My Doomsday Simulator Game

Chapter 137 136. Battle with the First Generation

"Mr. Scott."

Yang Minyi strode into the spacious training ground.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your teaching."

"The teachers heard about you and wanted to meet you."

Su Hong stopped and looked at Yang Minyi opposite him, crossed his arms and said lightly: "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, "Xu Huaqing and the others certainly don't know."

"If it's based on seniority, I should be the same generation as your teacher."

"If it's based on age, maybe I'm younger than you."

"Ah?" Anna opened her mouth slightly. In her impression, the mysterious knight always wore a helmet and had a hoarse voice. She thought this lord should be as old as the first generation knight.

Even Yang Minyi couldn't believe it, "Senior, you are not kidding."

Su Hong said calmly: "I am the last disciple of the Lord of the Temple. My talent can be said to be much higher than Li Pu."

Who is Li Pu? The strongest of the first generation of knights was actually called by name by this mysterious knight.

Yang Minyi was shocked and began to think about the relationship between Li Pu and this knight.

It was outrageous enough that Li Pu could fight against three sword masters in middle age. I didn't expect that there was an even more evil genius in another knight temple.

Is this true?

Yang Minyi's mind was confused for a while, but in order to delay time, he still forced himself to calm down and said: "Excuse me, what is the relationship between you and Senior Li Pu?"

Su Hong smiled. Of course, he had no relationship with Li Pu.

It is estimated that he was not born when this old senior disappeared.

But this did not prevent him from borrowing the influence of the Lord of the Temple.

"Lip should be considered my senior brother, of course, I have never met him."

"The junior brother of the Lord of the Temple?" Yang Minyi was shocked. Although he did not dare to confirm the identity of this knight so rashly, he attached great importance to him in his heart.

If there really is another Knight Temple, and this knight is really Lip's junior brother, it is undoubtedly good news for the Knight Temple.

Now is the end of the world, everyone is in danger, even the Knights Templar can hardly protect themselves, let alone follow the will of their predecessors to eliminate chaos.

The Knight Temple can have a genius who can suppress the times, and they can face the end of the world more calmly, and there may be hope to completely eliminate the disaster and welcome the new era.

"The junior brother of the first generation of the Great Knight?"

Anna stood there, her face blank.

She suddenly realized that the mysterious knight who fell in love with her might be more powerful than the first generation of knights she admired.

"But what did the Lord like about me?"

Thinking of this, her face became even more blank.

Just as the atmosphere gradually fell into a subtle silence, the medical staff pushed four wheelchairs into the training ground, and the four first-generation knights were sitting in the wheelchairs.

"Teacher." Yang Minyi greeted him.

"Stop, you 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 Knight?"

"Yes." 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 during special times."

"We old bones want to learn from you, what do you think?"

Su Hong chuckled, "I heard that there is a sword saint among you?"

"Just right, let me see how big the gap between sword saints is."

"Arrogant." Martin had a gloomy face and was about to pick up the knight's sword and stand up.

Xu Huaqing stretched out his hand to stop him and shook his head slightly.

"Let me do it." Levi stood up and laughed heartily: "Young man, although I am only a bag of bones left, I have not forgotten much of swordsmanship. At least I can still bear the title of Sword Saint."

"Why don't we have a fight?"

Under the gaze of everyone, the bald Levi stood up from the wheelchair. The moment he grasped the scabbard, his momentum suddenly changed, from a kind and funny old man to a sharp sword.

"Is this the first generation knight? So powerful..." Anna murmured.

Su Hong smiled slightly, "Not bad."

He grasped the hilt of the sword, his movements were 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 very strong."

The reason why he said Su Hong was very strong was not because he had the ability to see through disasters.

It was because of Su Hong's calmness. Ordinary people would be scared just by facing his breath, and even swordsmanship masters would be on pins and needles and fidget.

Only a fool who can't see the situation clearly can be so relaxed.

But is the knight in front of him a fool? Obviously not.

This is enough to explain why Yang Minyi was defeated the day before yesterday.

They guessed correctly, this is indeed a real swordsman.

Levi drew out the long sword and held it with both hands. His eyes were sharp, and the skinny muscles on his body swelled up like a balloon at this moment.

"Drawing the sword means life and death, trembling with fear, as if on the battlefield. Did you realize your Tao while strolling in the garden? There is no sharpness at all."

The old man roared, his arm vibrated, and the sharp edge of the sword flashed, tearing the floor and wall, and even cutting off a strand of Anna's red hair.

Su Hong held the long sword horizontally in front of him, like a towering tree growing in the center of the flood, easily splitting the raging flood.

He said lightly: "I said, there is also a gap between sword masters."

"The gap between you and me cannot be made up by momentum."

"Hahaha, then I have to watch out."

The old man stepped on the floor and rushed towards Su Hong like a cannonball.

"Clang!"

The two swords collided, and the fire splashed, illuminating the cold helmet and Levi's face.

The next second, the two seemed to have anticipated each other's actions. In the pupils of Yang Minyi and Anna, Su Hong's arms and swords turned into afterimages, leaving only the thunder-like collision sound that continued to echo.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The speed of the two swords swinging not only did not slow down, but was constantly accelerating, and even the body movements of the whole body were difficult to see clearly.

The speed of the brain's thinking gradually couldn't keep up with the instinctive actions. The sword was caught and swung completely at will, and the sharp breath tore everything apart.

Wherever the two fought, the training ground turned into a deep pit plowed out, and wood chips flew.

"The swordsmanship he used does have the shadow of the Templar swordsmanship." Xu Huaqing said in a deep voice.

Martin gripped the hilt tightly, "But this doesn't prove that he is a Templar, right?"