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Roman is from the Guards Corps, and none of the soldiers brought out by Bolton are cowards!

What's more, this is the Dusk City, and this is our own territory. It's okay for A Bao, the "three-clawed golden dragon", to be arrogant. Hu Shanrong is no more than a swordsman. How can he be allowed to be arrogant when a dog fights against the power of a man?

Roman did not quarrel with anyone, walked directly to Hu Shanrong, and looked at him coldly: "Shall we have a competition now?"

The smile on Hu Shanrong's face turned bloody. He twisted his neck hard, making a cracking sound, and said with a ferocious smile: "Okay, now. Work with real swords, no matter life or death!"

"Oh! Oh, oh, oh! Calm down!" A Bao came to the middle and separated the two of them, trying to smooth things over with a smile. "You two are so irritable that you will fight to the death if you disagree? Mr. Roman, you are from the ruling mansion. If Hu Shanrong kills you with a knife,

If you kill me, I can’t explain it to Archon Kino, haha.”

This Abao seems to be out to be a good gentleman, but in fact, every word is adding fuel to the fire. The purpose is to anger Roman and make him fight Hu Shanrong, and maybe even provoke him to sign a "disclaimer" or something like that.

thing.

 When the time comes that Hu Shanrong really hacks someone to death, there is a letter of exemption, and Kino has nothing to do with his anger.

In this situation, if it were an impulsive person like Baisa, he might be in trouble in one fell swoop.

But Roman is an old man. He was able to win a position in the Guards Corps at a young age. In addition to being extremely brave, he is also very mature and can see through Po's tricks at a glance.

"Haha, I just said it casually." Roman looked at Hu Shanrong with a lazy look and joked, "Who is Hu Shanrong? What is my identity? There are so many people who want to fight with me, and it's not their turn yet.

A grass bandit who was expelled by the imperial army. If you really want to fight, just write me an application and then wait in line slowly."

Nicole's shoulders kept shaking, and judging from the way she pursed her lips, she was obviously suppressing a smile.

The expression on Hu Shanrong's face gradually turned cold, and there seemed to be a faint light in his sharp eyes, staring straight at Roman.

"Hahaha, Mr. Roman is right, you are a noble person, how can you argue with the little Hu Shanrong." Abao rubbed his hands and said playfully, "But to tell you the truth, in our Abao caravan,

In addition to Hu Shanrong, my sword skills are also top-notch. I wonder if my status is worthy of fighting you?"

Roman frowned, not understanding what Abao meant.

I saw that Abao did not regard him as an outsider at all, and walked to the weapon box on his own, opened the box, and actually took out two sharpened steel knives.

"You know, people like us who have been working hard outside all year round can't do without some self-defense skills. In my early years, when I returned home in fine clothes and entered the court, the Holy Emperor asked the guards of "Tianxuan Division" to teach me my internal skills. After many years of practice, I

I have achieved little success in my cultivation." As Abao said this, he began to wave two long knives in the air, creating a fierce wind.

Indeed, it can be seen from the speed and strength that Po has some internal strength foundation, but it is only a little foundation. His body is several times stronger than that of ordinary martial artists, but his sword skills are poor and he is addicted to food. He dances with two knives.

They bumped into each other from time to time while dancing, and they kept humming haha, and almost cut their own hands in the process.

At the end of the dance, Abao turned his sword around and asked coolly: "How is it? My sword skills are not bad, right?"

“Pa, pa, pa” Hu Shanrong applauded his boss nonchalantly. After all, he was paid a salary, so he had to pat him on the back.

Roman and Nicole were so offended by Abao that they didn’t know how to speak, so they simply stopped talking.

Abao pointed the tip of his knife at Roman and asked with a smile: "So, am I worthy of fighting with you?"

 This situation makes Roman a little embarrassed.

Abao is a leading businessman, the orthodox "Three-clawed Golden Dragon" of the Far Eastern Dynasty. Many ministers of the kingdom regard him as a guest, and now he is a guest invited by Kino, with a distinguished status.

Roman was expelled from the Guards Corps by Bolton a long time ago. After joining the Death Guard Corps, he has not yet made any significant achievements. He is just an ordinary soldier. If Po is not worthy of fighting with him, there will definitely be problems if this word gets out.

 But if you really succeed,

Nicole grabbed Roman's sleeve, pulled him further away, and said in a low voice: "You can't fight him! If you win, you will be guilty of the following, and the Archon will have no way to explain it. If you lose, he will definitely

I will take the opportunity to mock you and step on you."

Roman smiled bitterly and said: "I understand the truth, but what can we do now?"

Nicole thought for a moment and whispered: "I'll tell you I have a headache later. You answer and tell me to send me to the doctor. Then we'll go directly and ignore A Bao."

Before Roman could respond, Abao's faint laughter came from behind: "Talk quietly? Your closeness really makes me jealous~ Then I have to defeat you even more and show Miss Nicole my

Martial arts!"

There was no warning. The sound of the knife was coming from behind, accompanied by a strong sense of danger. Roman subconsciously pushed Nicole aside and raised the knife to block.

 “Click! Click!” The sound of the blade breaking wood came.

Po was holding two steel knives for actual combat, while Roman was still holding a wooden knife for training. The two connected without any suspense, and the wooden knife was cut off directly.

The steel knife passed in front of him, tearing Roman's clothes apart. The tip of the blade passed over his skin, leaving two conspicuous blood marks.

 Fortunately, he was excellent in battlefield skills and received the body in time. If he had been an ordinary person, he would have been disemboweled by now.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry for hurting you. I will help you pay for the medical expenses." Abao smiled and rushed forward again without giving Roman a chance to breathe.

The light of the sword kept venting. Although Abao's sword skills were very poor, no matter how poor he was, he was still a person practicing internal skills. He was fast and powerful, and he still held a sharp steel sword in his hand.

Roman’s martial arts are indeed strong, but the training wooden knife in his hand cannot compete with him. Moreover, he has worries in his heart and is hesitant to do anything serious for fear of injuring Po.

Abao seemed to know Roman's concerns very well, so he didn't consider defense at all when fighting, and he didn't care about the flaws in his body. He raised his knife and slashed at Roman. The swords and knives were dead-handed, and he just rushed to chop people to death or chop them into pieces.

Go.

Nicole saw that Roman was helpless and retreating steadily, but A Bao was shameless and chased and bit him like a mad dog. She became anxious on the spot and wanted to rush in to help.

Roman didn’t want Nicole to be in a dilemma, so he said quickly: “Niko! Don’t come here!”

"Yes, he is right, don't come here, this is a duel between men." Abao's internal strength was greatly improved, and his speed was faster than before. The two swords in his hands danced like wind, and all the places he cut were vital parts of the human body.

Just when Roman was trying to avoid it, Hu Shanrong next to him suddenly showed a sly smile and kicked his foot violently. The sand from the training ground was raised and sprinkled on Roman's face, blurring his sight.
Chapter completed!