The face of the handsome young man changed.
Dudian used chivalry to force him.
He really had no reason to back down.
Anger suddenly surged in his heart, and he was about to agree when the girl next to him suddenly said: "Vikander is just a guest who came to congratulate you.
There is no reason for a guest to end up in person.
You men will inevitably be hurt when you spar.
If you hurt him , it will inevitably be a bit rude.”
Seeing the girl catch the words skillfully, Dudian narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "Really, since even a beautiful lady like you can see that he will be injured by me, then there is really no need to spar. , After all, you need to have some interactions to add to the fun.
If you beat him one-sidedly, you will lose your dignity."
As he spoke, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a slight sarcastic arc.
He was facing away from the other nobles at the moment, and no one noticed the change in his expression.
However, the handsome young man Vikander and the girl could see clearly.
The girl frowned and was about to speak again when Vikander suddenly snorted coldly and said: "Since you are so confident, I would like to learn a lesson about hunting."
Is it really as powerful as the rumors say?”
Dudian waved his hand, shook his head and said: "I can't do it, so as not to hurt you.
This lady can see that you are no match for me, so why do you try to be brave?"
The girl frowned.
She was trying to excuse Vikander, but she didn't expect that her words would become the basis for Dudian's attack, which made Vikander unable to get off his feet.
"Whether you can win or not can only be known by competing."
Vikander's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he said: "Just think of it as adding to the fun of Chief Fulin.
You have to be careful.
If you are stabbed by my sharp sword, Don’t blame me for not reminding you.”
Dudian shook his head and said, "I'm afraid of hurting you and losing your face."
"Since it's a competition, it's normal to get injured.
You should be more careful."
Vikander slowly grasped the thin sword at his waist, pulled it out inch by inch, and said in a cold voice: "Get ready to start."
"Master, no," a middle-aged knight behind quickly stopped him in a low voice.
Vikander's face darkened and he said: "Don't stop me."
The middle-aged knight glanced at him and sighed, knowing that he was by no means impulsive, but was forced into a situation where he had to fight by the boy who was a few years younger than him.
He couldn't help but be filled with hatred for Dudian.
Seeing that what had happened, the girl next to her sighed, took a deep look at Dudian, took a few steps back, and under the protection of the Maier family knights behind her, came to the edge of the hall to avoid being accidentally injured.
The smile on Dudian's face slowly faded, he looked at him quietly and made a gentleman's gesture: "Please" Vikander saw a flaw in his armpit, shouted low, and suddenly stood up and stabbed out with his sword.
With a whoosh, Dudian's body, which had just made the gesture, swayed suddenly, as fast as an afterimage, bypassing Vikander's sword, and approached him with a single arrow step, their eyes facing each other.
Vikander's pupils tightened.
Although he expected the hunter's physique to be extraordinary, he didn't expect it to be so far beyond his own.
Just as he was about to block with his sword, he saw Dudian's palm swinging towards him quickly.
With a snapping sound, Vikander's body took several steps back.
He staggered and almost fell.
His neck was slightly twisted to the side.
On his handsome and fair face, his skin color suddenly turned slightly rosy.
It was just a rosy outline, but it was a slap mark. .
"Bold" The middle-aged knight who was watching from behind rushed out in a hurry, stopped in front of Vikander, drew his sword from his waist and pointed it at Dudian angrily, shouting: "Damn civilians, don't kneel down yet" Dudian said quickly: "Are you okay?
Are you okay?
Are you injured?"
Vikander, who was dizzy for a while, came back to his senses, only to feel the burning pain on his cheek.
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At this moment, when he heard Du Dian's words, a surge of anger ran straight from the bottom of his heart to his forehead.
He turned around and was about to rebuke, but when he saw Du Dian, he almost burst out.
A mouthful of blood.
I saw Dudian holding his palm, looking at the five fingers with concern, worry and seriousness, and said repeatedly: "Did it hurt you?
Does it hurt?
I'm sorry, I shouldn't let you suffer like this." what is provocation What is too much bullying?
Vikander felt that his lungs were about to burst with anger, especially when he saw the stunned looks of the nobles and their children behind Dudian from the corner of his eye.
He felt the blood all over his body was boiling.
Although there was no mirror, he could imagine how he felt at this moment.
It's embarrassing and embarrassing.
"Kill, kill him," Vikander gritted his teeth and roared angrily.
Hearing this, the middle-aged knight clenched his sword and stared at Dudian with a cold gaze.
He suddenly stepped forward with an arrow and swept the sword continuously, as fast as a stream of light.
The shadow of the sword could even be seen in the air.
Dudian's eyes narrowed, and he didn't expect that the physique of this middle-aged knight was extraordinary.
He should be close to the physique of an intermediate hunter, but he didn't know if there were any magic marks in his body.
Thinking of this, he decided to fight quickly.
He stepped back continuously and suddenly raised his hands to feint attack, but the actual move was to sweep away with his feet.
The middle-aged knight slashed at Dudian's wrist with his long sword.
Dudian did not expect to stop midway, but he was extremely experienced.
He quickly thought that the killing move must be the opposite of a feint.
This idea flashed through his mind almost instantly, and his lower body instinctively retreated.
Go and escape Dudian's kick in a thrilling way.
Dudian missed a hit, but was not stunned.
Instead, he quickly stepped forward and raised his hand to pinch his arm.
"Open it."
The middle-aged knight's arm shook, trying to ward off Dudian's fingers.
However, the next moment he felt severe pain coming from the pinched part of his arm, as if it was pierced by several sharp thorns.
He couldn't help but turn pale with fear.
Raise your other hand to relieve yourself.
Dudian reacted quickly, grabbed his other hand with his right hand, pointed his toes, raised his head and hit him hard on the bridge of the nose.
With a bang, the middle-aged knight's head tilted back and blood spurted out from his nose.
Dudian took this opportunity to raise his right hand and hit his pinched arm hard at the elbow.
There was a clear and crisp click, and the sword was holding the sword.
The arm suddenly bent in a terrifying posture.
The middle-aged knight screamed, his palm loosened in pain, and the sword fell to the ground with a clang.
The other three knights did not expect that their captain would be defeated in a confrontation, so they hurriedly drew their swords and rushed forward.
Dudian punched out with his left hand, hitting the chest, knocking the middle-aged knight away.
He turned around and looked coldly at the three knights who were rushing over.
The cold murderous intent in his eyes was like a wild beast that escaped from the reins, which actually made the three knights alive.
He stopped, held his sword tightly, and looked at Dudian with a trembling face.
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