"I'm ready now, where are you, Venetians?" Vibius picked up the broadsword that he threw aside. Although the sword was covered with notches and rust, the blood stained on it was enough to make the Venetians frightened.

The fierce shouts and scoldings stopped abruptly at this moment. Looking at the burly figure towering like a bell tower, the Venetian soldiers nervously were forced to retreat by the calm eyes of the Greek old man. Sure enough, as the Li Zhan border guard of the former Empire, the aura of this old man was not comparable to that of others. His hands were stained with dozens of people, no, even hundreds of lives could give people such a heavy sense of oppression.

But Vibius quickly changed a little in his expression, because he saw the man standing in front of these Venetians who had been waiting for him, unmoved at all.

Instead, he looked at the scene in front of him happily. Mobis, the leader of the Venetian, did not shake the fighting spirit that had been eager to try in his heart. He was like a desperate person who easily threw away his real task and wanted to compete with the Greek warrior in front of him.

"Very good, very good! You did not disappoint me. It was my honor to meet a real warrior here and fight with him." He said loudly, and Mobis walked up with his sword in his hands and bowed slightly, as if what he was going on next was not a life-and-death battle but a dispute between ordinary friends.

But as a veteran who has experienced many battles, Vibius will not take it lightly because of the other party's trick. Although he is talking about fighting alone, even if the other party really rushes forward, even he will not last long. After all, there are at least one hundred people around the village. The only thing he can do is to get as much time as possible, so that Peter in the house can quickly open up a way out to take everyone out of here.

"Come on, Venetian!"

He said coldly, Vibius placed the broadsword in his hand in front of him, waiting for Mobius to take the initiative to attack. The atmosphere seemed to condense into a piece at this moment, making people feel a little breathless.

But Mobis still said calmly: "Do you want to hand over the initiative to me?"

"The order of starting is not necessarily the initiative. If you want to come, why bother so much nonsense?" The old man said in a deep voice still remained unmoved.

Although this is true, Vibius was not careless about this Venetian. As a veteran who had been fighting with the Turks in the East for many years, he intuition told him that the man named Mobius in front of him was completely different from the Venetians he had seen before. It is because of this that Vibius did not dare to act rashly.

Seeing the other party being so cautious, Mobis smiled. Of course, he saw the old man in front of him, but nodded, took a step forward, and calmly swung the first sword.

The moment Mobius' sword shadow fell into sight, Vibius's solemn expression on his face suddenly changed. He thought the other party was swinging from his head with a sharp sword in his hand, but suddenly stabbed him in mid-air. Even though he reacted in time, Vibius barely raised his sword to block the sudden attack, but a sharp sword blade was still scratched by the sharp sword blade on his shoulder blade.

If he failed to hit the attack, Mobis was not discouraged, so he immediately jumped away and avoided the counterattack of Vibius. This scene fell into the eyes of the Roman veterans. Vibius was following Emperor Manuel, so he had contacted the Latin knights who were loyal to the empire and had also competed with him. However, the move that the Venetian in front of him just showed was completely different from the knight's martial arts. Compared to the straightforward movement between the knights, the Venetian's flexible movements were more like a snowy owl in the night. The step-by-step attack made Vibius almost unable to defend it just now. This was a bit like the Turkic people, but it was very different.

Vibius, who was completely unwilling to be careless, took a deep breath and understood that he had to do his best, otherwise he would not even be able to win time, let alone defeat the Venetian in front of him.

Seeing the old man getting serious, Mobis also jumped up and stabbed again with satisfaction. Neither side used shields or other protective gears to intertwined. In just a few dozen seconds, the two had fought for several rounds. Watching each strike handed over between the two sides made the audience frightened.

Especially the burly Greek warrior, although he was already in his twilight years, his seemingly open and close slashing combined with the Roman warriors and the oriental nomadic duel style. Not only did his feet have a steady pace, but his swordsmanship and the changes in his tricks were perfectly balanced. When he almost cut off half of Mobis' head with a sword, his subordinates watching the battle were about to jump out of their throats. However, again and again, the Venetian finally avoided Vibius's almost perfect attack. Gradually, the Venetian, who originally thought that his general was suppressed, finally discovered something was wrong.

It seemed that he was suppressed from the beginning, but Mobis was always at ease in advance and retreat. On the other hand, the burly Greeks attacked wildly regardless of their physical exhaustion, but instead seemed to have to do it.

All of this was completely in Mobis' calculations, and Vibius, who was struggling to support, also deeply realized the terror of his opponent. As the people watching the battle thought, it was a helpless choice to maintain an attack, because unlike the Latin Knight's iron dance - the knight's method, it was always simply swinging and chopping, and the Venetian's movements were more like a killer's dance, like water, nowhere to be found, quick and unexpected. It was not until this time that the old Greek man remembered that the opponent's attack method and the use of slender swords were more like a battle derived from sea sailors, and advocated the agility of movements. He had seen pirates use this kind of swordsman technique that was not enough, but he was helpless now.

If there was a shield and a talk of armor, the Venetian in front of him would not be a threat at all. However, now he could only rely on continuous attacks to avoid getting the opponent close to him. However, if this continues, Vibius' physical strength cannot support such consumption.

Support! Even if you hold on for one more second!

Gripping his teeth tightly, the old man held the broad sword in his hands and tried hard to cover the flexible figure of the Venetian with his sword shadow.

But the next second, a clear voice sounded. "I'm going to start charging." It seemed to be a warning. Vibius hesitated for a moment. However, when the Venetian suddenly attacked forward, he caught off guard and did not dodge or sweep away the opponent's sword, but raised the sword and chopped the opponent's head. In the moment of lightning, as long as there was a slight mistake, it might be a death-death battle. However, Vibius had already put life and death aside, just hoping to die with the opponent.

But Mobis's mocking voice suddenly floated over, "Natural-"

The sword that was prepared for a long time pierced very high in the halfway change direction, hitting the old man's wrist. Even he was in a severe pain. The attack direction was completely wrong this time, and he caught him off guard. "Bang!" The broad sword in his hand fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!