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Chapter 2443 Knight Tournament (Part 2)

Dong dong dong——

The drum beat sounded, and Sere grasped his spear tightly. The brain wave link was not as sensitive as the neural link, but he could still feel the weight of the lance in his hand.

With the rapid pumping of the joints of his legs, he drove his steel horse to rush towards his opponent, who also came quickly.

At that moment, when the two knights were approaching each other, Sere made a subtle adjustment, lowering the height of the spear tip and making the shield angle wider.

With a bang, the opponent's spear hit his shield hard, and the huge force almost knocked him sideways, but Sere's spear accurately hit the gap between the opponent's shield and arm, stabbing him in the cockpit.

The position diagonally below is enough to win——

"Um?"

The spears of both sides were broken, and Sere saw the electricity, but the other side did not stop.

Then Gonzalo's mecha slammed into him with its momentum. Amidst the huge metal collision, people in the audience screamed and stood up one after another.

Soshyan narrowed his eyes and glanced at Mathias, and the High King also frowned.

Sere tried hard to control the machine, and he was almost knocked over by the impact. Fortunately, he took a step back at the last moment and was able to resist the opponent, but one arm was restricted.

Suddenly, the cockpits of the two people were almost touching each other, and Sere could see Gonzalo staring at him fiercely, with murderous intent on his face, and his lips moving slightly, possibly cursing or cursing.

Then there was a click, and a dagger poked out from the right arm of the Gonzalo mecha and struck directly towards Sere's cockpit.

Sere did not panic. He suddenly raised his left arm and hit the side of the opponent's mecha with his shield. The dagger just wiped out a string of sparks on the shell of his mecha. Then a dagger popped out of his right arm.

, and rowed towards the opponent at an extremely fast speed.

Gonzalo immediately tried to block with his shield, but Serre used his dagger to chisel the opponent's arm joints, and instantly broke the hydraulic pipe.

In the splashed black liquid, Gonzalo's mecha staggered back like an injured drunkard. Serre chased forward and slapped the opponent's cockpit with his shield. Gonzalo tried to resist with his sword, but

His mecha was like a loose toy at this time, unable to exert any power at all. Sere casually cut off his right arm holding the sword, and then knocked the opponent over with his shoulder.

When Sere raised his sword, Ofuer stood up immediately in his seat.

"stop!"

However, his voice was directly drowned by the roar of the crowd. Serre's sword stabbed directly into Gonzalo's cockpit, and the tip of the sword penetrated the glass that was cracked by the shield.

The crowd screamed, and Mathias stood up.

"No hurries."

Soshyan's slow voice interrupted what the High King was about to say. Mathias turned around. Soshyan supported his head with his fist and looked at the competition field with interest.

"No one is dead yet."

When Sere slowly drew out his sword, everyone saw that there was no blood on the tip of the sword.

"The victory has been decided!"

The referee raised the colorful flag and the crowd cheered. Serre walked to the viewing platform to salute Soshyan, while many attendants rushed to the mecha that fell on the ground, and hurriedly opened the cockpit and pulled out the unconscious Gong inside.

Salo carried it out.

"The winner is——"

Just as the referee was about to pronounce the verdict, a voice interrupted him.

"It is against the rules of the Cavaliers to attack a fallen opponent! The offender cannot be the winner, and this game can only be considered a draw!"

The one who spoke was Ofuer, who was visibly angry and the blood vessels in his neck bulged.

Barris, who was sitting on the other side, frowned. His wife immediately tugged on his sleeve, but he still did not stand up to speak.

"The High King."

Offor turned to look at Mathias, but first he saw Soshyan sitting upright and looking at himself, so he softened his tone.

"Follow the rules..."

"Ofur."

Soshyan spoke slowly, and many people turned their heads cautiously, carefully watching the development of the situation.

"Your son's current condition is not suitable for being a knight. Let's do this. Considering my relationship with the Dupont delin family, your son will first go to the White Templars to train for a period of time, about... ten years.

After that, if it is determined that he is qualified to become a knight, he can return to the family and hold the qualifying ceremony."

Many people opened their mouths in surprise, including Ofal.

"Sir...sir, exercise is..."

"Let him stay away from his family and servants and be a servant of the Chapter for a period of time. Don't worry, he won't be allowed to go to the bottom deck. It's just to sharpen his character. You can trust the Chapter Astartes. This is the best grinder."

Knife stone.”

"ah!?"

Offor was shocked, and even Mathias's expression became a little stunned.

After a few seconds, O'Full reacted and said quickly in a very urgent voice:

"Sir, the dog is still young, can you..."

"That's it."

Soshyan's words were spoken lightly, but there was no room for refutation. Ofuer looked at Mathias for help, but the other person closed his eyes.

At this moment, he finally understood that no matter what "status" they once had, they were nothing in front of this person. Everything they had now could be completely taken away by the other person with just one sentence, without any excuse or explanation.

, all this authority does not come from the so-called favor or affection in the past.

The other party's authority comes from the fact that they are the Emperor's Angels of Death, from the powerful fleet in orbit that can destroy the world in an instant, from the nearly a thousand Astartes who can descend on the world with rain of fire at any time, and from the fact that they only need a few breaths.

The power to kill everyone present.

This is something more convincing than any language.

"continue."

When Ofuer sat back in his chair in despair, the game continued.

In the subsequent games, Serre performed bravely and eliminated all his opponents round by round. Finally, in the finals, he had to face Fitzpatrick, the second son of the High King and Andrea's brother.

And Soshyan noticed that Barris quietly left his seat before the game started...

"Father? Why are you here?"

Serre was about to leave the preparation room when he saw his father standing at the exit, looking very surprised.

"How did you..."

Barris's expression was a little complicated. After hesitating for a moment, he stepped forward and patted his son on the shoulder.

"You're not hurt..."

"Father, what are you talking about? If you are injured, there will be a medical officer to deal with it."

"Ah, yes...yes."

"Father, do you have something to tell me?"

"I..."

Barris opened his mouth, but when he saw the explosive pendant hanging on Cere's waist, his expression suddenly turned a little guilty and self-loathing.

After a moment, he asked in a low voice:

"Son, is this championship important to you?"

Faced with his father's almost bizarre question, Sere answered without even thinking:

"It's very important. There is no knight who doesn't desire glory, and I hope to bring my glory to my parents."

Barris was stunned for a moment, then nodded and turned sideways.

"Go, son, go and take your glory, I am proud of you..."

For a moment, Cere couldn't figure out what happened to his father suddenly, but the trumpet sound outside was urging the players to get into position, so he ran out of the exit quickly.

"...Father, I am a son who brings shame to you..."

Suddenly, Cere, who seemed to hear something, turned his head and vaguely saw his father leaning against the wall, covering his face with his hands...


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