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Before Kankan's raised palm could be completely stabilized, the kick that swept over like a sickle slammed on his unclosed fingers, breaking his middle finger and ring finger.

And Grace, who was hit hard by the fist, also stomped heavily with the physical touch from his feet, and flew backwards under the force of the kick, and fell to the ground.

What was that just now...?

Feeling the severe pain from his hand, Kraft also looked at Grace who got up from the ground in some astonishment, thinking in his heart.

He was quite sure that Grace's subconscious had absolutely no reaction to the punching signal.

Could it be that it was just a conditioned reflex at the moment of being attacked...

Impossible, this is no longer something that ordinary knights can do, even that Will Marina can't do it......

Who is this guy in front of me...

And Grace, who slowly stood up from the ground, also frowned deeply, looking at Kraft who was standing in the distance.

The punch just now still made his head ache, but at the end of the day, he instinctively kicked back to avoid a little bit of damage.

But what happened to the sense of disobedience that arose from the very beginning of the battle......

When he attacked for the first time, he seemed to have completely seen through his stabbing trajectory, and easily bound the ring formed by the chain to his short blade.

It was the same with every attack he made after that, not like Neil, who resisted every move at will, but as if there was no time difference at all, and he followed the standard procedure he was already familiar with, catering to his own actions.

Kraft Hofen.......Behind his back, there seems to be something hidden......

Grace glanced at the dagger that had been thrown aside, then looked at Kraft who was rushing towards him, and immediately stepped forward, waving the dagger in his hand.

Although it stands to reason that the movement of Kraft's hands is very inconvenient when he is shackled by chains, Grace should have the upper hand with a relatively lighter short blade.

But just as the chain was used to roll up the swung blade before, the chain between the arms is like a flexible third hand, with a flexibility that the human body cannot achieve, and it becomes a line in front of Kraft. The silver snake guarding its master frantically repelled the approaching short blade.

And the metal handcuffed on his wrists also became Kraft's armor, which could easily block any attacking weapons with his thick arms.

The length of the chain seems to be a ruler. As long as it is within this range, it is Kraft's absolute defense. No matter how tricky Angle Grace attacks, he will be resisted by his actions like a prophet.

Not long after, Grace, who had been attacking all the time, had many scars caused by the twitching of the chain and the beating of iron tools.

And Kraft, who seemed to have a calm face, couldn't help but drop a drop of cold sweat on his forehead.

Sure enough, the guy in front of him is like an old soldier who has gone through hundreds of battles. The fighting instinct that has been integrated into his soul directly skips his subconscious that can be peeped by the eyes of the sky, and abruptly ends every battle he has. All the ultimate moves were resolved, and even took this opportunity to launch a counterattack against himself.

Once again, he was hit hard in the chest by the opponent's kick that went beyond his own consciousness, and Kraft, who stepped back several steps, felt the stabbing pain from his face being scratched by the short blade. Feeling the pain, he couldn't help subconsciously looking at the audience around him.

It's not good... Whether it's me or the person in front of me, the strength displayed has gradually begun to transcend the normal competition category...

The pain from being kicked in the chest just now also made his breathing become slightly short of breath.

But...it's more interesting this way...

Even Kraft himself didn't realize that an excited smile had gradually appeared on his face.

I don't know if it's because he has been forbearing all the time, or it's just his nature. Even Kraft himself doesn't know when it started, and the battle gradually became a kind of enjoyment.

And the person in front of him brought this feeling of fighting, which made him even more excited.

Sure enough, fighting is the way it should be...

It's just a pity that this is in the middle of a public game.

Sky Eye, activate.

When Grace rushed towards Kraft, on his forehead covered by bangs, an eye that no one could notice slowly opened like a sleeping beast.

And at that moment, a wave of consciousness flooded into his mind.

Grace's thoughts and thoughts are completely in his eyes, and any of his next attacks will never escape his eyes.

However, with the memory read in his consciousness, Kraft's eyes couldn't help but widen.

The things contained in it made him feel as if he had returned to the ruins, and the entire world view was overturned.

Under the shock, Kraft also instinctively let go of the restrained strength. The moment Grace bullied him, the chain moved ahead of time, and with the infusion of magic power, the blade in his hand was completely wiped out. Crushed into a piece of scrap iron.

And Grace himself flew out under the storm generated by the chain, and fell to the ground like a rag.

"I surrender......."

In the astonished eyes of Kraft, who was panting because of the emotional agitation just now, Grace silently raised his hand and spoke.

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Sure enough, there are no more postings and comment codes, and there is no enthusiasm (sorrow)]

Volume 267 Brave Performance Competition: Chapter 266 Chapter [-] Predicting the Future

"That guy Kraft, did the battle just now really deal with a knight?"

Seeing the two people walking towards the audience, Alamelia's expression became weird, and she looked at Euphemia who was frowning beside her.

"However, this Grace under your command is quite strong. Looking at his fighting posture, he seems to be quite experienced. Is he still just a knight?"

"It's one of the better knights of our knight order..."

Silently hiding the video props for Regina in her pocket, Euphemia nodded and said perfunctorily.

At this time, her brows were also deeply frowned, looking at the ground that had been restored to levelness under the magic of the earth magicians.

Unlike other outsiders, Euphemia and others who are familiar with Grace know that Grace may be the strongest in the whole of Loharin in terms of combat experience and awareness.

Because of this, the somewhat embarrassed and hasty fighting posture just now was absolutely abnormal for him and could no longer be abnormal.

Losing is not a problem, but the question is, why did you lose in that way...?

Could it be that there is something weird about that Kraft...

But before she recovered from her thoughts, another piece of news, like a bomb, caused an uproar in the audience.

The Pain Knights of the Huofen family announced their abstention from the competition.

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"Father......."

Under the sound of the jingling of iron chains, Kraft also slowly walked to the room of his father, Terrence Horfen.

"Craft, your performance in the game made some people start to move."

His words made Kraft bow slightly.

"Father, I'm very sorry."

"You should know that since you killed the assassination troops who came to attack, although I forcibly suppressed you, the nobles of the Senate have never stopped suppressing us."

"If it wasn't for the fact that the current religious order turned a blind eye to us out of utilitarianism, maybe the Huofen family would have been expelled long ago."

Terrence looked at Kraft in front of him, and said slowly.

"I have already announced my abstention from the Knights' competition, so all you have left is the one-on-one challenge of the brave. Remember, this time you can neither perform too abnormally nor too mediocrely. After those old guys are relieved, they will directly admit defeat."

"Yes........"

Seeing that there seemed to be a slight strangeness in Kraft's tone, Terrence couldn't help asking.

"What's wrong? Is there anything else you don't understand?"

"No, it's nothing, it's just...my next opponent is..."

"Neil Ron."

Terrence shook his head slightly, looked at his slightly widened eyes, and said.

"You don't need to care about his entanglement with Northculem and the royal family. The only thing you need to consider is how to better hide yourself."

"Craft, this is not only for you, but also for the Huofen family and the Knights of Pain."

"Yes, I see, Father."

After Kraft finished speaking, Terrence turned around, and he voluntarily withdrew from the room and started walking towards his house.

Neil Ron...a soul from another world....

Recalling the memories that emerged at that moment, Kraft's hands could not help but clenched subconsciously.

Could it be that the inner demon hidden in the depths of his consciousness is also the influence of chaos...

He was thinking about it in his heart, but there was still nothing unusual on the surface, he just moved towards his room calmly and steadily like water.

Kraft naturally felt the hostility coming from the surroundings.

After he killed the attacking assassination troops, they lived in this mansion like shadows everywhere, dwelling like parasites.

During the few years of forbearance, their surveillance has also weakened a little bit, and following today's game, they are like frightened birds, letting the eyes of the sky keep warning them of the malice that seems to be able to reach the back of the neck.

Once they make any abnormal movements, they will rush forward without even thinking about death, and kill themselves as a threat.

And the Senate behind them will completely crush the Huofen family.

It seemed that before the match against that Neil Ron, he could only maintain a state of confinement isolated from the outside world.

It's just that even he himself didn't realize it, and a glimmer of expectation gradually began to appear in his heart.

The battle with Grace is still like this, so what kind of fun can the match with that Neil Ron bring...

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"Neil, that Kraft Hofen may have the ability to predict the future."

After unexpectedly winning due to the opponent's abstention, Grace, who returned to the stronghold, also called Neil into the reception room, and said in a serious tone.

"Predict the future, are you sure?"

Hearing what Grace said, Neil couldn't help but frowned.

Although he also felt that Grace's appearance was a bit strange while watching the game, but if he could predict the future...

"At first I was just guessing, but after the last blow, I finally became convinced."

Grace also nodded and said solemnly.

"Before I reacted, he had already taken countermeasures and completely repelled me."

"It's just that I suspect that this should be a subconscious behavior, because when faced with some of my subconscious instincts, his defense will become perfunctory.",

While recalling his experience in the battle, he frowned and analyzed.

"According to my estimation, maybe the future he can peek at is about 1 second each time, or maybe this is the limit time his consciousness can keep up with."

"Foretell the future..."

Neil also sighed, considering that there are also records of prophecy on the monster side, so what Grace said is not a fantasy at all.

Moreover, his opponent tomorrow is that Kraft Hofen.

After abstaining, Neil also tried to go to the Huofen family's territory to talk to Kraft directly, but the housekeeper refused the interview on the grounds that he was in retreat.

Could it be that Kraft, who had expected this, planned to visit him last night...

Forget it, no matter what, as long as you are on the field, you will have plenty of opportunities to talk.

Volume 268 Brave Show Competition: Chapter 267 Chapter [-] Candice's Viewpoint

"Mr. Kyle, if you need anything else, please tell me in time."

Looking at the smiling Candice in front of him, Harold, who was hidden under the mask, couldn't help flashing a strange color in his eyes.

But after all, he was still on the way to disguise, so he just nodded with a smile.

"Thank you, Your Highness Candice, for your concern, but it's just a small injury, and it's not serious to the body..."

"Then how can I do it!?"

The way Candice interrupted his words anxiously made the strangeness in Harold's eyes even deeper.

"What if you leave a dark wound? You are Neil's father, and you have shown great kindness to our royal family. If it really affects our future life because of our lack of care, I, as Neil and Yuffie, Mia's friends, I don't have the face to see them again."

"Uh...then I will trouble you..."

So why do you, a third princess, care so much about a middle-aged patriarch...  

Harold, who nodded on the surface, couldn't help thinking helplessly in his heart.

The caring look of asking for warmth is not so much taking care of the benefactor as it is taking care of the father-in-law. …