It is not a legend that you have the strength of a knight before you receive the 'baptism of knights'.

In fact, in some big nobles and royal families of various countries, such people abound, and the most famous is none other than the King of Sitti, who had the strength of a knight at the age of six, and also awakened a certain extremely high talent on his own, and did not carry out the 'knight baptism' at all.

But that's King Hitti!

A genius born within the royal family!

And what about Tyreling?

It's just a border town in the Emerald Kingdom, not to mention that the six-year-old awakens on its own, even if it's twenty-year-old, there is no one who awakens on its own.

Even, not to mention the Tyre, even in the entire Vauban county, there is no such genius.

And putting aside the self-awakening, just having the strength of a knight is not something that ordinary people can do, at least Tyrling still does not have such a genius.

In Vauban County, there has only been one in the past five years.

Moreover, he was not a Vauban in the true sense of the word, but from the Emerald Capital; So, to be serious, Vauban has not appeared in the county for ten years, and he has become a genius with knightly strength without receiving the 'baptism of knights'.

Therefore, in the face of Dean's words, not only the guests were full of suspicion, but even the baron, the baron's advisor, and the chief of the guard expressed their doubts.

Of course, there are also people who gloat -

"Dean. Ken, are you kidding? ”

Wei Boer. Tyr, a clown-like figure, laughed out loud without hesitation at this time; And another one gloating Carl. Tyre was more straightforward.

"Can I have the privilege of playing against a genius like you?"

Cal. Tirpi said with a non-smirk—in an inquiring tone, but the young man had already grasped the hilt of his sword in his right hand.

Undoubtedly, this young man already had his own plans.

He had to do it both for the sake of the young lady of the baron's family and for the qualification of 'knightly baptism'.

The former, he had already regarded as a forbidden one, and the latter, he had already given up - in the face of Molde, he was not sure that he would win the other party.

But, fortunately, the other party died like this.

In this regard, Carl. Tyr rejoiced, knowing that his chance had come.

After all, in the entire Tyre territory, except for the dead Molde, Karl. Tyr considered himself the one who had obtained this 'knightly baptism'.

Therefore, when the baron had announced that the outsider had become the head of the Order, he had no objection, and even in the face of the jokes of the outsider and the young lady of the baron's family, he held back; After all, once he has received the 'knight's baptism' and becomes a real knight, these are things that can be won back again.

As for failure?

It is clear that the young man did not think about it.

Or rather, consider some, but it's incomplete; After all, even if the 'Knight Baptism' fails, he can gain considerable strength - look at the boss of the 'Snow Bear House', isn't that jaw-dropping strength the best proof of this? Even one arm is missing, but it's enough for anyone to dare not underestimate.

Therefore, in the face of the baron who was going to be a 'knight baptism', this young man opened his mouth to oppose it regardless of etiquette and identity.

Because, in his opinion, this is to give up his 'future' to others.

Originally, Carl. Tyr was ready to be reprimanded, but what he didn't expect was that the outsider took the initiative to 'stand up'.

"Without being baptized, you already have the strength of a knight? Hum! ”

A cold snort in his heart was enough to explain the young man's attitude towards Dean's words.

It's not doubt, it's not belief at all.

As for the reasons for not believing?

It's very simple: because he didn't do it himself, how could anyone else do it?

Undoubtedly, the narrow scope of the Tyre Collar and the countless clumsy competitions made this young man empty-eyed!

"Competition? Of course you can, but my right hand ......."

Ignoring the clown-like Weber, Dean rushed at Carl on the opposite side. Tyr nodded, gesturing his right hand - even though it was covered by a gown, anyone with a discerning eye could see the unusual bloat.

Obviously, underneath the dress, there are layers of gauze.

"Do you need to change the time?"

Cal. There was a pleading on Tyr's face, and the straighter he became, the more he felt as if he had already won the victory.

Even the other guests thought so, after all, the right hand was injured, how could they compete?

Of course, in my heart, the evaluation of this outsider dropped by one point - even if it was not cowardice, but this situation was not much worse, even if there was a reason, but for those present, the result was still the same.

Even the baron, the baron's advisor, and the chief of the guard frowned inevitably - of course, they were complaining more about Dean, since he was injured, why did he stand up?

The same is true of the young lady of the Baron's house, which is not far away.

"Men are all so strong......"

Thinking of Dean's appearance before, the young lady of the Baron's family couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

However, the young lady of the baron's family did not appear, and she did not have the usual disdain, but more of a sense of regret.

"Change the time? No, no, I just need to use my left hand! ”

Dean waved his hand and picked up the long sword hanging from his waist in his left hand, unsheathed, of course.

"You, you...... Very well, hopefully after a while, you don't need to give yourself any excuses for your losses! ”

Cal. Tyr was stunned, his chest began to rise and fall rapidly, and it was clear that a wave of anger had begun to brew in his chest; However, compared to ordinary people, this ambitious young man undoubtedly knows what he should do; So, he quickly calmed down his anger and stood not far in front of Dean.

And as the master, and the most honorable person present, Baron Tyre naturally became the referee of this contest -

"Are you ready?"

Baron Tyre looked at both sides, his eyes deliberately resting on Dean's body, and after seeing the young man's relaxed expression, the baron finally reluctantly took out a Kimpton, put it on his fingertips, and bounced it high.

Things have come to this point, and it is clear that there is no way for him to stop it.

Duel is sacred.

On the premise that both parties agree, no one can stop it - of course, some cats are still there, but this one definitely doesn't count now.

Bite!

Bang Bang!

Kimpton was bounced high and then landed crisply on the ground.

And after this crisp sound appeared, suddenly, Karl. Tyr rushed forward with his sword in hand—

Cal. Tyr's entire body leaned forward, and the sword in his hand was straight forward, and although it was only moving on his legs, it gave the illusion of riding a horse.

Undoubtedly, as one of the best young men in Tyre, Karl Brown was one of the best young men in Tyre. Tyr's swordsmanship is still quite good.

Of course, that's pretty good, just in the Tyre realm.

Once you leave Tyre, put it in the whole of Vauban County...... Hehe.

As for in Dean's eyes?

The other party has at least five flaws.

Perhaps, in normal times, there should be only two such flaws on the other side - after all, it is the knight's battlefield swordsmanship, although it has been changed to foot combat, it is still sharp, but the flaws are inevitable.

However, it is clear that the other party is eager to work with one blow, which involuntarily increases its own flaws.

And Dean, obviously, will not let go of such a flaw-

Bite!

Dean took the scabbard's long sword and struck the opponent's long sword that was about to be stabbed first. Tyr's whole body became unstable, as if he had been struck by a seven-inch viper, which flipped to the ground and died shortly; And Carl. Tyre wasn't in such a moment, but with his center of gravity shifting, his situation wasn't much better, especially when Dean stretched out his calf on one side and placed it in front of the other's forward pace.

Thump!

Cal. Tyr lunged straight ahead, not only to the ground, but also to the sword.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the whole hall froze, but the next moment, there was a continuous applause - of course, not the guests.

"Commander, well done!"

"Commander, amazing!"

The members of the Knights of the Knights of Fecharon applauded their leader.

In fact, they had been looking forward to this moment for a long time - whether it was the disdainful gaze of those guests after entering the baron's mansion, or the slander against them afterwards, these young people were furious, and if it weren't for the fact that their captains and captains did not speak, I am afraid that these enthusiastic young people would definitely do something excessive.

Of course, at most, it's just a matter of flattening someone else's nose bone.

However, compared with flattening the bridge of other people's noses, their head of the regiment is undoubtedly more relieved to let the other party fall and eat in a real duel.

Therefore, the long-suppressed cheers appeared.

And in the midst of such cheers, that Karl. Tyr's face was flushed—a feeling of anger and shame that began to eat away at his sanity.

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