"Milestone: Duel Master enables you to defeat 1 opponent in the duel arena.
You still need to defeat 5 opponents in total to obtain the title of Duel Master."
The identification was thrown out when the person saluted.
Zhao Qian's hand tightened on the long sword that had been in his hand since he arrived.
A prompt came from my wrist.
"Louis Lee Meade French nobility: lord Height 6 feet 182 meters, weight 80kg Strength: 6 points Agility: 6 points Physical strength: 5 points Perception: 7 points Charisma: 6 points Intelligence: 5 points Spirit: 5 points Basic melee v2, basic footwork v2, basic endurance v1, foil mastery v1.
E-level special ability: Predictive parry Prejudgment and parry: His long dueling career has given Louis a rare dueling experience.
He can judge the next step in the duel through some subtle movements of the opponent's hand raising. " Not bad.
Zhao Qian looked at his opponent's attributes and gave a salute in the same manner.
"You are strong."
The next second, when he raised his head, the man's long sword had already stabbed him, faster than the words in his mouth.
This looks more like a means of distracting the opponent.
If this situation were placed in a real-world fencing match, his opponent could have called the referee for violating the rules.
But, in this kind of place, this kind of duel ground.
As a witness to the noble duel, the referee, although he is also a high-ranking noble, will never go down to such a place where his own safety may be endangered at any time.
In fact, the legendary referee was sitting in the audience.
The auditorium is located in one of the best stands in the place.
But he didn't place bets like the other crazy nobles around him.
Because he is the biggest bookmaker on the handicap of this duel.
According to some private rules among Parisian aristocrats, although the nobleman who is the witness or referee can act as the banker, he must not bet on any of the participants in the duel.
Violators will also be ostracized by the nobles and may have their titles removed.
This nobleman who had been pampered for a long time looked at the audience with squinted eyes, as if he was deaf to the dirty words in his ears.
In his eyes, he could clearly see that Louis, who had rich experience in dueling, took the lead.
But this is not a violation because the ritual has been performed.
His eyes moved to look at Zhao Qian who was still in a daze on the other side and raised his head.
The life or death of the foreign mixed-race child in his eyes was determined.
It seems that there will be another young corpse in a tomb on the outskirts of the city.
"ding dong" The instinctive reaction of the limbs can be regarded as a habit of Zhao Qian to master the foil sword skills carefully.
The sword in his hand, which would have been completely useless in a war, was just three inches away.
The sudden sword stabbed straight into the slender sword in the hand of this foreign nobleman.
It seemed like he was supposed to be stabbed there.
"but" Zhao Qian’s opponent was disappointed, Lewis gritted his teeth.
He wanted to say something else.
Even if he had the upper hand, it seemed to be of no use.
Because Zhao Qian's combat experience is not bad.
On the contrary, he is estimated to be much richer than all these people present.
Whether it's a street fight or a fight to the death.
With a flick of his wrist, the sword blade in his hand knocked.
Zhao Qian watched his opponent take a few steps back.
His face was expressionless, but his heart was filled with interest.
He took a small step forward, holding the slender foil sword in his hand like a sword flower.
The sword stabbed out without any warning when Louis' expression was solemn, like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, waiting to move when the time comes.
Once worn.
It's impossible for him to have already resisted.
Zhao Qian looked at his opponent.
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He originally planned to use this guy to practice foil more, but who knew that his body couldn't keep up with his thoughts.
In his eyes, he could almost see any flaws in the movements of the person opposite him at a glance.
Obviously, his eyes were looking this way.
Who knows.
He looked at the fallen body in front of him and shook his head.
The movements were actually incoherent in this situation.
It probably had a lot to do with the sudden sword thrust that stabbed him just now.
Blood splattered on the ground.
"Your stabbing caused 50 points of damage to Li Mide.
Since it was a vital part, it produced additional critical damage.
The actual damage was 100 points."
"Your opponent Li Meide's current health value is 50."
"Your opponent Li Meade is dead."
"Milestone: You have defeated 26 opponents in total.
You still need to defeat 4 opponents to obtain the milestone title."
A little black spot spread along something on his body to his fingertips, a tattoo.
Zhao Qian glanced at the tadpoles that were like water drops sliding down the foil hanging from his hand without showing any expression.
It fell on the body on the ground and soon disappeared.
"Your magic pattern activates nutrients and improves in certain aspects."
The duel field was already silent at this moment.
No one expected that Louis, a dueling aristocrat who was well-known in the Paris duel arena, would die under the sword of this unknown stranger in front of him.
"Well done boy, you made me a full 5,000 gold francs."
There was a sound of joy in the audience, like a drop of water falling into a pan, which instantly caused the nobles who had suppressed Louis to win to "explode".
The continuous curses could be heard even from a distance.
More nobles were awakened, and some elegant gentlemen who had not participated in gambling stood up and applauded this warrior who only loved duels.
For a time, a farce full of sentient beings was staged in the audience.
"Quiet" After the duel came to an end, the Duke of Chelsea stood up from the chairman's seat in the auditorium.
As a witness of the duel, he wanted to announce the final result.
The audience around him gradually calmed down after Chelsea stood up.
Everyone present knows the rules.
Except for the occasional few guys who lost some money and were still chattering without knowing what happened, everyone kept their mouths shut.
"I declare that the final winner of this duel is" Zhao Qian heard the sound and looked wherever he went.
"boom" There was a loud noise, and something caused the public stage, which had been quiet again, to explode.
He stood over the body and watched.
The sudden burst of fire instantly engulfed the guy who stood up to speak.
The screams of being hit by flying stones or other objects, women's screams, cries for help, and other more chaotic sounds echoed on the stage.
As Zhao Qian watched, a piece of gravel flew to his feet.
He hit the shoes on his feet and stopped.
He knew what it was just now.
An explosion: