No matter what the reason for this battle was, it was an interesting pastime for the nobles present.
Intelligent creatures have a natural tendency to like to watch barbaric killings, and high elves who pride themselves on being noble are no exception.
There are Colosseum and Arena on the outskirts of Silvermoon City, and nobles would occasionally go there to watch them in their spare time.
In the eyes of most nobles who don't know the inside story, this royal duel is just entertainment. It doesn't matter who wins or loses, as long as the fight is exciting enough.
But in the eyes of stakeholders such as the Sun King and Darkan, this duel can be regarded as the first head-on game between the Sun King and the newly born Silver Moon Council to a certain extent.
Anastria didn't know much about Matis Flame Eagle, but had heard of the name by chance... in information related to Sarlayan.
Looking at the motionless Sarlayan, Matis could not find any flaws in his seemingly ordinary posture.
Matisse's face was filled with fighting spirit, and his expression was clearly reflected in the gleaming swords.
"Half-elf, I have been waiting for this battle for 10 years, 10 years! Do you know how I have spent these 10 years!"
Before Sarlayan could reply, the barrage started to get louder.
"Playing with Blue Moon?"
"Fuck! Don't be ridiculous, there's a picture."
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Sarlayan tilted his head in confusion: "Who are you?"
"ha?!"
Mattis was stunned for a moment, and then shouted angrily: "I am Mattis Flame Eagle! Don't you remember me?"
"Um……"
Sarlayan searched through the memories in his mind, but couldn't find anyone who matched this face.
"Sorry, don't remember."
"you!"
Mattis, who was originally in high spirits, fell into despair on the spot.
He had been thinking about his "old enemy" for 10 years, but the other party didn't take him seriously at all, which was undoubtedly a heavy blow to him.
"Hahaha! I admit, you are very annoying!"
"If you did it on purpose, congratulations, your goal has been achieved!"
Mattis tried hard to adjust his breathing and stared at Sarlayan even more fiercely.
"I will use the weapon in my hand to remind you, accept the move!"
Wind spells simulated by arcane magic lingered around Mattis, speeding up his movement for a certain period of time.
At the same time that Matis kicked the ground with his right foot, Sarlayan clenched his swords and roared, and the crimson anger ripples quickly spread out with him as the center.
"Sun thief! Grandpa is here!"
Mattis: "???"
"Hahahaha! No, I'm going to die laughing!"
"Which of you taught this slang? I want to say...well done!"
"Really use the battle roar as a taunt, 6 will get a batch."
What Sarlayan shouted was translated Salas language, so of course Matis could understand it.
"hateful!"
Mattis, who received a good upbringing from an early age, does not know how to swear at all, and his vocabulary for swearing is extremely poor.
"clang!"
The shining long sword collided with Sharlayan's big sword, and their bodies shook at the same time.
Mattis felt the shock force coming from the weapon, and his heart that was a little nervous suddenly calmed down.
'His power cannot crush me, but he can!'
Sarlayan, who has more practical combat experience, quickly stabilized his posture, while Mattis only took half a step back.
Just when Sarlayan was about to take advantage of the victory and pursue the attack, Matis, who had not yet regained his footing, cut the other long sword in his left hand across, blocking Sarlayan's intention to counterattack.
However, in this retreating posture, it is difficult for Mattis to fully exert his strength.
He stopped and used the middle part of his sword to catch the slash from the long sword. Sarlayan unleashed an explosive force at the moment when the two weapons collided.
The left sword that Mattis used to block was swung away with great force without any surprise.
The sharp magic sword left a small chip on the blade of the poor quality Phoenix Great Sword, but Sarlayan didn't care about it.
"Who said that an unedged sword has no lethality?"
"call!"
The powerful and heavy vertical chop caused Matis's face to change drastically, and he mobilized the magic power in his body as quickly as possible.
"flash!"
A burst of blue-purple arcane light flashed in front of Sarlayan's eyes, and Matis appeared behind him across a small area of space. The magic sword in his right hand turned back and stabbed straight, and blue-purple arcane missiles spurted out from the tip of the sword.
"Haha~ It's just like the third child, there's no surprise at all."
He retracted the Phoenix sword accurately and carried the broad blade behind him in a sheathing posture, just in time to block Mattis' "sneak attack" from behind.
Lor'themar, who was watching the battle, raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Why does it feel like... Sarlayan has fought with this person before, as if he knows every move he makes?"
"No no no."
Halduron waved his hand and said: "I don't know if Sarlayan and Matis Flame Eagle have had any problems before, but I am sure that he can easily crack the opponent's moves, not because he has fought with him before, but because he has fought with him before.
He is very familiar with the shooting habits of the Magic Swordsman profession."
"Where do you think Sarlayan's name of War Madness came from? He came up with it in battle after battle. The number of magic swordsmen that that kid has fought against must not be less than double digits."
Halduron gloated and twitched his lips: "If this Matis didn't have some fresh tricks, there would be no suspense in this battle."
"Bang!"
After deflecting Matis' attack, Sarlayan suddenly kicked off the ground, turned his back to the enemy and launched a heroic leap, bouncing high from the ground.
Amid the exclamations of the surrounding aristocratic spectators, Sarlayan quickly approached a white jade pillar in the venue like a cannonball, turned over in mid-air and adjusted his posture.
"boom!"
While stepping on the pillar, Sarlayan activated his charge skill and rushed in front of Mattis again in just one second with a frontal impact.
At this time, Mattis had just turned around, and only had time to place his swords in front of his chest in a defensive movement.
"clang!!"
Another exchange of weapons.
The result of this collision was completely different from the previous one. Matis, who thought he had figured out the details of Sarlayan, was knocked upside down by this powerful and heavy blow.
'How is that possible! Could this guy be doing it on purpose...'
"Fuck, it's a showdown, I won't act anymore, I'm just stronger than you."
"Poor child, a flower in the greenhouse, who has not yet received a severe beating from reality. In terms of combat experience and wisdom, he has been crushed by the old man Sarlayan."
His feet hung in the air for a while before he stabilized his center of gravity and landed on the ground. Mattis, who was surprised and uncertain, stumbled several steps awkwardly, and finally stopped the backward momentum.
"Bah!"
The two swords inserted into the marble floor pulled out two long marks. Mattis took a heavy breath when he stopped, with lingering fear in his eyes.
"Oh, I remembered."
Sarlayan casually put the unbladed Phoenix Sword on his shoulder and looked thoughtfully at the enemy who was half kneeling on the ground.
"You, you had a fight with me when you were a kid, right? I remember the bridge of your nose..."
"shut up!"
Matis shouted angrily and Sarlayan had not yet finished what he said, but the meaning of his words was obvious enough. The nobles watching the battle began to whisper, and from time to time, they could hear low-pitched chuckles.
"That's right!"
Mattis's face turned red and he shouted: "We both lost in that battle, but this time, I must defeat you completely!"
"Both sides suffer?"
Sarlayan scratched his head in confusion: "I am indeed injured, but you can all be beaten down four against one... Are you sure this can be considered a lose-lose situation?"
"Ah this..."
"I'm beginning to sympathize with this kid. The nightmare from his childhood is about to reappear."
"233, so it turns out that Sarlayan has been a demon king fighting in the world since he was a child?"
"It's normal. As a half-elf, it's strange that he's not being targeted in Silver Moon City."
"If others think they are weak and can be bullied, they will become even more aggressive in the future. Sarlayan can only fight back with strong methods to let the enemy know that he is not easy to mess with."
"This is called fighting to end a war."
Behind Darkan, Panxi's expression changed a little.
"So, this junior from the Yanying family is one of the descendants of the great nobles who was beaten by that half-elf?"
Darkan: "...Yes, keep reading."
His face looked very calm, but Darkan felt helpless mentally. He was very dissatisfied with this one-sided battle.
'Have you not made any progress in the past 10 years? You can't even find out the real identity of that kid, you're a useless piece of trash!'