In Reeves's opinion, bullying a useless person like Zhao Feng is simply easy. And the other party's weak and bullied personality will not cause him to suffer strong revenge and trouble.

Defeating the Count of the Empire and the Grandson of the Marshal is a very glorious behavior. If you go back and talk about this with your companions in the imperial capital, it will definitely be a very shameful thing.

For these middle-level officers in the Imperial Knights, the one who is most hostile is the playboy who is in a high position but is ignorant.

In their opinion, it is precisely because of these people that they cannot inherit the titles or territory of their families and can only come to the army to live a hard life.

Reeves had a good idea, but he didn't know that he was not a waste, but a tiger.

"Get a fight, okay?"

Zhao Feng did not expect that the officer in front of him would dare to challenge him, and he couldn't help but smile and said, "How to compare, martial arts or magic?"

After saying that, he looked at Reeves and said, "Have you not returned to the imperial capital or the prosperous city for a long time?"

"It's only three or four months, what's wrong?" Hearing Zhao Feng's words, Reeves looked at him with some confusion, not understanding the meaning of his question.

Zhao Feng smiled slightly and understood the reason. In Dark Evans' memory, such things happened many times. Often when he was out, someone pretended not to know him, then provoked him and bullied this legendary waste, and then went to show off to his companions afterwards.

However, Zhao Feng is not the weak Dark Evans at the time. This unlucky officer is not well-informed and does not know Zhao Feng's strength and identity now. He does not know that he has emerged and has become a master with great magic and fighting spirit.

However, even if he told Reeves, he would not believe that a waste who could not fight would become a terrifying super expert.

"Okay, let me help you get back the grievances and humiliations you have suffered!"

Because he occupied the body of Dark Evans, Zhao Feng also wanted to help him do something to repay this unlucky guy.

"Since that's the case, let's talk less nonsense and prepare for the battle!" Zhao Feng kicked the unlucky Viking clan leader Sax aside and took a stance.

His movements were straightforward and neat, and his expression was very calm, which surprised Reeves.

"Can this waste be a master?"

However, he soon comforted himself: "He is just pretending to be good, but he is definitely a waste-level person. Reeves is an elite in the military academy. Are you still afraid of a waste!"

Thinking of this, Reeves' confidence increased greatly, and he said with a confident smile on his face: "No matter whether you are impersonating or a real count, if you are injured by me, you will be blamed for your own fault. No wonder others! You must know that there are so many brothers here watching me and help me testify!"

Fearing that there were any sequelae, Reeves deliberately carried his subordinates out and prepared to testify to himself so as not to cause any trouble next.

At this time, he could have foreseeed that Zhao Feng would be beaten to the point of being beaten to the point of being bloody and in a mess.

Seeing this scene in front of you, not only Zhao Feng, Bernice, Maria and others, but also the entire guards, they all laughed.

They didn't know why the officer in front of them was so confident that he could defeat Zhao Feng. You know, Zhao Feng's current strength is extraordinary. Even if the Sword Saint comes, he dare not say that he could defeat him.

But the squadron leader who seemed to have only the strength of the bronze warrior in front of him was so confident. Didn’t he see the tragic situation of the unlucky Sax?

"I really don't know how I died, and I was sent to the door to be beaten!" At this time, Maria looked at Reeves disdainfully and whispered to Bernice.

Bernese looked at the Reeves and said, "This man looks quite smart, but he has a pig brain. There are not many smart people among these nobles."

At this time, Reeves saw Bernice and Maria pointing at him, and thought that his handsome appearance and noble titles attracted their admiration.

In this desert where birds do not shit, Reeves saw most of the women from the desert tribe, each with dark skin and rustic appearance.

Maria and Bernice made him feel a little bit of the temperament of a famous lady in the imperial capital, which made him feel very excited and could not help but wave to greet them.

"Haha, look at him saying hello to us like a silly!" Maria was even more happy when she saw Reeves' actions.

"Don't worry, he won't be so happy in a few minutes!" At this time, Bernice said coldly.

Seeing his greetings attracting the two beauties' fingers and fingers, Reeves felt even more happy and said to Zhao Feng: "How about it, do you dare to agree?"

Zhao Feng kept watching his clown-like behavior. Hearing Reeves' words, he said, "Okay, whatever you want."

When Reeves heard his words, he took out a long sword and raised it to Zhao Feng and signaled: "Okay, I'm ready to attack immediately, please be ready."

Reeves' every move was very standardized, exactly the same as the etiquette steps of the nobles, and very coherent. In his opinion, these actions would definitely be very chic and beautiful. If it were in the imperial capital, it might attract some nobles and socialites to scream or cheer.

But now in this desert, there are too few people who can appreciate his movements. This is the only regret in Baron Reeves's heart.

However, when he was slightly regretful, the cheers of Maria and Aphra sounded.

Reeves was a little confused and thought to himself why these people cheered before his sword could be used. When he looked down, he saw a black stick on his neck.

This sudden change made Reeves, the noble baron who was arrogant and ready to show off after winning the game, could not accept it. He could not believe that he was defeated like this, but was still defeated by a waste. The thing on his neck, which looked like a fire stick, made him very angry.

In Reeves's view, as a noble, one must have the awareness and dignity of a noble.

Zhao Feng took out a weapon that looked like a fire stick, not only defiled his dignity, but also lost the face of the nobles.

"How do you use this thing as a weapon? It's so indecent!"

Reeves said angrily: "You should have learned swordsmanship and know the rules of duels. There is no one like you who will do sneak attacks without saying a word!"

At this time, he shouted at Zhao Feng, looking indignant.

Hearing his words, Zhao Feng laughed and asked back: "Does the enemy will first notify you on the battlefield and say I want to kill you and then fight you?"

His words once again attracted the laughter of Maria and the members of the guards. They all found that the performance of the squadron leader of the Imperial Knights in front of them was very fun.

At this time, when hearing the words of his squadron leader, the more than 200 knights of the Imperial Cavalry regiment were all very embarrassed, with fever on their faces, and secretly cursing Reeves in their hearts, "What an idiot."

At this time, the Viking patriarch Sax and his men, who had just recovered some physical strength next to him, yelled loudly: "You are too unauthorized, you are not good at winning, this time it won't count!"

"Do it again, are you sure?" Zhao Feng was really just having fun with Reeves just now. He knew that no matter what, the other party was the squadron leader of the Emperor ** team. Even if his grandfather was a marshal, he could not easily hurt the guy in front of him, otherwise it would cause endless trouble.

So when he started, Zhao Feng did not take any ruthless action, unlike the Sax of the Viking tribe, who was not scruples.

After all, Satuba here is not his own territory. As a human being, it is better to leave a line for yourself, just teach the other party a lesson.

But Zhao Feng did not expect that his kind-hearted behavior not only did not attract the other party's gratitude, but unexpectedly, the other party also shouted that he was not powerful in victory.

"Okay, I'll give you another chance." Zhao Feng said to Reeves: "Since you said it's inappropriate to use a stick, I'll beat you with empty hands."

"What?" Hearing Zhao Feng's words, Reeves' blood surged into his head, and anger surged into the sky. He was naked to deal with him. This was the naked contempt.

As the baron of the Empire, he must regain his dignity.

Thinking of this, Reeves no longer cared about the nobles' decent and elegant manners, rushed towards Zhao Feng directly. At this time, his long sword was covered with a layer of yellow fighting spirit.

"It's just a level three fighting spirit." Zhao Feng saw the scene in front of him, sneered and took a step forward, waved his fist, and rolled up a five-color fighting spirit that was emitted from outside.

Those present saw this scene and knew that Reeves would definitely lose.

Those who can release the fighting spirit outside are at least as strong as bronze warriors. The fighting spirit released by Zhao Feng also has magical effects, the release distance is very long, and it also has the effect of imitation.

This is at least a Golden Warrior-level person who can achieve the effect.

"Bang!"

The fighting spirit released by Zhao Feng had a gorgeous collision with the fighting spirit on Reeves' long sword, and directly bent his sword. Then the fighting spirit hit him directly, causing him to vomit blood and was seriously injured.

At this time, Reeves realized the real difference in strength between him and Zhao Feng. This distance was simply the difference between heaven and earth, but he still ridiculously thought that he would definitely win.
Chapter completed!