Judging from the fluctuations in fighting spirit, although Chris has just entered the first-level knight, he is not inferior to Anthony, a veteran knight.
This time, Chris launched a preemptive attack. He held the sword tightly with both hands and rushed towards Anthony with a fierce offensive.
The silver fighting spirit extends outward, forming a two-meter long fighting spirit light blade, like a two-handed giant sword.
Chris's fighting style was very open and wide, and every swing brought considerable momentum, forcing Anthony to retreat step by step.
"My lord's fighting style is really to my liking." Jonathan put his hand on the shoulder of a knight and said happily.
On the other hand, the faces of the knights under Anthony's command were a bit unsightly.
The third-level knight opposite was a man with full beards. He snorted coldly and said: "Don't be too proud, my master has not used fighting skills yet."
Hearing this, Jonathan's face became solemn. Fighting skills are a skill that is released with fighting spirit. It is quite powerful. Of course, he has just been promoted to a first-level knight, but he has not had the opportunity to learn fighting skills yet.
Anthony was forced back more than ten meters with a sword. There were many injuries on his body and his clothes were torn. He roared: "Boy, you forced me to do this!"
"Fighting skills, Green Lotus Sword Song!" After the words fell, Anthony pulled out the sword flower and pointed the long sword straight ahead. The fighting spirit on his body spurted out, blooming like a lotus, and the fighting spirit was painted with a layer of cyan.
Feeling the opponent's power, Chris frowned. He has not learned fighting skills yet, so it is completely impossible to fight against the opponent.
Chris's expression was solemn as never before. He could feel that the power of this blow was quite impressive. If he couldn't catch it, he would probably die on the spot.
Under this life and death threat, Chris entered a mysterious and mysterious state.
Chris felt his brain become clear for a while, and the martial arts movies and TV series he had watched in his previous life reappeared in his mind over and over again. The martial arts moves used by the protagonists became clear in his memory.
So, Chris started to perform actions according to his memory. His body dragged a series of afterimages, his palms flew, and the fighting spirit turned into a divine dragon surrounding his body.
"Sir, this is..." Jonathan and others all looked surprised. They had never seen anyone perform such a fighting skill before.
"Is this a self-created fighting skill?" Bearded man sat down on the ground with a look of horror on his face.
Fighting skills were created through repeated efforts by countless predecessors. Some fighting skills even took a family hundreds of years to perfect.
On the mainland, a small number of people can create their own fighting skills by chance. This is called self-created fighting skills.
"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!" Chris pushed forward with his left palm, and the silver fighting spirit dragon roared loudly and rushed towards Anthony.
At the same time, Anthony also played the Qinglian Sword Song and danced with the sword in a circle.
The moment the two touched, the light blue lotus shattered in an instant, and the fighting spirit dragon rushed towards Anthony with unparalleled power.
"Ah!" Anthony screamed in horror, and all the necklaces, bracelets, etc. on his body shattered into pieces and turned into lights of different colors, forming protective shields, energy shields and other items in front of him.
These are all magic defense items on Anthony's body, and they are stacked four or five times in one breath.
"Bang bang bang!"
Those protective shields and energy shields could only withstand the fighting spirit dragon for one second, and then they were immediately shattered.
When the fighting spirit dragon passed through four or five layers of protective shields, it was almost transparent, and then plunged into Anthony's body.
Even after being weakened many times, Anthony still vomited blood and flew backwards. The long sword came out of his hand and fell heavily to the ground. He raised his head and stared at Chris with bloodshot eyes: "You, what?
He knows such powerful fighting skills."
Jonathan, Beard, and even Linda the Magician were all stunned at this moment.
As outsiders, they can more intuitively see the changes in Chris' fighting skills.
And in terms of power alone, Chris's fighting skills are more than one level higher than Baron Anthony's.
When everyone was stunned, Chris strode forward, lifted Anthony up, and put his sword on the latter's neck.
"If you have something to say, say it well. If you have something to say, say it well." Anthony begged for mercy again and again.
"Master Chris, please calm down. According to the code of nobility, you have no right to kill an innocent nobleman." The bearded man felt that his breathing became rapid. If the little baron in front of him got hot-headed for a moment, he would kill his master.
If Anthony is solved, the trouble will be big.
"Yes, I really have no right to kill him." Chris smiled, with a hint of chill in his smile, "But if I cut off his descendants, there should be no problem, right?"
Hearing this, Anthony felt a chill in his crotch and quickly stepped up his legs: "You, you crazy person."
In the magical continent, if two nobles clash, as long as their lives are not endangered, even if they are injured or disabled, it will not be considered a violation of the noble code. At most, it will cause a fight between the families behind them.
Anthony, like Chris, is only the second son in the family and has no ability to inherit.
Therefore, since he did not suffer any major physical trauma, but only cut off his descendants, even the family behind him will most likely not pursue the case.
In other words, even if Chris cuts off Anthony's descendants, no one will cause trouble in the future.
Just after understanding this, Baron Anthony is really scared now.
Fortunately, the beard under his hand was still alert, and he quickly stood up and asked: "Sir Chris, tell me how much money you want."
Chris held out three fingers and said: "Three gold coins."
Three gold coins can be converted into three hundred silver coins, which is thirty thousand copper coins.
It was enough to take Chris quite a while.
"You, you are simply a robber." Anthony shouted angrily as he fell to the ground.
"Five gold coins." Chris' outstretched hand turned into five coins.
"You..." In the end, Anthony did not dare to say any more, otherwise he would really be unable to bear it.
Chris didn't continue to increase the price. A small lord in a remote area like Anthony probably wouldn't have any more money on hand.
"I only give you half an hour. After half an hour, the price will be increased by two gold coins every ten minutes." Chris took out a pocket watch from his pocket.
"Marshall!" Anthony gritted his teeth viciously, "Go and bring the money box under my bed."