Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

With a roar, Angus directly put on a layer of fighting spirit armor on himself, preparing to use the purest strength to teach this brat a lesson.

Seeing this, Verin calmly took out the Sword of Anansi and let it float in the air.

A gust of breeze appeared out of thin air, blowing the corners of Weilin's clothes.

The next moment, two knights flew out of Verin's body, one on the left and one on the right.

One black and one white, exuding completely different auras, causing everyone present to talk. Some mages could not even hold back the idea of ​​studying it, but they gave it up when they thought of the statements of the Duke of Moravia and the Akers family. This thought.

If you bankrupt yourself just for a temporary interest, it's not worth it.

Looking at the two knights, one black and one white, Angus looked a little solemn. His subconscious told him that this battle was not going to be easy, but he had reached this point and it was no longer possible to retreat.

With a thought, Verin handed the Sword of Anansi to the Knight of Life.

As for the Death Knight, last time he swallowed the soul of the Crimson Storm Priest of the Church of the God of Beasts together with the scarlet breath. He is already powerful, so there is no need to use the power of weapons.

In addition, I only have the Aoki Staff left, and there is no other weapon for the Death Knight to use. I can't give it this ornament on my waist that won't last a few times.

"Father, come on!"

When Vaelin's voice sounded in Angus's ears, the two knights heard the wind and started attacking, one on the left and the other on the right.

Facing two opponents of the same level, Angus did not dare to be careless, took out his weapon and began to fight.

At the edge of the training ground, Verin stood here, quietly admiring his father's fighting posture.

Compared to Grand Duke Silvis Salaire Silvis, his father is more powerful, has rich fighting skills, and is proficient in the use of combat skills.

However, the learning abilities of the Life-Knight and the Death-Knight are particularly terrifying. The two cooperate with each other to compress Angus's space for movement.

The sound of weapons clashing resounded throughout the training ground, and the strong wind blew everyone's hair.

At this moment, no one was communicating. They were all staring at the two knights in the center of the training ground. As for Verin at the edge, they had been ignored.

On the viewing platform, the Duke of Moravia was drinking tea with a faint smile on his face and was in a very good mood.

Ankrol Moravia looked at Alyssa's surprised look and asked in a low voice: "Sister, don't you know anything about Verin?"

Alyssa came back to her senses, shook her head, and said, "I knew him well before, but now, I, the mother, don't know him at all. Maybe my father knows more than me."

Seeing this, the two of them looked at the Duke of Moravia, hoping to get some information from him.

Even Elesis and Alicia were no exception, looking at their grandfather with curiosity in their eyes.

Under the gaze of everyone, the Duke of Moravia slowly said: "Don't look at me, I don't know very well. This kid will never do it unless he does it himself. As far as I know, during the expedition, he Only three attempts were made.”

After hearing this, everyone put away their prying thoughts and watched the duel seriously.

Under the siege of the Life-Knight and the Death-Knight, Angus felt increasingly weak and had fewer and fewer means to break the situation.

At the edge of the battlefield, Weilin crossed his arms and watched his old father struggling to cope. He thought about whether to let go, but this thought only existed for a few seconds before he rejected it.

Based on his understanding of his father, letting him go would make him dissatisfied.

The battle has entered a stalemate, and neither side can do anything to the other, but for the strong men in the stands, it is a good opportunity to learn. They even hope that the father and son will fight as long as possible.

Based on the deductions from the battle scenes, many soul level warrior professionals have come up with many techniques for using fighting spirit.

"Father, can you still hold on?"

"What do you think?"

Angus glanced at Weilin several hundred meters away, flicked to the side, took a breath, and regrouped his fighting spirit armor.

Seeing this situation, Weilin decided to find another way to send his father out.

The next moment, Weilin took back the Life-Knight and Death-Knight into his body, raised the Green Wood Staff high, and silently recited: "[Giant Wood-Beast Shape-Qilin]."

In an instant, Tengman appeared out of thin air, entangled with each other in the air, forming a huge thing.

Weilin stood on the top of the giant beast, overlooking the earth. Everything seemed so small.

"This boy wants to kill his father."

This idea suddenly came to Angus's mind, but he didn't dare to relax at all, always paying attention to the movements of this traitor.

"This is definitely his biological child." The Duke of Moravia took a leisurely sip of tea, nodded, and said with emotion.

Alyssa was convinced when she heard what her father said.

As for Ankrol Moravia, he was full of questions. He didn't understand what his father said. Could it be that he was picked up if he wasn't his own child?

After a fight, Verin cleanly swept Angus out of the training ground.

The moment he saw Angus fall off the court, Verin felt a little happy in his heart, but it was enough to do this once, otherwise it would be difficult for his mother to explain it to him.

After releasing [Giant Wood-Beast Shape-Qilin], Verin flew outside the field and came to Angus, sincerely apologizing and acknowledging his mistake.

"In just a few decades, you have surpassed me. Maybe I really should retire." With a smile on his face, Angus patted Welin on the shoulder and said with some pride.

Looking at the expression on his father's face, Weilin felt that he seemed a little happy, but not because he had defeated him, but because he was about to retire.

The next moment, the stands rang with congratulations, with envy in their tone.

Not surprisingly, these golden transcendents will not have an easy time in the next few months.

"Italia, why are you staring at me like this?" In a corner of the stands, Claire looked at his wife and had a bad feeling.

Italia said seriously, "Claire, you are too weak. I will arrange a detailed training plan for you."

"I am the deputy captain of the floating battleship, and I have to..."

"Don't worry, I will let Isolde take care of your part of the affairs, don't worry."

"This..."

"Okay, it's a happy decision. Unless you can beat me one day, I will listen to you. Now you should listen to me." Italia said in an unquestionable tone.

Seeing this, Claire smiled bitterly. This is not happy at all, okay?

Unfortunately, the wife his father found for him was too strong, so strong that he was far behind her. There was no hope of defeating Italia in this lifetime.