and fell into coma.
The venue was silent.
In an instant, it was boiling!
In the stands, the Lionheart King took a deep breath, looked at the back of the man standing in the wind with his clothes flying, nodded deeply, and said:
"The champion of this duel competition has already been The corner is out——"
"The Yeats of the Brondi family lived up to expectations and deserved praise!"
(End of this chapter)