Unknown Knight

The next day, at the arena in Kudan City.

Westboye arrived at the arena early. In preparation for today's duel, he rarely went out to have fun the night before.

Today is a big day for him, and it can be regarded as an explanation for his unremitting career as a bootlicker in the past few years.

Although he knew that there would be great risks in doing so, he had no choice but to do so now that things had come to this point. Just like a gambler who has placed all his bets, it is simply impossible for him to not go all in at the end.

In his delusion, as long as he wins this duel, he will be the future lord of Kudan City. If he loses, he cannot lose, doesn't that mean he has to admit that he is a fool, and that his efforts over the past few years have been stupid, naive and childish behavior?

Moreover, with the words of the dandies in Kudan City, he thought he had already won. His opponent was just a grassroots businessman, a civilian who had not received formal martial arts training. What could he compare with him? Why should he compare with him?

Thinking of this, his confidence inevitably increased a little. He took out a delicate whetstone from his arms and began to carefully polish his sword.

His sword was a one-handed long sword, a weapon commonly used by nobles of this era. It was of moderate weight and powerful, and was most suitable for close combat duels.

However, he was superficial and underestimated Aix's experience. After he finished polishing his sword, he waited for more than an hour, but there was no sign of Aix at the entrance.

He was so anxious that he paced back and forth in the field holding his sword, his muscles tense and his posture stiff, like a rooster with nowhere to vent, ready to fight the enemy at any time.

Even King Yarogerk, who was in the stands, couldn't help but get anxious. He changed his calm demeanor and called the waiter over and whispered:

"Go and see if Axboye is ill. If he is, he doesn't need to come. I won't blame him. I will allow him to rest for two days."

Just as he finished speaking, he heard a commotion nearby. Looking around, he saw who else could it be but Aix at the entrance of the arena.

He took off his ermine cloak leisurely and threw it to Liu Tang beside him, then scratched Sophia's nose and took his broadsword from her hand.

With steady steps, he walked towards the direction where Westboy was standing in the field, and made two sword flowers as he walked. But seeing these two sword flowers and the size of the broadsword, King Yarogelk felt a lot more at ease.

He was also an experienced man and had seen many scenes of fighting and duels. He was originally worried that Aix was too weak and could not carry on his political vision. It seemed that he was too worried. It turned out that there was no false reputation.

As soon as Aix stood still on the field, Westboy said sarcastically:

"Aix, I thought you were too weak to come, so I was just about to send someone to invite you. What? If you are afraid, just surrender now. Ben Boye can generously spare your life."

But Axel ignored him and looked at him as if he were a fool.

This contemptuous attitude immediately made Westboy angry, and he said angrily:

"Benboya only gave you a chance to live because we were facing a great enemy, so that you could serve the Kingdom of Vaegir. But you didn't appreciate it..."

The rest of the sentence "Looking for death, look at the sword!" was not uttered, but Aix said in a tepid tone:

"I don't talk nonsense with dying people!"

He was so angry that he was fuming. He screamed "Wow!" and rushed towards Aix.

"Swish, swish, swish" three consecutive swords attacked Aix's face, vowing to disfigure Aix and kill him.

However, Aix lightly took two steps back, holding his broad-bladed sword while retreating, and used the lower half of the sword to casually block the three angry swords.

Before Westboy could stand firm, Axe took a quick step forward, almost making their bodies stick together.

This unexpected move of advancing instead of retreating was really beyond Westboy's expectations. He was so confused that his sword-holding hand froze in mid-air, not knowing what to do.

Without waiting for his reaction, Aix gathered up all his strength while taking a step forward, and then used the butt of his sword to poke hard into his wide-open chest.

Just this one move made West retreat seven or eight steps and then fall heavily to the ground.

West's old face turned red all of a sudden, and he struggled for a few times but couldn't stand up.

Aix still said in a tepid tone:

"Stop it, Westboye. You are no match for me. You deserve to lose."

However, what Axe said did not make West stop, but instead aroused his ferocity. How could he, who was used to being proud, tolerate the contempt from a commoner?

I saw him push the ground with both hands and bounce up unexpectedly. He raised his hands forward and scattered a handful of sand in his hands.

Axel was hit in both eyes without paying attention and suddenly lost his vision. Fortunately, he remained calm and swept the broadsword back and forth in front of his chest twice, while his legs quickly retreated a few steps.

Only with the long and heavy power of the broadsword was he able to repel West's insidious close-range assassination.

Everyone on the field stood up suddenly, and several leaders including Bandak shouted angrily:

"How dare you, you despicable bastard!"

However, they were too far away from the two people on the field, and could not help at the moment. When they entered the field, due to the presence of the king, their long-range weapons were confiscated. They could only scream with bloodshot eyes, hoping to intimidate West on the field.

But at this time West was almost crazy and didn't care about honor anymore, so how could he care about all these things?

He was seen moving quickly, trying to attack Aix from the side.

But what he didn't expect was that the handful of sand he just used seemed to cover Axel's head and face, but Axel was not careless and had put away all his vigilance, because he still understood the principle of a lion fighting a rabbit.

Just as the sand was about to hit his face, he subconsciously lowered his head and closed his eyes to avoid it. Although he did not avoid it completely and some sand got into his eyes, it was far from the point where he could not see.

The reason why he retreated so many steps in a hurry was to leave enough buffer space so that he could take the opportunity to clear the sand in his eyes.

But when he observed West with his slightly squinted eyes, he found that this guy naively thought that his eyes could no longer see and tried to attack from the side, so he came up with a plan.

He pretended that he was still blind and waved his broadsword wildly in front of him, pretending to block West's close attack.

Seeing this, West was overjoyed. He tiptoed and took small, quick steps towards Axe's ribs.

Just as he approached and viciously stabbed at Aix's left rib with his sword, Aix suddenly stepped back to the right to avoid the sword, and used the momentum to slash downward with his greatsword, striking his outstretched right arm.

With a scream of "Wow", West's right arm holding the sword was cut into two pieces.

Before he could cross his arms and wail, Aix swept his hand back and blew his sinister head off from behind.