"Oh! Look! William, a freeman from Nia Town, chose to fight without armor. Let us cheer for his courage!"

The carefully prepared quarter-finals match not only has referees, but also several loud tour guides.

At this time, the other party said in a clown-like tone: "The gods are above, I seem to see the crazy knight Xiaotag, who is alone in the legend, charging towards the Siren Giant!"

A boo suddenly came from the stage.

Many citizens shouted and roared, venting their dissatisfaction.

In their opinion, William without defense is not Bert's opponent at all. The opponent made them pay the ticket for nothing, but there was no reward for a wonderful game.

"Bert of the Taal family...I seem to remember him!"

In the stands, the Count of Blue Mountain smiled: "It seems that today is his lucky day! He met such an opponent."

"I agree with you!"

Viscount Garcia smiled the same way: "Little Bert's skills are outstanding among the knights. As long as he is baptized, he will surely become a loyal and brave real knight!"

Immediately, he seemed to have noticed something and looked at the old man in cloth robe next to him: "The Archbishop seems to have different opinions?"

"Who will receive glory? Only the Lord can decide, and we are just mortals, what can we see?"

The Archbishop said inexplicably, making Garcia frown.

To be fair, his vigilance towards the church was even higher than the Count of Blue Mountain, especially after the other party brazenly sent Adrien to participate in the competition!

Garcia has no doubt that the church has definitely reached some secret agreements and cooperation with the Count of Blue Mountain to jointly resist himself.

‘A bunch of stupid blue blood! Even my real enemy is unknown…’

Garcia was very helpless about this, but she could only sigh silently in her heart and couldn't say it.

Once he said it, if he didn't say it, the Earl of Blue Mountain would not believe it at all. He had a premonition, and things would continue to develop towards a worse side.

"Well... there are many people around, it's very lively!"

On the battlefield, Wu Ming rode a dark horse, holding a knight spear close to five meters in his hand.

But unlike the iron canned knight opposite, he was only wearing a cloth shirt and his linen hair swayed in the wind, which was quite good, which attracted many ladies to speed up the fanning movement.

"This is either an idiot, or an extremely terrifying guy!"

The other contestants all looked solemn, and Adrien stared at the center of the square without blinking: "Because there is no armor defense, there is no chance of making any mistakes. Even if the opponent is rubbed at will, he may be seriously injured!"

"What if we make a bet?"

Next to him, a handsome man smiled and said, "I bet on William to win, one hundred Jin Delong!"

"What? Could it be that your Wild Wolf Heart knows information about this William? Alfred?"

The seed players next to them immediately had a guess: "Do you have fought in the mission?"

"here we go!"

Alfred did not answer, but just held his arms and watched carefully the changes in the square.

"Law!"

After a few rounds, the two knights heard the starting order issued from the Earl Station and launched a charge almost at the same time.

The two horses seemed to turn into wind, spreading their four hooves and running at an incredible speed. With the afterimage, they were about to collide in the center of the square.

"It's now!"

Wu Ming raised his spear forward, and his amazing perception made him keenly grasp the mass, length, and center of gravity of the spear... as if it had become an arm stretching forward and part of his body.

In the martial arts of the Shenwu World, this is just a small skill that uses weapons to combine human and guns! Because it does not require the cooperation of internal energy, it is very strange and was remembered by Wu Ming.

And for so long in this world, he finally recovered some of it slightly.

Whoosh!

The two war horses were getting closer and closer, and the spear tips were opposite each other.

Bang!

The moment the two spears came into contact, Wu Ming immediately learned about all the situation of the opponent through the spear's sensing.

Bert's power, consumption, and even the center of gravity all came clearly into Wu Ming's mind.

He rolled his right hand, and the spear was filled with a strange force. He turned around with a spiral. Bert exclaimed in surprise, and the spear in his hand was swept away directly, and his whole body seemed to have lost its center of gravity, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Immediately, a severe pain came from his lower abdomen, and he flew high and fell to the ground.

"What?"

This moment happened so quickly. In the stands, Earl of Blue Mountain and Viscount Garcia stood up in surprise and rubbed their eyes again.

In their memory, the two knights just touched their spears, and Knight Bert's spear was turned to the side and was shot by William.

"Confirm that the Bert Knight has lost its combat power, the winner William!"

The referee ordered people to step forward and check Bert's injuries. He saw a blood hole in his lower abdomen. Even the armor could not stop the power of the spear. He couldn't help but shake his head and announced loudly.

The stands around were silent, and a warm whistle came immediately.

reverse!

The crowd was surging, shouting William's name, which was completely different from before!

"That shot just now!"

Adrien's face looked solemn. He recalled William's ordinary shot just now, but a little cold sweat oozed out of his forehead.

He could not see the mystery clearly, only knowing that Knight William mastered a terrible stabbing technique, and could almost kill a knight attendant who was close to the strength of a genuine knight.

Looking at Bert who was being carried down, there was a warm cheer in his ears, but Wu Ming was quite calm.

Just looking at the dying Burt, he was a little silent.

Because this person's strength is not much different from his, he did not hold back. The design of the Knight's spear was originally designed for the greatest damage.

Once you charge, even the knight's armor cannot be stopped by the material of the spear and the power of the knight!

‘Even in the previous life, gangsters fought and used swords, they were all mainly cracked and cut, and they only hurt and never died... What I fear most was to meet a naughty green who didn’t know anything. If you stab the internal organs with one knife, that would be hard for the gods to save!’

Now we are in a different world where power is esteemed. Wars and knights are all for the greatest damage to the other party, so naturally they can easily kill people.

Seeing that Bert was injured like that, Wu Ming knew that even if he could save his life, he would never have a chance with the Knights in his life. Maybe even ordinary people would not be able to compete with him.

"Awesome guy, I hope I won't fight him in the second round!"

Alfred smiled gracefully and ordered his two men to prepare for him for the final armor: "Of course, there is also you, the respected Knight of Glory!"

On the field, after a hurry to clean up, the horn of the second battle had sounded...

...

"Today's battle will only determine the top four, and tomorrow will be the real championship battle!"

Wu Ming took off his armor without any hassle, easily got into the stands, and paid attention to Alfred's game.

The boy has a handsome face and looks a bit like a sissy, but his strength is beyond doubt. He defeated his opponent like a playful game. Finally, he politely salutes the ladies in the stands, which made the ladies and the girls of Sichun scream constantly, and attracted a group of men's hostile eyes.

However, Adrien is a guy who truly abides by the rules of the knights, which is very consistent with Wu Ming's impression of the knights in his previous life. He is stereotyped, polite, brave, but a bit conservative.

"These two people have not only been baptized by the knights, but also have extremely rich skills and experience... True knights like Thakur will also be defeated if they encounter them!"

Wu Ming walked and thought: "But for me, there is no big threat!"

All-round balanced training represents comprehensiveness without shortcomings. Adding to the practice of several worlds, it is strange that he will lose.

He walked on the street and bought two meat pies. The fragrant noodles had the tempting taste of meat sauce, and sprinkled with chopped onions and pepper, which made people feel very enjoyable.

Although the price is expensive, Wu Ming still bought two immediately and ate them slowly.

The enjoyment of this world is slightly better than that of the Fusang world in his experiences, and you can imagine how bad it is.

Perhaps the nobles had all kinds of unimaginable luxury, but for him, a civilian, some status restrictions could not be eliminated with just a little means.

"After the competition, you can bring Beatres to taste..."

He thought to himself.

Since signing up, Wu Ming hid Bicui Si outside the city and left a little dry food.

I guess that little girl is now gnawing hard black bread every day, and I don’t know how to complain about her master.

"Hmm? Someone is following?"

After walking a few more streets, Wu Ming immediately discovered the tracker.

He calmly turned into a dark alley and turned around calmly: "Can the rat in the stinky ditch hide the eyes of the eagle?"

"Dear Mr. William!"

A guy in a black cloak walked out, spread his hands and showed that he had no weapons on him: "I have no malice, and... I am alone, how could I move the semi-finals of the competition?"

"What is your purpose?"

Wu Ming asked directly with a cold face.

"My master wants to see you!"

The man was straight to the point: "Just go and meet me, and the master is willing to pay a hundred Jin Delong's price or other equivalents for this!"

"Is it about tomorrow's game?"

Wu Ming said: "Yes! Take me to see!"
Chapter completed!