The King of Knights

“Hmph! A bunch of cowards! The knight king, yes. I heard that you have a lot of stakes, and I accept your duel. Before you challenge Cuchulain, it’s time for you to practice. Come and fight me, Knight King. ”

The three-meter-tall giant roared, and with all the force of his body, the nobleman’s dress suddenly burst on the spot, revealing the rock-like muscles of his upper body.

Seeing such a discordant scene in front of him, Lucifer held Anna in his arms in advance to prevent her eyes from being polluted.

“Has your brain been severely shrunk because of your height? Or is it that your brain is only left with muscles, and you don’t understand what I just said. Lucifer said to the giant in front of him.

At this time, Gluck seemed to react. His gaze looked at Tristan, and he walked a few steps and directly picked up the gloves on the ground.

“Him? Good! Defeating him will challenge you? I just beat one more person anyway, so it’s my warm-up exercise. Walk! Boy, I’ll go below. ”

After that, the giant came directly to the guardrail, he jumped over the guardrail and jumped directly from the sky.

The height of more than ten meters from the ground is trivial for this giant. His whole person fell from the sky like a rock and hit the ground directly. Suddenly, a cloud of dust rose in the training ground.

His hand caused a pretty good visual effect. The soldiers who were training in the training ground all stopped their movements and looked at Gluck. They let out enthusiastic cheers.

At this time, Tristan did not jump with it, he turned to look at Lucifer. Hope to get the king’s permission.

Lucifer nodded slightly in agreement. Tristan saluted and walked to the guardrail. He also jumped down from the guardrail, only his movements were not as exaggerated as Marquis Gluck, and his movements were very elegant and light. Even when your feet hit the ground, you don’t see dust under your feet.

In the face of the upcoming duel, the soldiers in training have completely stopped training, and they are shouting to cheer for their heroes. Gluck did not start the duel immediately, he looked at the weapon rack next to him, and finally chose a two-handed giant axe that opened the edge.

He held the giant axe in one hand, as if it was not enough, and went to find a single-edged giant axe.

Holding a giant axe, he is bare-chested, with his fierce face, the whole gives people the feeling of a berserker.

Compared to the count’s fierce appearance, Tristan looked much more normal. Or perhaps too weak, he took out his bow. If you only look at it from the outside, you can see through the strength of two people at a glance.

However, the battle is not that whoever is big is strong.

“Boy, it’s your bad luck to meet me. I hate little white faces like you the most, with a face you can calmly return between ladies and ladies and do whatever you want on them, but a man as wonderful as me is hated by them as soon as he gets close. Damn, what’s the use of being handsome, it’s not flattened by me. Men can fight is the skill. I will repair you well, but don’t blame me, blame your timid king.” Gluck’s axe in his right hand was pointed at Tristan, his expression distorted.

His words did not provoke much reaction from Tristan.

“Because of jealousy, you are unrecognizable, and in the end you can’t even see your own appearance, and in the end you can only become a beast.” What a sad story. Tristan closed his eyes as always. It looks very like a bard.

And his words undoubtedly angered Gluck in front of him even more.

“Abominable! You are still a poet, unforgivable, absolutely not forgiving a handsome poet. Look at me immediately squandering your face. In a fit of rage, Gluck swung his axe and rushed towards Tristan.

In the corridor connecting the ground training ground to the lounge, Cuchulin and Dilumudo quietly observed the duel.

“Is that guy Gluck stimulated by something, why hasn’t he become like a crazy demon pig for a while?” Although he was stupid enough before. Cuchulin leaned against the wall and said speechlessly.

“I heard that his fiancée seems to have eloped with a handsome bard. Perhaps there was a reason for this, which is why he only now became about to hit someone when he saw a handsome face. Dilumudo said what he had heard.

Cuchulin looked at the giant over there again, his eyes full of sympathy and, of course, more schadenfreude. Finally, he reminded his friends.

“Then you have to be careful, Radiant Look.”

To say that the handsome guy, the brush in front of you is handsome, or quite excessive.

“It’s okay, he can’t beat me. Compared to him, Britain’s [Demon String] is indeed a tricky opponent. Dilumudo’s gaze was more on Tristan.

“That weird attack method can be launched with just a finger, which is quite insidious.” Cuchulin also carefully observed Tristan.

Gluck over there was already covered in blood, but Tristan was not even injured. The gap between the two is clear at a glance.

Of course, Cuchulin felt that the reason for this overwhelming gap was related to the way the two sides fought. Otherwise, Gluck, although his strength is not as good as Tristan, he will not be hanged.

His heart also began to think about the method of cracking the [Demon String]. That kind of invisible attack, just like cutting tofu next to the weapon rack with ordinary weapons, he didn’t think that it was fun for that thing to touch the body.

The battle below naturally also reflected in the eyes of those watching the battle above.

“It seems that the so-called knighthood can not judge a person’s own strength or weakness, think about it, if a country can only judge a person’s strength by knighthood, then the country is almost finished.”

Lucifer smiled, his words seemed to be talking to himself, but they meant something.

Naturally, Kurajin’s face was even more ugly. Seeing that the people they were expecting were hanged, these nobles felt that their faces were a little unbearable. They are not as good as Lucifer in terms of force, so they want to find a sense of presence in other aspects.

“No matter how powerful a person is, in the end, it is just one person, and his ability to defeat Gluck does not mean that he can defeat thousands of troops. Besides, what about being powerful, you can’t only be someone else’s subordinate. Kurakin could only barely say this at this time to comfort himself.

“That’s right, what nobles like me need is never force. That kind of stuff is too superficial to suit us at all. The blood of nobles such as me is naturally noble, and naturally there is no need to compare with the inferiors. Paul Kansky immediately nodded and agreed.

At this time, Rostov became like a chicken blood.

“Speaking of blood, I just remembered. It seems that His Majesty the Knight King is not a descendant of the former royal family at all, and there is no royal blood on his body. He looked at Lucifer haughtily, his tone full of superiority.

At this moment, he found himself surpassing the Knight King. To surpass a king is exciting to think about.