Ride and Cut

"But why are these boots so heavy?" Some people were still dissatisfied and continued to ask.

"It's just a steel plate inside. If you don't believe me, you can cut it open and have a look." Li Cha looked calm.

The rule is that you can't use any magic equipment, and he really doesn't. This pair of boots with steel plates is just to match his own ability, and has nothing to do with fouls, so the lord has a clear conscience.

The reason for talking nonsense is just out of the idea of ​​​​covering up one's own ability, which is beyond reproach.

——As for whether it will lead people into the gutter, and they will not be able to climb out for a lifetime, that is another matter, and it is out of the scope of discussion.

"Is that okay too?" Gerald was devastated.

"Want to learn, two hundred gold coins are the same price, teaching is not included." Li Cha winked.

"It seems that there is no controversy anymore. In the second match, the victory still belongs to Pompeii." Belluni said, "Pompeii still has three duelists, and San Jose has only the last one left. It seems that the result will be clear soon."

"Is it still necessary to fight? Or can you find a third dragon knight?" Lord Lord

This is just a joke - it was originally planned that only Prince Abel, a dragonrider envoy, would have Gerald as a backup. It was already burning incense, shit luck, and smoke from the ancestral grave. How can we expect to repeat it again and again?

Dragonriders are not Chinese cabbages after all, they can have as many as they want.

A long silence greeted him.

The third duellist is Amos, who is a member of the "Swan Guard" of the San Jose royal servants and a top player in the mission.

But the gap between him and any dragonrider was endless, so how could he win against that monster that defeated two dragonriders in a row.

There are many smart people among the envoys in San Jose. How can they not know that the chances of winning are very small at this moment, but it is also an embarrassing humiliation for them to take the initiative to admit defeat.

Amos took the initiative to stand up.

He is tall and tall, wearing light blue armor, his face is hidden under the helmet, and a white bird with wings ready to fly is depicted on the breastplate, "Swan Guardian, Amos, please advise."

"You can't beat me."

Most people say this kind of thing, which is synonymous with arrogance and madness, and should be severely condemned.

But the shadow of the famous tree came out from the mouth of the lord of the mountain castle, especially with the two dragon riders as the fresh background board, no one would feel that there was any inappropriateness.

Because this is the fact that everyone subconsciously recognizes.

"I know." Amos's eyes were as calm as lake water. Under this calmness, there was a remarkable determination hidden. "But the Swan Guardian, there are only war dead, and no one has ever surrendered."

"Lord of Alpine Fort, Li Cha." No matter what your level is, the lord always has a three-point appreciation for this kind of real toughness, "As long as you can resist a punch, I will admit defeat."

"start!"

The strong force erupted from the two legs instantly stamped out a circle of cracks on the granite floor. Li Cha's whole body has pulled out afterimages, like a mountain falling head-on, and the wind pressure alone almost suffocates Ramos.

One punched, and the other crossed his arms trying to block.

It is completely unilateral crushing!

This punch broke the crossed arms, and the two arms bearing the huge force hit the chest uncontrollably, and maybe broke a few ribs. Pushing the whole person like a kite out of control, it rolled backwards endlessly, and it barely stopped until it was more than ten yards away!

There was a sound of sucking air all around, and the visual impact brought by this pure power was too shocking.

"It's over." Li Cha shrugged, "Pastor, save people."

He has already kept this punch, but it seems that it is not enough.

"not yet……"

Li Cha suddenly turned his head and looked at the man who was standing up wobbly, "Is it worth it? You have no chance, a good fighter should know how to advance and retreat."

"Swan Guardian, no one has ever surrendered!" Ramos straightened his spine inch by inch, his helmet rolled to nowhere, and his face was covered in blood. "I still have legs, and I haven't lost yet."

"Quite kind." Li Cha suddenly grinned, showing two rows of white teeth, "I said that as long as you can withstand a punch, you will win."

Since Abel's defeat, the Pompeii envoys have fallen into a sea of ​​joy ahead of time.

They drank fine wine and toasted each other. No matter how calm people are usually, they can't help but smile because of the huge harvest.

There is no need to even watch the last duel, the victory has been secured, and there can be no accidents at all.

Then Li Cha came back.

"Let us cheer for the hero who has won three consecutive victories!" A wine glass was involuntarily stuffed into the hands of the lord, and faces, whether familiar or familiar, surrounded him with smiles on them.

"I admit defeat, and quickly send another person." Li Cha picked up his wine glass and drained it in one gulp.

The surroundings fell silent instantly, and everyone wondered if there was something wrong with their ears.

"Could it be that the third duelist in San Jose is also a master?"

This most direct idea made them feel terrified. Why did the people of San Jose equip the envoys with such luxurious military force? What exactly do they want to do?

"No, sending a sweeper up now can knock him down." The lord shrugged very casually.

Prince Schmidt's heart had not been relaxed for a while, but was tightened again: "Why is that?"

"Seeing that he is a good guy, it's just a point."

For this extremely nonsensical reason, Prince Schmidt and Bishop Paul could only look at each other.

Bishop Paul sighed, "A hopelessly romantic individual heroism."

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"What happened later?" Buckland asked with concern while eating melon seeds in Gaoshanbao one and a half months later.

"Of course he won in the end. You don't really think that Amos can make a comeback, do you?" Richard rolled his eyes, "His injury won't heal even if he uses magic for a while. We still have Griffon Knights here."

"Oh, that's true."

"Okay, okay, I know you're going to criticize me again, old man." Seeing Buckland lost in thought, Li Cha had a headache, and quickly said to himself before he started nagging, "I understand that the most sensible way is to simply knock down the opponent and securely win the victory, so as not to create any moths."

"However, winning was a bit inflated at the time, so I just let it go casually." The Lord Lord paralyzed his hands.

"No, I really have to say, this approach is actually quite clever." The old white tiger said slowly while pondering: "The more casual and personal this approach is, the more people talk about it when it spreads, and it will definitely bring you more fame."

"Hey, I didn't think about it so much." The lord was a little embarrassed to be praised, "I just like him, and I think he is sure to win anyway, so I will give him a point to make things easier."

"Okay, you're a bit of a hero now."

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