But this vassal knight, who was known for his bravery, was defeated.

Dumbfounded, head down.

Looking at the wooden spear that was held up in the lower abdomen, there was a stunned look on his face.

He couldn't have imagined that he would be defeated so easily.

The stunned people around him, and the silent viewing platform on the city wall, all made him feel an unwilling emotion in his mind, which immediately turned into anger, howled and took half a step back, reached out and grabbed the wooden spear against him, and rushed forward viciously, wanting to smash the shield in his hand into the indifferent face.

"How could I possibly lose!" There was resentment in his eyes.

But it was not the victory that greeted him, but the delicate turn of the Salander rider, the unhesitant release of the wooden spear, the drawing of the wooden sword at his waist, and the re-striking blow with the hilt of the sword to his lower abdomen.

And this time the Salander rider showed no mercy at all.

It's like melee combat.

Steady and ruthless.

"Bang." A faint sound appeared.

The hilt of the sword touched the unprotected belly of the vassal knight.

This vassal knight, who was still menacing, suddenly stopped, his eyes stared out, his gaze was glazed, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled snort, and then curled up and slowly fell to the ground.

The Salander rider slowly retreated.

It's still silent.

Even the servant, who was announcing the result, trembled his lips and did not react.

No one could have imagined that the result would be so crisp.

Even the silent crowd on the viewing platform felt that their necks were a little stiff, let alone shouting, and they didn't even dare to turn their heads to look at Baron Dylan at this time.

Two such crisp defeats in a row were undoubtedly a provocation to the baron behind him.

Baron Dylan's face was indeed a little blue.

It's very humiliating.

But he breathed slightly, let his emotions recover as much as possible, barely smiled, and said to Kant beside him: "It's really a good guard, Xiaodde, I really wonder, how can your guard be so strong." ”

"I... I don't understand either. Kant looked puzzled.

He really didn't know, and he didn't expect it.

These level 4 Salander riders would defeat the vassal knights so neatly.

However, he still explained: "That's the strongest of my guards, once able to resist a dozen gnolls alone, and they are very strong guards. ”

"Then it's no wonder." Baron Dylan's face looked a lot better.

The big businessmen and big landlords around also nodded thoughtfully.

It's no wonder.

If it weren't for the strongest, it would be impossible to defeat that equally powerful vassal knight so neatly, otherwise wouldn't the knights of the entire Solid Stone Pass become a joke?

"5 large silver coins for the winner!" Baron Dylan commanded.

At the same time, he smiled and said to his butler: "Give that failed knight 1 big silver coin, tell him not to be discouraged, this is the strongest of the guards, and he started to underestimate the enemy so lightly, and he should lose." ”

"Yes." The butler immediately stepped down from the viewing platform.

"Just Baron Dylan."

And the merchants and landlords lined up to slap their own baron.

Even the people below cheered again, and continued to make the atmosphere lively, obviously accepting the same truth, after all, Baron Dylan was the supreme authority in his own territory, and the explanation he said was completely correct, and there was no need to doubt it at all.

The reward was given quickly.

Kant, however, shook his head at Manid next to him.

The two figured it out.

Manid immediately understood, walked briskly down the viewing platform, went to the perimeter of the arena under the city walls, and after a few gentle reminders from the other waiting Salander riders, he returned.

Seeing Manid nodding, Kant smiled.

It's good to be done.

"The athletic tournament continues to begin!" The butler's voice rang out again.

The Salander riders and vassal knights on the field fought together, but they didn't have the crispness and suddenness of the previous game, but the next Salander riders looked a little bulky, with a single plank, and the traces and tracks of the attack were almost as standard as in the textbook.

Sometimes it's not suitable for real combat, even if it's a real game.

Soon.

These Salander riders and vassal knights had their own victories and losses.

But in the end, there were more riders who failed.

made the faces of those vassal knights look a lot better, and at the same time, they all secretly discussed, and expressed a bit of ridicule in their hearts to these knight squires who looked dull.

"The attack is too rigid." A smile returned to Baron Dylan's face.

"yes." Kant nodded.

Right in the arena, the last game is over.

The Salander rider used the most standard attack method, but was dodged by the nimble body of the vassal knight, and then pointed a wooden sword at the Salander rider's back, announcing the victory of the game.

"Hooray! You are the strongest! ”

"Baron Dylan's knights are the best knights!"

The civilians were shouting, cheering for the vassal knights on their side to win the game.

The atmosphere in the entire arena was extremely hot.

The audience was still like this, praising the vassal knights' superb combat skills, while secretly belittling the Salander riders' one-eyed, textbook attack postures, and disdain in their language.

"Phew!"

The last victorious vassal knight also let out a battle cry of victory, raising his wooden shield and sword in a defiant gesture against the Saland's riders.

It's just that this provocation is still ignored.

The 20 Salander riders turned and walked away.

But in the eyes of the civilians and the vassal knights, this is tantamount to running away.

Suddenly, a more ridiculous sound sounded.

"Xiaodde, I hope you don't get angry." Baron Dylan turned his head and seemed to comfort Kant: "Sometimes victory cannot be limited to those inferior gnolls, after all, only we human warriors can have all kinds of exquisite skills and great strength. ”

"Perhaps." Kant shrugged his shoulders with some loss.

But no one could see the mockery hidden in his lowered eyes.

That's right, it's just a game.

But how could the Salander riders, who had fought in the Salander Desert and experienced countless battles, and been endowed with strong fighting skills by the system, easily lose the victory of the race?

If it weren't for him asking Manid to inform those Salander riders.

It is estimated that these vassal knights have long been beaten all over the ground looking for teeth, which completely made Baron Dylan lose face!

It's for the big picture.

Kant was reluctant to expose his strength so early.

It would be nice to show a little bit of strength and let Baron Dylan know that he has hidden forces to support him.

If now expose the sentry oasis.

It is estimated that the consequence is that Baron Dylan will be jealous of him, and there is even the possibility of turning his face directly.

The present harmony rests on the premise that interests and Kant's strength are weak.

Once Baron Dylan discovers that Kant's strength has taken root in the Narun Desert and has become a terrifying devouring beast, it is absolutely impossible to let him sleep peacefully like he is now, I am afraid that he will not hesitate to collude with other stronger aristocratic forces in the Lion Principality to join forces to devour Kant.

No one is a fool to become a nobleman, and no one wants to see other nobles become even more powerful than themselves!

So Kant just pursed his lips and smiled.

But to others, this is the embarrassment and unnaturalness of losing a game.

Baron Dylan also walked over for this, patted Kant on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "You are already fortunate to have this group of guards, as long as you have a few more years and are proficient, you will definitely be able to compare with these vassal knights of mine, don't be discouraged, it's not a big deal." ”

"Well, thank you for the arrangement, Uncle Dylan." Kant smiled and nodded.

The atmosphere was harmonious.

And Baron Dylan was holding a sweet wine mixed with honey, and when he was about to say something, at the tower next to the viewing platform, the chubby butler came over quickly, with a little panic on his face.

"What's wrong?" Baron Dylan asked with a frown.

The butler came to Baron Dylan's side and said hurriedly: "I don't know what's going on, Viscount Wayne's vassal knight is here outside, and he also said that he wants to participate in the athletic conference!" ”

"Viscount Wayne's vassal knight?" Baron Dylan's brow furrowed.

His face was a little unsightly, and he reprimanded the butler: "I don't remember how it was to invite the vassal knight of Viscount Wayne's old thing to participate. ”

"I volunteered to participate."

As he spoke, a middle-aged man with a grim face walked out of the nearby tower.

The surrounding landlords and merchants were slightly stunned.

And several vassal knights belonging to Baron Dylan had solemn faces, staring at the middle-aged man, subconsciously clenching the wine glasses in their hands, and there was no smile on their cold faces.

"Oh, Knight Tracy, it's a coincidence to see you here at this time."

Baron Dylan had a smile on his face.

But his smile was even more sneering and impatient: "I forgot to send you an invitation to the athletic conference, it really makes me feel a little sorry, presumably you came in a hurry, you must not be prepared, why don't you wait for the next athletic conference, I invite you to participate in advance?" ”

"Oh, thank you, Baron Dylan, I wonder when your next athletic meeting will be?" The middle-aged knight known as Tracy asked with a smile in the same way.

Baron Dylan shrugged: "About ten years from now." ”

"Hahaha-"

Suddenly, the vassal knights around burst into laughter, these knights belonging to Baron Dylan, of course, were quite incompatible with the vassal knights from Viscount Wayne.

This stems from the struggle between two nobles.

However, Dylan is often a baron, less than Wayne, the viscount who rules the Duchy's Northern County.

They have been oppressed.

Now that they can find an opportunity, they can taunt this vassal knight of Viscount Wayne, which is also a pleasant thing for them to hear, although they dare not directly ridicule, but the timely matching of their own Baron Dylan's words and laughter can also bring psychological comfort.

"Well, that's a pity."

But Tracy was not angry, but said lightly: "Ten years is a long time, long enough for some nobles to be stripped of their titles and turned into inferior commoners again." After a pause, he looked at Baron Dylan and said in a flat tone, "Oh, maybe it's not even as good as a commoner, just like those filthy and smelly paupers." ”

PS: Next is the foreshadowing of supernatural powers...