Felt, who had made up her mind, showed the dazzling style that a princess should have. Even in the face of a group of "big shots" who looked down on her, she could still make a high-profile declaration without flinching.

The goal is to overthrow all the corrupt systems of the kingdom.

Including nobles, sages, knights, etc.

It still sounds quite courageous.

Reinhardt on the side looked at the energetic Felt in front of him and unconsciously smiled like an aunt.

In Chen Ming's eyes, he felt that this was more like a failure of Felt to become a candidate.

But no matter what, when Felt admitted his identity as a candidate and issued a declaration of the king's election, the king's election officially kicked off.

Then, the meeting ended there.

Except for the five candidates who still need to stay in the hall to communicate with the wise men about the details of the king's election, all the other nobles and civil servants have left.

The knights who left the field gathered together, looking forward to the upcoming battle.

They really want to see Chen Ming being dealt with.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

Yurius chose the venue for the battle, and finally chose a training venue of the Knights, which was not far from the palace.

A group of knights rushed over in a mighty manner.

Those who didn't know thought something serious had happened.

Almost all the members of the Knights who got the news gathered here, filling the entire venue.

Except for a few knights, everyone was overwhelmingly supportive of Yurius. If they hadn't cared about the etiquette and demeanor of the knights, they would have started cheering for their deputy captain.

It seems that even knights don't like male public enemies like "boys".

"It seems that you are not very popular among the knights."

Yurius smiled and took off his knight's coat, revealing the tight black lining underneath.

"I don't need to be welcomed by a group of men"

Chen Ming said with a hint of disgust. He reached out and took the wooden sword thrown by Reinhardt. He did a casual sword trick and understood the weight and size of the wooden sword.

"Both of you are strong knights. Even if it is just a wooden sword, it is extremely dangerous in your hands. Please hold on until now."

Reinhardt, who acted as a temporary referee, reminded.

"Don't worry, His Highness I serve has nothing else and plenty of money. If Ming is accidentally injured, all the treatment costs will be borne by me."

Yurius said as if he was showing off his grandeur and substance.

“It’s great to have money”

Chen Ming raised the tip of his sword and struck the opponent twice, and said provocatively.

"Seeing that you are so arrogant, I have decided to give you three moves first, so as not to say that I am bullying others."

"..."

The corner of Yurius's mouth twitched. Putting aside other things, he should really learn a thing or two from Chen Ming just for his ability to provoke and irritate people.

He has such a pretty face, but why does it make people want to punch him hard?

"This is what you said, so I won't be polite."

Yurius sneered, and he decided to let Chen Ming taste the feeling of being trapped in a cocoon.

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately launched an attack.

The wooden sword in his hand shot through the air toward Chen Ming's face. In terms of speed and strength, it could be said that the thrust was impeccable.

However, Chen Ming just raised his sword and flicked it with ease, as natural as an antelope hanging its horns, and took advantage of the situation to bring Yurius' wooden sword aside.

In terms of swordsmanship alone, Julius is indeed at the forefront of this world.

Considering his age, it is undoubtedly very impressive.

But it is a pity that Chen Ming is also a cheating existence in the realm of martial arts.

Just a "transparent world" is enough to crush Julius in swordsmanship.

Yurius, who missed the attack, stood there stunned for a moment.

It is impossible to describe the feeling brought about by the sword blades just touching each other. It was as if he had completely lost control of the sword in his hand.

The force that originally poured out was absorbed like a sponge.

"This is a trick, right?"

Chen Ming's faint voice boomed behind Yurius, causing him to wake up instantly.

There is no time left for yourself to reflect on what just happened. Now you must devote yourself to this battle.

Julius's eyes became extremely focused once again.

He held his breath and concentrated, but did not dare to act rashly.

Turn to observe carefully.

However, even though his eyes were almost dry, he couldn't find a flaw in Chen Ming's seemingly casual posture that could be used as a breakthrough point.

The original agreement of three moves turned into a kind of pressure, sinking into Yurius' heart.

The knights in the stands at the venue had long fallen into silence.

Most of them have gradually begun to realize that the development of this battle may not go as they expected.

At the same time, the candidates also got the news of this battle, and rushed to the top stand one by one to join in the fun.

This has just announced the official start of the King Selection.

The first knight under the candidate's command began to fight.

It's hard not to think that this is the first meeting between the candidates.

The nobles, civil servants and even wise men who had not shown up were all observing the process of this battle in their own ways.

"I really don't know what to say. I dare to challenge my knight. This knight who is known as the sword of the kingdom is probably about to face the most tragic defeat in his life."

Priscilla said with great confidence.

She had learned Chen Ming's sword skills.

Priscilla, who prided herself on being a master of swordsmanship and not weaker than others, had to admit that there was an immeasurable gap in swordsmanship between herself and Chen Ming.

Even the most dazzling sunlight at noon cannot fill it up.

"Don't be so self-righteous. Yurius is the best knight. He is not serious at all."

Anastasia could not sit back and watch Priscilla belittle her knight, and immediately retorted.

"How about this, let's make a bet"

Priscilla smiled and narrowed her eyes when she heard this. Everyone could feel that she had bad intentions at this moment.

But regarding the self-confidence of her own knight, Anastasia did not lose to anyone, and she agreed without hesitation without much thought.

"No problem, what's your bet?"

"I heard that your Chamber of Commerce has collected many rare treasures. If your knight loses, you will have to let me pick one out at will."

"Yes, but if your knight loses, the fan in your hand will belong to me. The fan that the Scarlet Bride keeps close to her body will definitely fetch a high price at the auction."

As Anastasia spoke, a strong desire for money appeared in her eyes unconsciously.

"You really dare to think!"

Priscilla's face suddenly turned cold. She cherished this folding fan very much. You could tell by looking at the place where it was stored.
Chapter completed!