Chapter 137 136. Battle with the First Generation
"Mr. Scott."
Yang Minyi strode into the spacious training ground.
"I'm sorry for disturbing your teaching."
"The teachers heard about you and want to meet you."
Su Hong stopped, looked at Yang Minyi opposite, crossed his arms across his chest, and said calmly: "Meet me?"
"What's the matter?"
It would take a few minutes for the first-generation knights to arrive at the training ground, so Yang Minyi could only bite the bullet and continue chatting.
"To be honest, I have asked the teachers for advice, but they don't seem to know you exist."
Su Hong chuckled and said, "Of course Xu Huaqing and the others don't know."
"If we go by generation, I should also be of your teacher's generation."
"If you go by age, maybe I'm younger than you."
"Ah?" Anna opened her mouth slightly. She had the impression that the mysterious knight always wore a helmet and had a hoarse voice. She thought that this gentleman should be as old as the first generation knight.
Even Yang Minyi couldn't believe it, "Senior, are you kidding me?"
Su Hong said calmly: "I am the last disciple of the Lord of the Temple. It can be said that my talent is much higher than that of Li Pu."
Who is Li Pu? The strongest of the first generation of knights, he was called by his first name by this mysterious knight.
Yang Minyi was shocked in her heart and began to think about the relationship between Li Pu and this knight.
It was outrageous enough that Li Pu could defeat three sword masters in his middle age, but he didn't expect that there was an even more evil genius in another knight's temple.
Is this true?
Yang Minyi's mind was confused for a moment, but in order to delay time, he still forced himself to calm down and said: "Senior, what is your relationship with Senior Li Pu?"
Su Hong smiled, of course he had nothing to do with Li Pu.
It is estimated that this old man was not even born when he disappeared.
But this did not prevent him from borrowing the influence of the Lord of the Temple.
"Li Pu should be considered my senior brother. Of course, I have never met him."
"Junior brother of the Lord of the Temple?" Yang Minyi's body trembled. Although he did not dare to confirm the identity of this knight so hastily, his inner importance increased infinitely.
If there really is another Knight Temple, and this knight is really Junior Brother Li Pu, it is undoubtedly good news for the Knight Temple.
Now is the end of the world, everyone is in danger, and even the Templars can hardly protect themselves, let alone follow the will of their predecessors to eliminate chaos.
If a genius capable of suppressing the era appears in the Knights Temple, they will be able to face the apocalypse more calmly. Maybe there is still hope to completely eliminate the disaster and usher in a new era.
"The junior brother of the first great knight?"
Anna stood there blankly, her face blank.
She suddenly realized that the mysterious knight who fell in love with her might be even more powerful than the first-generation knight she admired.
"But what do you like about me, sir?"
Thinking of this, her face became even more confused.
Just as the atmosphere gradually fell into a delicate silence, the medical staff pushed four wheelchairs into the training ground. Sitting on the wheelchairs were the four first-generation knights.
"Teacher." Yang Minyi greeted him.
"Stop, please leave first."
Xu Huaqing nodded slightly to Yang Minyi, then called the medical staff away, and his eyes fell on Su Hong.
"Sir, are you a Templar?"
"Exactly." Su Hong's body stood like a mountain, giving people a heavy sense of oppression.
Xu Huaqing said in a deep voice: "Sir, it's not that we don't believe you, but it's better to be careful in special times." "We old bones want to have a discussion with you. What do you think?"
Su Hong chuckled, "I heard that there is a sword master among you?"
"Just in time, let me see how big the gap is between the Sword Master and the Sword Master."
"Arrogant." Martin looked gloomy and was about to pick up the knight's sword and stand up.
Xu Huaqing reached out to stop him and shook his head slightly.
"I'll do it." Levi stood up and said with a hearty smile: "Young man, although I only have a handful of bones left, I haven't forgotten much about my swordsmanship. At least I can still bear the title of Sword Master."
"How about we compare notes."
Under the gaze of everyone, the bald Levi stood up from the wheelchair. The moment he held the scabbard, his demeanor suddenly changed, from a kind and funny old man to a sharp sword.
"Is this the first generation of knights? It's so amazing..." Anna murmured.
Su Hong smiled slightly and said, "The momentum is good."
He held the hilt of the sword, his movements casual and relaxed, but his momentum did not change much.
Before Yang Minyi could feel anything, Levi whispered: "Your way is different from mine."
"You are strong."
The reason why he said Su Hong was strong was not because he had the ability to discern disasters.
But because of Su Hong's calmness, ordinary people would be frightened just by his aura, and even sword masters would be on pins and needles, restless.
Only a fool who cannot see the situation clearly can feel so comfortable and relaxed.
But is the knight in front of him a fool? Obviously not.
This is enough to explain why Yang Minyi was directly defeated the day before yesterday.
Their guess was correct, this was indeed a genuine sword master.
Levi pulled out the long sword and held it with both hands. His eyes were sharp, and the skinny muscles all over his body actually swelled up like a balloon at this moment.
"When you draw your sword, you see life and death. You fight with fear, as if you are on the battlefield. Did you realize your way while strolling in the garden? You have no sharpness at all."
The old man roared, his arm shook, and where the sword flashed, the sharp edge tore through the floor and walls, and even cut off a strand of Anna's red hair.
Su Hong stood his long sword in front of him, like a towering tree growing in the center of the flood, easily dividing the menacing flood.
He said calmly: "As I said, there are differences between sword masters."
“The gap between you and me cannot be bridged by momentum.”
"Hahaha, I'll take a closer look then."
The old man stepped on the floor and rushed towards Su Hong like a cannonball.
"Qiang!"
The two swords clashed, and fire exploded, illuminating the cold helmet and Levi's face.
The next second, both of them seemed to have anticipated each other's movements. In the eyes of Yang Minyi and Anna, Su Hong's arms and swords turned into afterimages, leaving only the thunderous impact sound that continued to echo.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Not only did the speed of the two sword swings not slow down, but it continued to speed up, and even the body movements of the whole body were difficult to see clearly.
The thinking speed of the brain gradually failed to keep up with the instinctive movements. He could catch and swing the sword at will, and his sharp breath tore everything apart.
Wherever the two men fought, the training ground turned into a plowed pit, with sawdust flying everywhere.
"The swordsmanship he uses does have shadows of the swordsmanship of the Templars." Xu Huaqing said solemnly.
Martin tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, "But that doesn't prove that he is a Templar, right?"
(End of chapter)