In the dim tunnel, Lausanne II fended off the opponent's dangerous sword with every possible risk.

He didn't hesitate, then he bent his knees and advanced, rushing into the white smoke that made him unable to see clearly, and took advantage of the situation to cut back!

Over the years, the movements and steps in this set of ten legion postures have long become his instinct, fused into his soul through repeated tempering, without the need for observation or thinking.

Until his sword edge was suddenly blocked!

"clang!"

Amidst the harsh metal sound, the enemy steadily blocked his sword blade:

"Too casual, squire."

After listening to the other party's words, Lausanne II's eyes moved.

"If you want to become a knight, be more serious!"

I saw Joaquin Knight emerging from the diffuse white smoke. With a stern tone, he twisted his sword with great strength!

"Whoa!"

Amidst the sound of sword blades clashing, the two separated again.

Lausanne II took three steps back to steady his body.

But he didn't fight back immediately, instead he stared at his sword, his eyes wandering.

Want to become a knight...

Become a knight...

knight……

[Remember, squire! Knight is not just a name, it represents a history, a culture, a group of people, the same spirit, a belief... And the way of knighthood is worth spending your life to understand and practice.

The road to sublimation!]

Luosang's expression remained unchanged, but he tightened his grip on the sword hilt.

Light white smoke rose up and filled the air around him, mysterious and ominous.

In front of him, Joaquin Knight looked calm and unhurried, as if this was just a daily training.

Luosang was silent for a few seconds, then gently raised his head and looked at the person in front of him:

"Such an orthodox Legion Ten Style...are you, really you?"

After hearing this, Joaquin paused, then put down his sword and smiled slightly:

"I know, squire, you must be confused at this moment."

Puzzled?

Lausanne II shuddered.

[I know, squire, you are confused right now: in this world, the title of knight is becoming more and more cheap. Whether it is knights canonized by major families or even knights by the royal family, they seem to have become utilitarian promotions.

Rank, as long as a man can wield a sword and can afford money... And the corresponding tests, trials and tempers are getting less and less, and the threshold for becoming a knight is getting lower and lower... So why, why do we still have to

Adhere to this conservative and backward set of ancient knightly laws, adhere to this set of creeds that have long been scorned?]

But how is this possible?

"You, how could you come back from the dead?"

Lausanne spoke softly. He looked at the brightly dressed and well-equipped Joaquin Knight and Master Joaquin, trying to find the word:

"Still so—young?"

Just like in memory.

But in the next moment, Joaquin's sword blade pierced the white smoke and went straight to his throat in the rustling sword wind!

"clang!"

Lausanne II reacted very quickly, turned sideways, and blocked the enemy's sword to the other side, but Joaquin did not lose strength and did not retreat, and he collided with him!

"Boom!"

There was a muffled sound, and the positions of the two people changed instantly:

They stood side by side, shoulders touching, facing the same direction, with two long swords twisted in front of them, trembling from time to time in the dangerous wrestling.

Lausanne II firmly stepped on the ground outside, his expression tightened, and he resisted with all his strength.

Just like they had done thousands of times on the training ground.

"No, my student, my attendant, you are off topic."

In the strange white smoke, Joaquin sneered and looked at Lausanne beside him:

"What makes you confused should not be my age or my superficial appearance."

Lausanne frowned and looked at Joaquin's sword - the simple but sharp knight's sword that was said to have accompanied Eddy II until the latter ascended the throne.

Just like before.

"What you should be wondering is: Attendant, why can't you defeat me?"

Can't defeat him?

Beat Joaquín?

Luosang's eyes sharpened.

The next second, he only felt that his hands and sides were empty, and then he heard the sword wind whistling!

Worse.

Luosang didn't have time to think, every muscle, joint and organ in his body was working rapidly, making the most reasonable reaction in an instant, allowing him to turn around and raise his arms, stand up and draw his sword to meet the surging wind and waves!

"Dang! Ding! Dang!"

The metal clashed, making sharp sounds one after another, so harsh that even the water on the ground was shaken and rippled.

This time, Luosang let go of himself. He was no longer obsessed with the ten postures of the legion. Instead, he used all the martial arts moves he had seen, heard, learned and practiced over the years - Meteor Strike, Smiling Sword Style, Fearful Killing, Ming Zhu Ba.

Slash, earth-breaking dragon, glacier ax, inch attack, sea of ​​fire and wind, oracle teaching style, silent cicada sword... and even two incomplete but magical elf sword dances, you can pick them up at your fingertips and use them all!

To welcome the review of the former teacher.

"Dang! Ding! Dang! Dang! Ding! Ding! Dang——"

The sound of metal clashing was endless, white smoke billowed throughout the tunnel, and the firelight from the clash of swords flickered brightly and dimly.

The shadows of the two people spread out in the smoke. They were sometimes longer and sometimes shorter, sometimes larger and sometimes smaller. They reflected incoherent illusory silhouettes like a revolving lantern, which were unpredictable and strange.

Finally, the two beams of light and shadow separated again after more than ten consecutive attacks, and the tunnel returned to silence.

The white smoke faded away, revealing two people standing opposite each other:

Luosang stood tall and held his sword, ready for battle.

Joaquín stood there, taking some time to rest.

“Incredible and impressive.”

A few seconds later, Joaquin Knight nodded with satisfaction:

"In addition to three different styles of imperial swordsmanship, you also used the martial arts of the temple: the storm of the terminal tower, rose and sin, no less than the styles of the three veins. It even included the insidious moves of the desert mercenaries.

, the unique grassland martial arts, the desperate moves of the Northlanders, the short-hand skills of the Thornlands, the spinning combos of the Flame Sea people, the induction style of the Temple Knights, and a set of preemptive Far Eastern swordsmanship, oh, even

And the ancient sword dance of the elves?”

Joaquin Knight's tone was full of appreciation and recognition, as if it was what he remembered.

But when Luosang heard it, he felt his heart become more and more dull.

"It seems that you have listened to my teachings. Follow me: learn from hundreds of schools of thought and learn from each other. Only by integrating and understanding can we become everyone."

The young and powerful Joaquin seemed to have seen through his thoughts, and saw the knight smiling slightly:

"But that still doesn't answer the question: Why?"

Lausanne II's eyes narrowed.

Joaquin narrowed his eyes:

"Why can't you... beat me?"

Can't beat him?

A few seconds later, Luosang frowned: at some point, there were several more gaps on his own sword blade.

What?

He looked at Joaquin's sword: it was intact and as sharp as before.

Luosang's heart tightened.

He lost this round just now.

Just like in the past.
To be continued...