At this time, the Tirant Sword Master looked at Linton with a somewhat confused expression, because Linton really lacked momentum. Fighting energy and other things can be suppressed and hidden, but momentum is difficult to hide, so how?
Looking at the Tirant Sword Master, I feel that Linton is not a saint.
The Tirante Sword Master was a little angry. After all, he had been waiting for four days. Was it really a scam? It was not fun to deceive a saint. The Tirante Sword Master couldn't just laugh it off.
Closing his eyes, the Tirante Sword Master took a breath, and then suddenly opened them. A strong momentum spurted directly forward. Seemingly sensing the crisis, several generals present immediately put their hands on their swords.
Go up, and Garsain next to him instantly pulled out his sword, looking ready to fight. Yes, they all felt the danger, and their instinct made them pull out their weapons and seek self-protection.
Several soldiers behind them were so frightened by this momentum that they could not move, and even wanted to turn around and run away. They felt as if they were being stared at by a ferocious beast, and they were about to turn into food at any time. This was really scary.
Already.
Of course, Linton, who was closest to the Tirante Sword Master, also felt it. To be honest, this was the first time that Linton felt the pressure of real momentum, an inexplicable feeling. Before, Linton felt the pressure of momentum and so on.
It's all nonsense, but the aura exuded by the Tilante Sword Master actually has a sense of substance.
To be more specific, although the Tilant Sword Master didn't move at all, Linton felt as if a huge sword was coming towards his face. He could also understand that this was a fake, but he seemed to have been deceived.
All of my body senses were normal, and all the hairs on my body stood on end.
Faced with this situation, Linton was not polite. He raised his head and suppressed him with a domineering look. His target was not only the Tilante Sword Master, but also everyone around him.
"Huh?" Of course, Tirante Sword Master instantly felt the pressure of the overlord, and his face suddenly changed. He understood that the other party was also sending out his own momentum to fight back. This momentum was also very strong, but why always
It feels a little different.
There was a "plop", and just when he was still thinking, there was a sudden sound of falling to the ground behind him, and one person in their team fell down foaming at the mouth. The Tilante Sword Master turned his head and looked at the others.
The expressions of the people were not very good, and they were all suppressed. Among them, the disciple he had just accepted was struggling a little hard because of his poor foundation. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, but his body was already shaking.
Tirante Sword Master instantly withdrew his momentum, and Linton, who sensed this, also withdrew his Overlord Color at the same time. People on both sides breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. They knew that this was a confrontation between the momentum of two saints, and they could not
What can I say? From the current point of view, Linton still has the upper hand. After all, although the people here were suppressed and none of them fell, the one on the opposite side was directly knocked down.
"Boy, you are very capable." Tilant Sword Master smiled and said to Linton, "Your sword intention is very special..."
"You're very rude, old man. I'm here to invite you to dinner, not to show off," Linton said.
"You really shouldn't judge a book by its cover. I was wrong this time." Tirant Sword Master smiled and admitted his mistake readily. He now believed in Linton's level. Although he still didn't know how the other party practiced, but this
It didn't matter either. His fighting spirit was somewhat ignited, and now he wanted to have a good fight with Linton.
The current exchange between the two parties was not pleasant, but in the eyes of others, it was at the level of a fight between gods and they could not control it. However, at this time, Marshal LaRouze next to him walked up and relaxed the atmosphere a little.
"Sir Sword Master, the dinner is ready. Can you please take a seat?"
The Tirante Sword Master didn't give Larouze much face, he just said "Yes" casually, then turned to Linton and said: "Please."
"Please." Linton also said.
It was obvious that the only person here who could be treated as an equal by the Tirante Sword Master was Linton, but no one found it strange. After all, these two people were saints.
Soon the Tirante Sword Master strode into the camp. Soon, he was invited to the top position. Opposite him was Linton. Linton was also doing the high position at this time. After all, this was not the case.
It's not a military meeting, it's a banquet held in the name of a holy person, so naturally the two of them will be at the top of the table.
Both sides quickly took their seats, and the Tirante Sword Master also briefly introduced the people on his side. The Tirante Sword Master and his party included seven people, and he only introduced the five people under his command.
The last person was not mentioned at all. Yes, this is the person who was stunned by Linton's overbearing look before, and now he was just stood up and woke up.
Several people introduced by Tirante Sword Master are all his disciples, from the eldest Kevan to the youngest Pula. Although Linton definitely doesn’t know him, judging from the behavior of the people around him, these people are also very
Famous swordsmen, after all, people from the same country have heard of their names. As for the last one who just woke up, Tirante Swordsman did not introduce him directly, but the other party introduced himself, saying that his name was Loyle
.
The other party did not declare his family name, but everyone here probably knew who this person was. He was obviously from the opposite army, which meant that he took advantage of the banquet to get information. Of course, the Tilante Sword Master also
You can give him the identity of your disciple or something like that, so as to protect him, but the Tilante Sword Master seems to be disdainful of such panic, so he doesn't introduce him anyway, which is equivalent to exposing the other party's identity.
Although I know that the other party may be here to inquire about information, I can't just chase them away now. After all, they are here with the Tirante Sword Master, and driving back the people he brought will not give him face. In short, Loyer
The appearance of the party suddenly made the atmosphere of the banquet become a little heavy. Marshal LaRouze also secretly called the guard next to him and gave some instructions, probably asking him to prepare in case someone discovered important information.
.
Of course, Linton also wanted to understand Loier's identity. Judging from the current situation, Tirante Sword Master seemed to be too lazy to pay attention to him. He just fell to the ground and he didn't even ask. It seems that he didn't want to take this guy with him in the first place.
Yes, but I guess I can't shirk it. If this matter needs to be questioned, he must be the one to open the door, but Linton has no intention of asking at all. This... is quite interesting.
Picking up the wine glass, Linton said to the Tirante Sword Master: "I've heard of my name for a long time... No, I'm just crossing my words. In short, I've been away for a while for some things recently, and as soon as I came back, I heard that you were going to challenge me.
matter."
"It's a competition." Kevan, the eldest disciple of Tirante Sword Master, couldn't help but remind him. After all, Linton's words seemed to be challenging him. This didn't mean that Tirante Sword Master was challenging him.
Not as good as Linton.
"It's not important. Anyway, the fight is over, and that's tomorrow's matter. Let's have a drink today." Linton said.
"No problem, I'll accompany you." Tilante Sword Master raised his glass and said.
Tirante Sword Master really didn't understand what Linton meant by inviting him to the banquet, but he was not afraid that Linton would really dig a trap for him. Apart from threats such as a holy war, he had a certain confidence in his own strength.
He had absolute confidence and was not afraid of any conspiracy at all, so he came directly. Now it seems that Linton just wants to compete with him for wine? Of course he is not afraid, whether it is swordsmanship or wine competition, he is not afraid.
The two of them started drinking directly. Since the people at the main table started to move, the people below naturally started to drink too. Of course, they did not dare to toast the sword master, but the disciples below were also celebrities, and both sides also started drinking.
They started to communicate. Of course, many people secretly supported Loier. No one toasted him, but they were all paying attention to what he was doing.
After drinking each other for a while, Linton became a little drunk. Yes, his drinking capacity can only be said to be average, very average. Although the wine in this world is obviously not high-alcohol, after drinking for a while, he was still a little tipsy.
The Tirant Sword Master opposite was very confused. He was a drunkard, the kind of person who would drink wine as if it were water. He didn't feel anything after these few drinks. Linton looked a little drunk.
How do you feel? He dares to drink with himself. Doesn’t this guy know that he can’t drink enough?
You have to find an opponent to drink. Drinking with someone like Linton is no fun. The Tirant Sword Master was a little unhappy when Linton suddenly stood up and said: "Old man, let me introduce you to a big treasure.
"
"Huh? What do you mean?" Tilant Sword Master asked.
"I recently found something interesting, and I must show it to you. Come on, come on, come with me," Linton said.
This seemed to be an attempt to lure him into a trap. Most people would be suspicious, but the Tilante Sword Master was not afraid at all. Instead, he was a little curious: "What is it?"
As he spoke, he stood up, and when he saw the master standing up, of course several of his disciples stood up.
"Weapons...new weapons." Linton said with a smile.
"Weapons?" Tirant Sword Master was also a little curious. When it came to weapons, he could naturally think of swords, guns, axes, and axes. In other words, Linton had recently gotten a good sword and was going to show it to him? There was no problem with that.
, he also wants to open his eyes, he also likes these very much.
However, what I didn't expect was that after hearing Linton's words, Marshal LaRouze's face suddenly changed and he stood up anxiously: "That... Great Master Merlot, this weapon... can't be displayed..."
"Huh?" Linton frowned, seeming a little unhappy.
Marshal LaRouze was very anxious and looked at Garserne next to him, with a clear look in his eyes. Garserne seemed to understand, and stood up and said: "Second uncle, that thing is confidential, and you can't look at it casually."
"Secret?" Loyer next to him suddenly became energetic.