Volume 1, The Wizard's World Chapter 58, Disparity
The square behind the arch of the city lord's palace was cleared, and the Earl and Prescott faced each other from a distance, as if they were nobles about to duel.
When the square was originally built, it was not designed to function as a gladiatorial arena, but because of its spaciousness, the Earl placed this unexpected and hasty challenge here.
"Close the door, no one is allowed on the street!" Fawn knew how much damage the knight would cause after taking action, so he gave the order in advance.
Servants and ordinary soldiers were all driven to a room on the other side, far enough away from the square to not be easily affected.
Apart from Ian, Enya, and Warren, the only person still present is the old butler Fawn. As for the knights who came with Prescott, they are on the other side, clearly separated from them.
However, they did not dare to get too close. They all stood on the steps in front of the gate and watched from a distance. Ian had never seen the high-level knight take action. It was Faen who asked them not to get too close.
"Here I come!" Prescott said. He didn't use weapons. It seemed that he wanted to compete purely with Earl Hyde in terms of strength.
"Yes!" The Earl nodded without making any movement. It was unclear whether he was overestimating himself or whether he was really confident. Such a calm demeanor made Ian feel slightly at ease.
The power of knights comes from fighting spirit, and fighting spirit is essentially a kind of positive and negative energy. But the difference between them and wizards is that the knights completely temper the energy they have worked hard to absorb into their bodies, day after day, making them
His body gradually grew stronger to an exaggerated level.
And the expression of its external power is more concrete and has more visual impact. Compared with the complex decomposition of witchcraft, the physical destruction of the physical body has a greater impact on people.
Prescott is a high-level knight. If calculated by the level of a wizard, he is a senior talent, and a very powerful one. Otherwise, how could he become the captain of the third team.
As for Earl Hyde, according to the requirements of the Kingdom of Camelot for canonizing nobles, knights who have not reached the lord level will only be awarded the title of viscount, no matter how great their military achievements are. Therefore, it goes without saying that Ian knows that his cheap father
In fact, he is a lord-level strongman and has no problem dealing with Prescott.
The only thing that worries him is the three-move agreement. After all, for those who come from the monastic society, God knows what trump cards they have.
As the captain, Prescott can stand out among the knights. He naturally has an arrogance that is difficult for ordinary people to match, as well as the strength to match it.
He has been a senior knight for many years, and his fighting spirit is much stronger than that of his peers. In addition, there are various secret methods in the monastery to help him temper his fighting spirit, so that he once defeated three knights of the same level in a single battle.
Even with the outstanding talents in the monastery, he can still fight without losing. It is precisely because of this record that even though he has been trapped in the high-level knights for many years, Prescott still has the courage to challenge Earl Hyde. He wants to pass
Tell the other party with strength not to despise the Hydrian Monastery casually.
The time the two exchanged for one or two words was enough time for each of them to accumulate strength.
The dark blue fighting energy accumulated in Scott's fists, almost condensing into substance, and the changes in the energy field caused the existence and death of wind whirlpools between his fists.
"This man is so strong." The voice of the old butler came from behind Ian's ears, "With this level of fighting spirit, he has probably stayed at the advanced stage for ten years."
"Ten years, are you sure? How old is he?" Ian was shocked. This was really because Prescott's face was very young, probably only six or seven years older than him. Now there are people
Tell him that Prescott was already a senior knight when he was fifteen or sixteen years old. How could Ian believe it?
"Haha, there is no need for the master to be surprised. If you had not gone to Devon, you would be a knight now." Fawn smiled, his tone full of regret. He thought that if the master hadn't been too strict back then, he would have followed the master's instructions.
With his qualifications and the support from the Hyde family, the young master can definitely break through the threshold of a senior knight's attendant before the age of nineteen.
(There is a huge difference between a knight and a high-level knight.) Ian couldn't help but complain.
While he was amazed at Prescott's genius, he was also more in awe of the monastery. After all, the Sentinel's Sorrow was just a knife of the monastery, and the real decision-makers were the wizards hidden deep in the decaying cemetery.
"Look, he took action."
Fawn said softly, with a relaxed expression as if he was not worried about his master at all.
Except for the fighting spirit wandering between his fists, there is no fighting spirit in other parts of Prescott's body. This means that he has completely given up on defense and only seeks the power of a punch. If he were on the battlefield, he would be like this
It is giving the enemy a chance, but under the current situation, this seems to be the best choice.
Both fists were driven by the wind and hit the Count's face quickly, as if they were going to knock him away.
The fists were very fast, and the distance between the two was not far. With the blessing of mental power, Ian could even see a temporary energy vacuum in the path of Prescott's fists. Although this
The vacuum area was quickly filled with the surrounding chaotic energy, but it also showed its power.
Earl Arlin Hyde watched all this quietly. He saw Prescott's dark blue fist, and even the opponent's tightly pursed mouth, and the anger hidden under his serious face was clearly visible.
.
(Want to prove yourself, or for the so-called dignity of the monastery?)
He was very aware of the power of that punch, but he did not dodge it. He just raised his hand when the fist reached his chest and easily grabbed the opponent's fist. There seemed to be no fighting spirit in Prescott's fist.
Earl Weili lightly stopped his attack, and then kicked him away in the astonished eyes of Prescott and everyone present.
And that seemingly light kick actually kicked Prescott directly like a cannonball into the wall at the door. Then with a bang, the wall from the arch to the building collapsed, raising a large amount of dust.
After the count kicked him away, he made no further moves. Instead, he praised with some appreciation: "This punch is very powerful!" In his opinion, it is very difficult for a young man with Prescott's strength in the kingdom to
No wonder he has such arrogance, it is indeed worthy of praise.
Even so, coupled with his expressionless look, anyone would interpret it as a contemptuous remark, which would make people feel unhappy.
…
(Wow!)
Everyone screamed in their hearts, wondering what this was.
Even if there was a huge disparity in strength between the lord and the senior knight, they wouldn't be kicked away with just one kick. This was so terrifying that Ian felt a little regretful in his heart and couldn't help but blame the original owner for not being a good knight in the first place.
The wizard is so weak now.
This also caused him to have little expectation for the magic spell that Consul promised, because the awakened person only has so much energy, so no matter how strong the magic spell suitable for the awakened person can be.
Haven't you seen that even if it is as powerful as the summoning of the dead, it is just useless and useless? It seems that if you are not a talented person, you should not think about fighting against the knights.
But now that things have developed, Ian has discovered that the only good thing is that his cheap dad is actually a thick thigh, which seems to be enough to protect him against many evil intentions. But in view of the bad relationship between the original owner and the other party, he is determined to find a way to repair it, so as not to
Miss this thigh.
Others did not have such complicated thoughts as Ian. Except for Fawn, they were all shocked by the strength shown by the count, especially the knights who came with Prescott, after seeing the other party defeat their captain so easily.
, and no longer dare to look down upon Earl Hyde just because he belongs to the Sentinel War.
(With this kind of strength, let alone three moves, if you really want to take it seriously, the captain may not be able to take even one move!)
Everyone's sight was blocked by the dust, and Prescott disappeared from the place where he fell. So the knight suddenly became anxious, fearing that his captain would be damaged, so he quickly ran over and shouted to the captain.
He knew how hard the count used that kick, and such force could not hurt the other party. But after Prescott didn't appear for a long time, he frowned and began to think about what the other party was doing.
"Ahem, I think Mr. Sainsbury's injury is serious, and it may be difficult to move. Why don't you go get some healing medicine, and I will arrange for someone to carry you to the room."
While he was doubting, Fawn suddenly said next to Earl Hyde. The Earl was puzzled by the old butler's intention. He was about to think that it was not so serious. How could he not be clear about his own actions? But he heard Ian also come over to help:
"Fahn is right. Let's go get the medicine first and tell you something by the way."
Fawn glanced at Ian with admiration, and then pleaded with his master again. In the earl's heart, Fawn's words were still very weighty. Therefore, despite his doubts, he followed Ian and left the square.
Shortly after the three fathers and children left, Prescott was seen walking out of the smoke. Apart from his livid face, there was no trace of any injuries on his body.
Prescott's eyes were gloomy and he was in a very bad mood. He originally thought that he would be able to go for several rounds with the opponent after practicing the advanced fighting spirit of the monastery, "Wind Scroll", but he didn't expect that he couldn't even sustain a single move. As expected,
He is a distinguished military Earl who has experienced countless iron-blooded battles. This is why he did not come out immediately, just to avoid further embarrassment.
Faen saw through it but didn't say anything. He looked like he didn't know anything and apologized with concern: "The count's attack was a bit harsh, please forgive me. Regarding your injury, we will get you medicine right away. Follow me now."
Can I rest in the guest room, sir?"
With a blue face, Prescott stared at Butler Fawn who showed a sincere apology. He suddenly felt depressed and could not vent his anger. He could only say coldly: "No need, I will pick up Ian in five days. I hope
Don't make any mistakes, otherwise I won't be the only one here."
After saying that, without waiting for Faen to respond, he turned around and left with his men, leaving Faen with a smile on his face and the collapsed wall.