"The second round of the game begins." Seeing that the two of them on the stage were about to pinch, the old man simply announced the start of the game.
"Go to death! Remnants!" Without a word, Solo tightened the rapier in his hand and ran towards Lu Chuan under his feet. When he rushed in front of Lu Chuan, his sword slashed swiftly.
"Ding!" A flash of red light flashed past Lu Chuan's hand, and the Duolan sword was held horizontally in his hand, and Solo's offensive was easily resolved.
There was a shadow in Solo's gaze, the rapier in his hand did not stop at any time, and it fell heavily again after changing an angle.
"Dang!" Lu Chuan drew his sword in the opposite direction to block the offensive again. Because of Solo's pressure, Lu Chuan took a step back.
Seeing Lu Chuan being cut back by his own sword, Solo suddenly increased his confidence, and he kept hacking out with the rapier in his hand, but Lu Chuan was just an ambiguous parry, and his feet were constantly retreating from the center of the original sand. , Has been forced to the right by Solo.
"It's too weak, you can be an exclusive knight with this kind of strength? Facing a brass 4 star warrior, there is no way to fight back. Such a person is the most trash kind on the street, right? It is indeed the one chosen by the prince. The prince not only has poor talents, but also has such a bad vision, hahaha." The audience in the audience, seeing that Lu Chuan only knows to parry and will not look for opportunities to counterattack, they suddenly laughed. .
Just as Solo continued to attack Lu Chuan on the stage, a figure walked towards Jarvan and stood beside Jarvan.
"Chrissy? Long time no see." After Jarvan glanced at the visitor, his sword eyebrows were slightly furrowed, but out of courtesy, he still greeted him, but Demi, who was standing next to Jarvan, obviously didn't have such a good temper. He snorted and said without a word, "Yo, who am I? It turns out to be the rich man."
"Demi! Don't make trouble unreasonably." Gavin lightly scolded Demi, even though he didn't like the woman in a red robe and a black peaked cap in front of him, but she became a Demacia at a young age. Fang, the head of the Norman family, one of the wealthy, and still a woman, her scheming is obviously not comparable to that of a simple Demi.
Even if she becomes the throne in the future, she also needs to have a good relationship with the Norman family behind her. After all, for a country, the weight of the wealthy consortium family is very important, although the Norman family belongs to the several major consortium families in Demacia The type of bottoming.
Chrissy twiddled her black hair, and ignored Demi's childish provocation. Instead, she glanced at Jarvan and said, "It looks like your knight seems to be having a hard time parrying."
With that, she cast her gaze on the stage again, and Solo played as her exclusive knight. As far as the current performance is concerned, she was quite satisfied.
"The game is not over yet, it's hard to say the outcome." Jarvan said lightly, didn't want to have too many arguments with Chris, but the woman seemed to be clinging to it, and with a somewhat provocative expression. , "At most one minute, Solo won't let me down."
Jarvan's eyes sank, calmly suppressing the anger in his eyes.
Father Harriman’s current situation can be roughly understood by him as the prince. Now the power lurking in the dark is constantly expanding, and some of the most powerful and respected families in Demacia have moved closer to that power. But the royal family was slowly isolated. For now, speaking better, the royal family is the highest authority in Demacia's face, but speaking more ugly, the power of the royal family has almost been emptied.
Regardless of the consortium or the strength of the troops, Harriman is now a little weak, and it is difficult to summon those people. There were even a few times that Harriman was dismissed by the gang of forces after he released the policy. This was absolutely impossible when Demacia II was in power.
The only thing Jarvan can do is to calm his temper and try his best to help his father, Harrimandola, pull out some alliances. Once that power is like a snake out of the cave, he can at least have some resistance.
So Jarvan was patience, and when he was not a last resort, he really didn't want to offend the Norman family, who was fairly rich in money.
A generation of princes has to worry about the feelings of people who ridicule him. This grievance can only be seen as a waste in the eyes of others, and an untalented prince can abruptly swallow it.
If he can be stronger and the talent displayed is higher, I am afraid that those secret forces will also be jealous, right
It's a pity... Jarvan clenched his fist secretly, and loosened it weakly.
His talent has been destined since he was born. Isn't he practicing hard? Before meeting Lu Chuan, he was in the hunting garden almost every night, facing those fierce beasts alone, and almost died several times. Under the claws of beasts, isn't it just to condense and improve one's own cultivation base.
When the prince was troubled by his thoughts, the audience suddenly burst into surprise from the audience. Jarvan hurriedly looked up, only to find that Lu Chuan, who had been suppressed by the wind, did not know what method he used. , With a single blow, Solo flew away, and on the blood sword in his hand, a purple light quietly dissipated.
"Compared to a week ago, you are weaker." Lu Chuan glanced at Solo who fell on the ground coldly. The soft armor on his chest had been cut out by the sharp Duolan sword, and blood appeared in the wound. , But because of Lu Chuan's better control, Solo's injuries were not fatal.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Solo muttered in disbelief.
He fought against Lu Chuan a week ago. That day because he was unprepared, Lu Chuan quietly contained skills on his sword and threw him into the air by opportunism. But this time, Solo was also secretly guarding while attacking. Lu Chuan's skill.
As a result, when Lu Chuan seized a flaw and released the weird purple light skill, Solo unexpectedly found that he could not resist the strong sword aura. He was stunned and flew more than ten meters away in the sand. There was a deep mark on the ground, the soft armor on his chest was also split by a sword, the flesh turned out, and blood poured out.
"I'm going to kill you! Obviously just a common citizen..." Solo was also mad. He tried to provoke Lu Chuan and failed. Instead, he blocked a few words. Su Luo's energy and blood were suddenly surging. Lu Chuan rushed to the past, and Lu Chuan deliberately suppressed the fluctuation of his breath to the brass 5 stars, and he also resisted in the early stage.
If it was just to resist, the fluctuations of the breath would not change much, which also caused Solo to not discover for the first time that Lu Chuan had already raised his cultivation base to the same level as him.
When Lu Chuan was a 5-star brass, he could retreat the 4-star Brass Solo with a single blow. Now Lu Chuan has stepped into the cultivation base of the 4-star brass, and explosive cut contains the power. It's more than five times that of an ordinary attack!
"You are dying!" There was a frenzy on Solo's face. He held the rapier tightly in his hand, and a white light quietly sank into the hilt. The ultimate move he relied on was the low-level high-grade one. "Knight Glory", although he only comprehends a small part of the realm, the low-level and high-grade skills are not the ordinary swordsmanship that can be seen everywhere on the roadside. Many martial arts practitioners have been passing down the skills, but only You can imagine the power of low-level mid-level and low-level high-level skills.
As long as he releases this small part of the mighty knight's glory, he can severely damage the boy in front of him.
Solo smiled grimly, a white glow on the hilt of the sword became more and more intense.
He used his eyes to catch Lu Chuan's presence at this time, waiting for him to be given a fatal blow.
Suddenly, Solo's face was slightly startled.
That kid... is gone! !
He disappeared on the field...
[It's 5 o'clock in the morning, I can't carry it anymore, so I go to bed first and get up to make up for the third watch. 】