Snapped!
On the platform, Boyle had already stepped hard on the ground and rushed towards Gray.
He was two years older than Gray, half a head taller than Gray, and a bit bigger.
He jumped out with a fierce momentum, like a rampaging beast, rushing towards Gray, and the knife in his hand was the sharp horn of the beast.
Knowing that Gray lacked combat experience, he attacked with force, hoping to use his momentum to make Gray panic.
"drink-"
He threw himself in front of Green, and quickly slashed out with the iron wood sword in his hand. The momentum of his forward thrust made the sword he slashed out more powerful than usual.
Moreover, he also has quite a lot of combat experience. When the blade of the sword is in front of Gray, it is the most powerful. It can be said that the power of this sword is fully displayed.
From this point alone, it is not difficult to see that he is more than a star and a half better than Ellis. If Ellis were to compete with him, the probability of defeat would be at least 90%.
It's no wonder that Viscount Oliver would propose such a discussion. Although Boll's combat talent in front of him is not yet at the level of combat talent, it is definitely enough to be evaluated as having good combat talent.
Snapped!
Facing the menacing and sweeping black iron-wood sword, Gray took a step back. To outsiders, it looked like he was frightened and retreated hastily to avoid it.
But just this step back caused the black ironwood sword to pass in front of him. The strong wind it brought about even made his black hair fly, but it just failed to touch him.
"Scared? Blinded?"
The younger generations of the noble families in the audience all had doubts in their eyes.
The dodge just now was just right. Even if it were them, they might not be able to do it. But why did this action seem to be frightened and subconsciously dodge back
"Um?"
Saroyan, who didn't pay too much attention to this battle and was just watching casually, let out a light sigh in his heart and a strange color flashed in his eyes.
Although the young man named Gray in front of him has good training talent, he is still too young after all. He has only been exposed to actual combat for a few months, so his combat level can be imagined.
So he doesn't care too much about this battle. If Boyle wins, he won't look down on the Oliver family because of it, because that's how it should be. If Gray loses, he won't look down on the Fergus family because of it. Because it's a given.
Just as Viscount Oliver thought before, this battle has become a pure discussion that has nothing to do with interests.
But when Gray took a step back and cleverly avoided Boyle's slash, his eyes couldn't help but shine.
Many of the children of the noble families present thought that Gray's clever evasion just now was luck. However, as a high-level blood warrior who was not far away from a fierce blood warrior, he had extraordinary eyesight and could naturally tell at a glance. This is not luck.
This recent member of the Fergus family seemed a little unusual, which aroused his interest.
Of course, when it comes to eyesight, Saroyan is naturally not the strongest among the people present. Among the people present, there are also many people who can see that Gray's avoidance is not accidental, at least the heads of various noble families can see it.
Even outstanding young people like Joey, Colliver, and Timothy have either seen it or already have guesses in their minds.
It is worth mentioning that at this time, Viscount Oliver's face was ugly, not ordinary ugly. At this time, he was depressed and vomiting blood. Is this a sign of lack of combat experience? Go cheat the blood beast...
Most of the nobles believed that Gray's avoidance just now was mostly due to luck, especially Boyle who was fighting Gray.
He didn't care if the blow missed. He took a step forward, spun the knife he produced, and prepared to strike at Gray again from the other side.
But Gray obviously had no intention of giving him such an opportunity.
Peng!
Instead of retreating, he advanced forward, leaned forward, and the ironwood sword in his hand suddenly slashed diagonally, heading towards Boyle's neck.
boom!
At the critical moment, Boyle held the iron wood sword across his chest to block the sword, but his hasty block still caused him to stumble and take three steps back.
Until then, his face finally turned serious, and he finally realized that Gray might not be the kind of person who lacked actual combat experience as he imagined.
But so what if he discovered it, Gray's attack was far from stopping there.
Whoosh!
Taking three steps, Gray quickly caught up with Boyle. Before Boyle could adjust, the ironwood sword slashed out again, with the same target on his neck.
When wearing a combat uniform, the neck is the most vulnerable area to attack. If other areas are protected by combat uniforms, the damage will undoubtedly be greatly reduced.
boom!
Boyle hastily resisted and was repulsed again.
Bang, bang, bang!
Gray didn't give Boyle a chance to regroup. He pursued, attacked, pursued, attacked... over and over again.
Even if he could only use the strength of the lower blood warrior, he was faster than Boyle. With this speed, Boyle was forced to resist again and again, and was knocked back again and again.
"drink-"
After being suppressed one after another, and knowing that he would definitely lose if he continued like this, Boyle looked anxious, gritted his teeth, and suddenly shouted like a beast that was cornered.
As he drank loudly, a trace of the little blood power in his body poured into his knife-holding hand, and he felt that the strength of the knife-holding hand suddenly became much stronger. The wooden sword actually felt a lot lighter.
Feeling confident, he suddenly slashed away at the incoming ironwood sword, and a harsh whistling sound could be heard in the air.
As a low-level blood warrior, after his strength was increased by the power of blood, he was already comparable to Kepel who did not use the power of blood.
Uh-huh!
With one slash of the knife, Boyle wiped away the aggrieved feelings he had felt before, feeling like he was sweating profusely in his heart.
After being forced by Gray to the point where he could only parry, he had never struck out with such a smooth sword. Every time he had to resist hastily, that feeling made him really uncomfortable.
"Boyle, be careful!"
But at this moment, he suddenly heard the loud exclamation of Keppel, the eldest brother in the audience.
He tilted his head slightly, and the hairs all over his body suddenly stood up, as if someone had poured cold water on his naked body in winter, because he had already seen a black shadow less than twenty centimeters away from his neck.
It was a sword that was completely black and had no edge.
But in his eyes, it was no less threatening than a sword with an edge.
The neck is already fragile. If he suffers such a heavy blow, he will be seriously injured even if he does not die. At this time, his knife has already been slashed out, and the force is too strong. There is no time to retract to resist, and it is too late to dodge.
Uh-huh!
The sound of strong wind had already hit his neck, and his muscles were tense and ready to withstand the impact. But at this moment, when the black ironwood sword was only two or three centimeters away from him, the black ironwood sword But it suddenly stopped.
"call-"
Seeing the black iron wood sword stop suddenly in front of his neck, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and his whole body actually felt like he was exhausted.
Then another sense of humiliation came to my mind, and my face turned red instantly. I was actually defeated by a person who was much younger than me who had only been exposed to actual combat for a few months at most? !
He could already imagine how disappointed his father and brother would be in the audience, and how surprised and contemptuous the children of those noble families would look at him.
"Boyle actually lost?!"
Some noble children couldn't believe it.
"He actually lost to a guy who had only been a low-level blood warrior for a few months. Isn't this Boyle's strength too weak?"
There are noble children with contempt on their faces.
"It's not that Boyle is too weak, but that Gray is too strong. I didn't expect that Gray is not only extremely talented in cultivation, but also extremely talented in combat."
Only a few nobles were fair, but their voices were all covered by one-sided voices.
…
"Really won?"
Ceni looked at the stage in surprise.
Although he kept saying that Gray would be the winner, it was just to fight with his sister. He never thought that Gray would be the winner. After all, the gap in combat experience was there.
Qiao Li's delicate brows wrinkled and relaxed, relaxed and wrinkled again. She looked at her mother, Viscount Bessemer, and asked.
"Mother, is that a fighting talent?"
"Can't be wrong."
Viscount Bessemer's eyes were profound.
Others may not feel it or may still be suspicious, but as someone with fighting talent and a strength as high as a Vicious Blood Warrior, she is already very sure.
Although his combat skills are still immature, he has extremely keen intuition about the timing of combat.
At the last moment, in order to get rid of being suppressed by Gray, Boyle used the power of blood to surge his strength.
But precisely because of the sudden surge in power, he was unable to adapt to the sudden increase in power, and his control became worse, causing the sword to be cut too wide and unable to be withdrawn in time.
This only happened in a short moment. A lower-level blood warrior would not notice it at all, but the opponent noticed it and turned it into an opportunity to win. After avoiding it, he immediately counterattacked and finally won.
This kind of grasp of the timing of combat requires either extremely rich combat experience or combat talent. Given the opponent's age, it is obviously impossible to have extremely rich combat experience, so there is no doubt that the opponent has combat talent.
On the Richens family side.
"Brother, what do you think?"
Timothy frowned and looked at his eldest brother.
Although he also guessed that the result would be one-sided, the direction of this one-sided tilt was a bit wrong. In his guess, the one-sided winner should be Gray Fergus, but now the loser is Boyle Oliver. , the result was completely opposite to what he expected.
Colliver did not answer immediately, but the expression in his eyes changed, and he turned back after a moment.
"Although he doesn't pose a threat to us now, he will definitely be a big threat in the future. The only good thing is that he is much younger than us. By the time his strength reaches our level, we will have reached a higher level. "
On the Shelly family side.
"Strong rival..."
The two young men Bach Shirley and Kes Shirley, who were previously ordered to watch carefully by Viscount Shirley, looked at me and I looked at you, their eyes full of solemnity.
Although he has not yet fought against this Gray Fergus, from this exchange alone, it is not difficult to notice that this Gray Fergus has rich combat experience. He does not look like a person who has only been exposed to actual combat for a few months.
(End of chapter)