The sand in the hourglass is about to run away completely, but the winner in the square is about to be decided.
Gus roared loudly, raised his giant sword high, leaped into the air and struck hard at Lancelot. The latter did not dodge or dodge, but placed the heavy sword behind him, with the tip of the sword pointing diagonally at the ground.
The next moment, the sword light suddenly appeared!
As soon as the giant sword in Guts' hand fell, it was cut into two pieces by the sword light. The tip of the sword flew rapidly into the air, and Guts smashed down with a groan.
"Gus!"
Regardless of his ribs being broken by Lancelot's kick, Griffith rushed towards the Knight on the Lake as fast as he could. The knight's sword in his hand seemed like a flexible eagle claw and struck Lancelot at a tricky angle.
It is undeniable that Griffith is a genius. Regardless of appearance, physical fitness, swordsmanship, tactical layout, and flexible mind, he can achieve the best level in all aspects. At least in the past twenty years, he has not met anyone stronger than himself. Even if he faces Gus, he can easily win.
It wasn't until Griffith faced Heather that he understood what "powerful" meant. Later, Griffith comforted himself that maybe it was just a wizard's trick, and if he commanded the entire Eagle Regiment to attack, he would definitely be able to capture the sea. After a long period of self-suggestion, he finally managed to get rid of the psychological shadow caused by Heather.
But now, Griffith once again experienced the despair of being completely unable to win in Lancelot.
The opponent is no longer so powerful that the ordinary [number of people] can make up the difference. Even if I command the Eagle Regiment to attack, I am afraid that the Eagle Regiment will suffer heavy casualties or even be completely defeated, right?
If all the twelve knights of the Fire Sword Mercenary Group had this level of power... no, even if they were weaker than Lancelot, the cavalry commando they formed could easily penetrate into the core of any army and take down the enemy. The general's head was taken away and he walked away.
It's so scary. It's like the Urban Cannon, a cross-era killer weapon suddenly appeared in the cold weapon era. It's a completely cross-latitude strike.
Must win! Must win!
Griffith roared in a rare voice, staring with his eyes and pouring all his strength into the knight's sword in his hand. The tip of the sword was getting closer and closer to the gap in the armor on Lancelot's ribs. Griffith was getting closer and closer. Si could already foresee the feeling of the sword piercing deeply into the flesh, and the tragic sight of blood spurting out from the gaps in the armor.
Wait, why is it dark in front of me?
Peng——!!
The epee crossed in front of his ribs and accurately blocked the thrust of the knight's sword. At the same time, Lancelot clenched his left fist and hit Griffith hard in the face!
The eagle-beaked helmet instantly deflated, and Griffith's beautiful face was distorted and deformed by the cold dark blue gauntlet. Blood and broken teeth spattered from the corners of his mouth, as well as that unbelievable look in his eyes.
White Eagle Griffith's body was like a tattered rag doll, spinning in the air while slamming hard on the ground. After bouncing up, he flipped around in the air and fell further to the ground again. He repeated this three times before dragging it. Waves of smoke and dust rolled around on the ground several times, and he lay paralyzed and stopped moving.
The onlookers of the Eagle Group were speechless. The leader they thought was invincible was knocked unconscious so easily, and the opponent didn't even bother to use a sword to fight the enemy!
Casca covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes. Jiedu and Bibin were also silent, as if it was difficult to accept this reality.
Next to the inner bonfire, Heather's exclamation rang out - [Trying to play with this villain as a villain? Sir Lancelot, you still know how to play! 】
[Reminder, it’s time to stop acting once the performance is over. If it goes too far, they will really lose.] Rong Qishi reminded him in time.
[Oh, yes, yes, it’s time to show off, let’s see you perform as Sir Lancelot!]
Lancelot nodded slightly and glanced at the hourglass in the distance. The last few gravels were about to fall below. After estimating that the time was almost up, he raised his sword and walked towards Griffith, saying in a low voice: "You
Can this be considered a knight? Come on, I will give you the dignity of being a knight."
As soon as he took a step, Lancelot suddenly stopped and swung the giant sword back violently.
Clang! The blade and the broken sword collided hard, causing fierce sparks to burst out.
Gus, whose head and face were covered with blood, looked ferocious and crazy. He held the half-broken sword tightly with both hands and slashed at Lancelot like a mad wolf, completely giving up his defensive posture.
"Ahhh! Never! I will never let you kill Griffith! Kill you! Kill you!!"
Facing the crazy Gus, even Lancelot had to stop and wave his sword to resist.
It lasted for less than ten seconds, and the broken sword in Gus's hand was knocked away by Lancelot with skillful force. It spun around a few times and then hit the ground with a clang.
The blade of the giant sword was pressed against Gus's neck, and Lancelot's eyes flashed red: "Young wolf, aren't you afraid of death?"
"Death can happen at any time, it just depends on the method and cause of death. Besides, we lasted for one minute."
Gus stiffened his neck and pointed at the hourglass in the distance.
Only then did Lancelot belatedly turn his head to look at the hourglass, only to see that there was no sand above the hourglass. Baron Mario had just been completely attracted by the fierce battle, and saw Lancelot and
While Gus was looking over here, he subconsciously lowered his head to look at the hourglass, and suddenly exclaimed: "Time is over! The Eagles survived the test for one minute!"
The Eagles stagnated for a moment, then burst into violent cheers. Casca took the lead and rushed towards Griffith, while some people, especially the commando members commanded by Gus, ran towards Gus.
In their opinion, Guts performed better than Griffith and was the biggest contributor to passing this trial.
That’s three thousand gold coins!
In the center of the square, Lancelot looked away from the hourglass. When he found Gus still glaring at him, he laughed softly, took the giant sword away from Gus's neck, and walked towards the Knights of the Round Table without looking back.
Side, leaving only low words:
"Oh, little wolf, wait until you grow into a real wolf of darkness and fight me again. By then it will be a one-on-one duel, and I will go all out."
Gus was stunned.
He felt expectations from Lancelot, which was an emotion he had rarely experienced since he was a child. The most important thing was that Lancelot's strength had already penetrated into Gus's heart. He did not resent this expectation, but felt it in his heart.
A flame ignited faintly——
This extremely powerful knight recognized me, and he looked forward to fighting me again.
Gus clenched his fists unconsciously, and Gus didn't know that a smile appeared on his face at this time.
This scene happened to fall in the eyes of Griffith, who had just woken up.