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No matter what the cause of this battle was, it was an interesting pastime for the nobles present.

Intelligent creatures are inherently fond of watching savage fights, and the self-proclaimed noble high elves are no exception.

There are Colosseum and Gladiator Arena on the outskirts of Silvermoon City, and the nobles occasionally go to watch them in their spare time.

In the eyes of most of the nobles who don't know the inside story, this royal duel is just for entertainment, it doesn't matter who wins or loses, as long as the fight is exciting enough.

But in the eyes of stakeholders such as the Sun King and Dar'Khan, this duel can be seen to some extent as the first head-to-head game between the Sun King and the newborn Silvermoon Council.

Anasterian didn't know much about Matis Flamehawk, but had only heard of the name by chance...in the information related to Sharlayan.

Looking at Sharlayan, who was as immobile as a mountain, Matis could not find any flaws in his seemingly ordinary posture.

Matis's face was full of fighting spirit, and his expression was clearly reflected by the gleaming twin swords.

"Half-elf, I have been waiting for this battle for 10 years, 10 years! Do you know how I have spent these 10 years!"

Before Sharlayan could reply, the barrage began to flicker.

"Playing with the blue moon?"

"Crap! Don't be ridiculous, there is a picture."

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Sharlayan tilted his head in confusion: "Who are you?"

"ha?!"

Matis was stunned for a moment, then shouted angrily, "I'm Matis Yanying! Don't you remember me!"

"Um……"

Sharlayan rummaged through the memories in his mind, but couldn't find anyone who matched this face.

"Sorry, don't remember."

"you!"

Matis, who was originally high-spirited, lost his mind on the spot.

He has been thinking about his "old enemy" for 10 years, but the other party doesn't take himself seriously at all. This is undoubtedly a heavy blow to him.

"Heh~ hahaha! I admit, you are very irritating!"

"If you did it on purpose, congratulations, your goal has been achieved!"

Mattis worked hard to adjust his breath, and stared at Sharlayan even more sharply.

"I will use the weapon in my hand to remind you, accept it!"

The wind spells simulated by arcane linger around Mathis, speeding up his action speed for a certain period of time.

At the same time Mathis kicked the ground with his right foot and started, Sharlayan clenched his swords tightly and let out a low growl, and the crimson anger ripples spread rapidly outward from him.

"Grand thief! Grandpa is here!"

Mattis: "???"

"Hahahahaha! No way, I'm going to die laughing!"

"Which of you taught the slang? I want to say... well done!"

"I really use the battle roar as a taunt, 6 get a batch."

The words Sharlayan yelled out were in translated Salas language, and of course Mathis could understand them.

"hateful!"

Matis, who has been well-educated since childhood, can't swear at all, and his vocabulary of cursing is extremely poor.

"clang!"

The shining long sword collided with Sharlayan's great sword, and their bodies shook at the same time.

Matis felt the shock force from the weapon, and his beating heart immediately settled down.

‘His strength can’t crush me, it can! '

Sharlayan, who had more experience in actual combat, quickly stabilized his posture, and Mathis only took half a step back.

Just as Sarlayan was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, Matis, who had not yet stood still, cut the other long sword in his left hand across, blocking Sarlayan's counterattack intention.

However, in this retreating posture, it was difficult for Matis to exert all his strength.

Stopping in his tracks and slashing with the long sword in the middle of the big sword, Sharlayan exploded with force the moment the weapons of both sides collided.

The left-handed sword Matis used to block was swung away forcefully without any surprise.

The sharp magic sword left a small chip on the blade of the poor-quality Phoenix sword, but Sharlayan didn't care about it.

"Who said that a sword without a sharpened edge has no lethality?"

"call!"

The powerful vertical chop made Matis' face change drastically, and he mobilized the magic power in his body as quickly as possible.

"flash!"

A burst of blue-purple arcane light flashed in front of Sharlayan's eyes, and Mathis had already crossed the space in a small area and appeared behind him. The magic sword in his right hand turned around and stabbed straight, and blue-purple arcane missiles spewed out from the tip of the sword.

"Heh~ It really is the third child, there is no surprise."

Accurately withdraw the Phoenix Great Sword, and put the broad sword body behind the back in the posture of retracting the sword to its sheath, just blocking Matis's "sneak attack" from behind.

Lor'themar, who was watching the battle, raised his eyebrows in surprise: "How does it feel... Sharlayan has fought against this man before, as if he knows every move and style of him?"

"No no no."

Halduron waved his hand and said: "I don't know if Sharlayan and Mattis Flamehawk had a feud before, but I can be sure that he can easily break each other's moves, not because he has fought with him before, but because It’s because I know too much about the shooting habits of the magic swordsman profession.”

"How do you think Sharlayan got the name of War Mad? He earned it in battle after battle. The number of magic swordsmen that that kid has fought against must be no less than two digits."

Halduron twitched the corners of his mouth gloatingly: "If this Matis doesn't have some fresh tricks, there won't be any suspense in this battle."

"Boom!"

Repelling Mathis' attack, Sharlayan slammed his feet on the ground, and launched a heroic leap with his back to the enemy, bouncing high from the ground.

Amid the exclamations of the surrounding noble audience, Sarlayan quickly approached a white jade pillar in the venue like a cannonball, and turned over in mid-air to adjust his posture.

"boom!"

While stepping on the pillar, Sharlayan launched his charge skill, and in just a second, charged forward again in front of Matis in a frontal impact posture.

At this time, Matis had just turned around, and only had time to put the double swords on his chest to make a defensive move.

"clang!!"

Another clash of arms.

The result of this collision was completely different from the previous one. Matis, who thought he had figured out the details of Sharlayan, was sent flying backwards by this powerful blow.

'How can it be! Did this guy do it on purpose...'

"Fuck, it's a showdown. I won't act anymore. My master is stronger than you."

"The poor child, the flower in the greenhouse, has not yet received the beating of reality, and has been crushed by Sharlayan, an old fritter, in terms of combat experience and wisdom."

After hanging his feet in the air for a while, he stabilized his center of gravity and landed. Mathis, who was uncertain about surprise, staggered a few steps in embarrassment, and finally stopped his backward momentum.

"Bah!"

The double swords inserted into the marble floor drew two long marks, and Matis, who came to a stop, took a heavy breath, with lingering fear in his eyes.

"Oh, I remembered."

Sharlayan casually carried the unsharp Phoenix sword on his shoulder, and looked thoughtfully at the half-kneeling enemy.

"You, did you have a fight with me when you were young? I remember the bridge of your nose..."

"shut up!"

Mattis angrily stopped Sharlayan, who hadn't finished speaking, but the meaning of his words was obvious enough, and the nobles watching the battle began to whisper, and from time to time, they could hear low-pitched chuckles.

"That's right!"

Mathis blushed and shouted: "We lost both sides in that battle, but this time, I will definitely defeat you!"

"Both lose?"

Sharlayan scratched his head suspiciously: "It is true that I was also injured, but you can still be beaten down four times against one...Are you sure this can be regarded as a mutual injury?"

"Ah..."

"I'm starting to feel sorry for this kid, the childhood nightmare is about to reappear."

"233, so Sharlayan has been a demon king in the world since he was a child?"

"It's normal. It's a strange thing not to be targeted as a half-elf in Silvermoon City."

"If people think they are weak and can be bullied, they will intensify their efforts later. Sharlayan can only fight back with tough methods to let the enemy know that they are not easy to mess with."

"This is called ending war with war."

Behind Darkan, Pan Luoxi's expression changed a little.

"So, this junior of the Yanying family is one of the descendants of the great nobles who were beaten by that half-elf?"

Darkan: "...Yes, keep reading."

The expression on his face was very calm, but Darkan's psychology was very helpless, he was very dissatisfied with this one-sided battle.

'Haven't you grown much in the past 10 years? You can't even find out the details of that kid, useless trash! '