Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 205

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 205]

Saw something amazing.

Charles thought to himself.

He suspected that he was the only one who saw what was happening in that instant, when Conrad swung the stick at Leopold, who quickly swung his sword across the stick, clearly mastering the flow of power The direction of the attack, strike at the right position, so that this huge impact is fully returned, enough to knock Conrad himself flying.

Returning the incoming power through a delicate blow… is already an attack method beyond human imagination. Ciel looked at Leopold, and a guess suddenly flashed in his mind.

“Divinity,” Gladius said.

“I think so too,” Ciel thought to himself. “Divinity, Leopold must also have divinity, and can use his own divinity to do extraordinary things. Is it the divinity in combat?”

“I see his soul.”

“how is it like?”

“The bright yellow, or golden soul, is invincible, unstoppable, and wrapped in at least two divinities. Fuck, I have to taste it! It must be very delicious!” Gladiu said excitedly.

“Does Leopold want to be a god, too?”

“A poor man like you thinks about collecting divinity and finally crosses the ladder to the gods. For someone like him, I’m afraid it’s just that the king of darkness killed a few gods at random, and gave him the divinity.”

“But I heard that he has never been involved in dark rituals, and he doesn’t like the Dark Lord either.”

“Fool, let someone hide it in a special jade box and give it to him. What does he know? You understand it yourself.”

The people present were convinced by this miraculous blow, and they scrambled to shout.

“His Royal Highness Leopold!”

“so amazing!”

“Oh oh oh!”

Baron Sivar smiled: “His Royal Highness’s martial arts are really amazing.” Then he ordered several servants to drag Conrad away, who was screaming and screaming, so as not to affect everyone’s emotions.

Leopold looked at the crowd of wandering knights and mercenaries with great interest, and he stretched out his finger to a vigorous man: “Sir, are you willing to fight me!”

The man Leopold was referring to was a tall, thin man in a leather armor with a thin face and unkempt hair.

He looks like a coy and passive person, but his actions are very clean and neat. As soon as he was called, he quickly walked to the side of the court, picked up a wooden spear, walked into the arena, and turned the spear around in his hand: “Lori the Southerner too.”

“The Southerners have the best physique and the most determined fighting attitude, come on!” Leopold said enthusiastically.

Lori moved forward, his footsteps were very strange, he was jumping forward, each step was far apart, and he moved quickly, and within a few seconds, he closed the distance and came to Leopold, with a spear. Sting like a viper.

If it were me, what would I do?

I’ll swing my knife, I’ll cut him off before he can throw his spear, Ciel thought.

Leopold took a different tack. He stepped back and opened the space for himself, while Lori jumped forward, jabbing forward with his spear, in pursuit.

This was right in Leopold’s arms. He opened the neutral block in front of his chest to lure Lori to attack, and then evaded sideways at a very fast speed, and his spear could pierce the air.

Without a single blow, Lori’s face changed suddenly, and he quickly wanted to retract the spear, but it was too late. Leopold took advantage of the situation and slashed horizontally with his sword, slashing Lori neatly.

“Go on,” Lori said briefly, then danced the spear in his hand tightly, and continued to attack Leopold.

Leopold repeatedly parried, and their weapons tinkled five or six times in the air. Charles counted in his heart. When he counted to the seventh, Lori suddenly changed his movements, jumped to the side, and then stretched his arms and speared his spear. The tip poked Leopold’s neck.

This was the ultimate move, and Ciel instantly realized Lori’s intention. He first collided with his weapon to let the opponent enter the rhythm, and when Leopold was used to receiving the attack, he suddenly changed direction.

This time Leopold will suffer.

However, the level of competition of this nobleman Luoman is still higher than Ciel imagined. Leopold did not hit the trick at all. When Lori jumped away, he was ready to fight back. When he stabbed, he quickly blocked it, making the blow directly missed.

He is experienced, skilled, and has excellent physical fitness. In terms of extraordinary power, he is also blessed with divinity and multiple magic props.

Ciel hides in the crowd, and his awareness of Leopold is raised again.

If you can’t be an ally with him, you have to kill him, he’s definitely the biggest obstacle to my West Coast operations.

Being an enemy of someone like him… is extremely dangerous.

Seeing that the attack was missed, Lori immediately ducked. He was sweating all over, gasping for breath, and shouting, “I lost!”

“Very good! Very strong! Thank you very much!” Leopold shouted.

If someone else had said that, Ciel would have thought it was sarcasm, but Leopold had an air of righteousness that made it impossible to think of sarcasm.

“Yes, I appreciate it too!” Lori greeted Leopold.

“The South and we are now divided, and I wish the Loman lands were once again united under one banner!” said Leopold impassionedly, “I believe that day will come!”

His voice was very loud, and the people present could hear it clearly, and many people wept for it.

“Uuuuuu…”

“Ah… the war, let’s end it soon!”

Damn… Even I am a little moved. It is a great ideal to reunify our deeply divided motherland, from Qinghe in the south to Yuwan Hall in the far north, the civil war will stop, and the kingdom will be reunited.

Leopold…a worthy role model.

“Kill him, eat him,” Gladiu whispered. “He doesn’t fit in with this world, he should be damned.”

Chapter 262 Smell

“It’s getting a little hot.” Leopold lowered his sword. “Who’s next?”

A white-armored knight immediately jumped out of the crowd, he was beautiful, personable, with sharp eyebrows, fair skin, and an open helmet, as if he didn’t want to hide his beauty: “His Royal Highness Leopold, I’ll be your opponent! ”

“I love Brave Challengers! Tell me your name!” Leopold said loudly.

“Pedro of Fountain Hall,” he said proudly, “Your Highness, put on your helmet, I might hit you.”

“Confident! But I don’t need it!” Leopold said. “Shoot me in the head and I’ll give you a hundred bounty, okay!”

“Even a wooden sword is very dangerous!” Pedro urged, “I can’t afford to hurt you!”

“Okay! Who can lend me a helmet?” Leopold looked at the crowd beside him.

“I!”

“I come!”

“Use mine!” People scrambled to get closer to him.

A very friendly man, Ciel has to admit that as long as he speaks, everyone will obey, as long as he points the way, everyone will move forward, and his will can replace the will of many people.

If such a person is kind-hearted, he will save the troubled world and help the country.

But if it is a treacherous person, the whole world will be dragged into the abyss by him alone.

So we are social creatures, Shire thought to himself, and the people who have achieved the most are those leaders who can call upon the majority, and who can unleash a force from one corner of society, gathered by millions, huge and boundless, crushing all resistance By.

“Wrong, that’s the rules of the technical world.” Gladiu was dissatisfied, “In our magic world, the greatest are always those strong men who have gathered thousands of mighty forces together.”

“The strong… the kind that can destroy the army?”

“Stronger, you can manipulate the natural climate at will, destroy the city with your eyes, have enough concealment to keep yourself from being discovered, and have super fast movement speed to appear in every corner of the world, thousands of mortals can only shrink and bow down, Trembling, its joys and sorrows determine the future of the entire world, and it rules the world by its own preferences.”

“With such a strong power, do you still think of yourself like the most ordinary human beings?”

“Yes, no matter how powerful things are, they are selfish. In other words, they are selfish because they are powerful.”

Ciel looked at the center of the field, the duel between Pedro, the white armored knight, and Leopold, the noble boy, must be very exciting.

Baron Sivar gave the order, and they began to fight.

However, Ciel’s mind is all about other things. The person who has great power and can finally change the world by himself, and the person who has leadership ability and can summon the majority to fight, which one is more powerful? ?

When the white divinity started to function, Ciel’s thinking went deeper and deeper.

The powerful dictator is very terrifying, like a demon in hell, imprisoning intelligent creatures, creating a beautiful simulated society for them to live in, and observing what happens in it.

But I don’t like it, to force other people according to my own ideas, to domesticate other people, this kind of thing…

Leaders among mortals are weak on many levels. They are unable to resist assassinations, stray arrows, are afflicted with disease, and are tortured by the shadow of death. Isn’t it ridiculous that there are also wise kings and good masters?

There are even those who are confused in their later years and make big mistakes. How sad.

Ciel heard a series of violent clashes of weapons, and Pedro and Leopold must have fought fiercely.

Absolutely Leopold wins because he is very strong and charismatic.

I think so much about him, isn’t it because I feel a sense of crisis and uncertainty?

It’s a rare feeling in my life to find someone else as strong and excellent as me, first a little excited, then nervous, he might beat me in the future, crush my influence, destroy my painstaking efforts, so far All the hard-earned achievements, even replace me, kill me, and become the legend of this age.

Just like the ecology of a lion!

I am a lion who roams the wilderness, hunts sheep, subdues wolves, and has a laid-back attitude.

But when I see another lion, I’ll burst with blood and rage, and I just want to tear it apart, because I don’t allow other people as strong as myself to exist, there can only be one in a territory A lion or a tiger.

Ah, Elijah said something similar to me before, which means I really…

“Hello!” A cry woke Charles from his musings.

Ciel looked up and found that everyone was looking at him, and countless eyes were cast on him.

He wanted to respond, but knew that Leopold was there and couldn’t make a sound.

“Hey!” Pedro yelled again.

He ended his duel with Leopold, apparently not winning, because he was in a bad mood.

And Leopold returned the helmet, still confident.

Charles nodded symbolically.

This almost angered Pedro, who shouted, “You bastard! You’ve been keeping your head down, haven’t you! You didn’t even watch our awesome fight!”

Charles shrugged.

“What do you mean? Look down on me?” Pedro’s beautiful face was almost contorted, hideous with anger, “Do you think you have the slightest chance?”

I’m on… that’s fine.

So Charles nodded.

Pedro widened his eyes and pointed at Charles: “You come up now.”

Leopold laughed: “Come on! Friends! Now look at the skills of the wandering knight! Of course, Mr. Pedro is already very good, I admit! I’m just a little better than him!”

“Lord Leopold, I’m not as strong as you, but it’s definitely more than enough to teach such a third-rate knight.” Pedro said solemnly.

“yes.”

“Lord Pedro is very strong.”

“Ah, there’s a good show to watch!” the people shouted.

Lose to Pedro, Ciel thought to himself, let go, hide, and make himself worthless, so that he can hide from Leopold.

Fortunately, the training weapon of his choice was used. If he took out a gray knife, Leopold would have seen it at a glance.

It was half a year ago that I met Leopold on the battlefield, so long has passed, I hope he forgets my voice…

Pedro tapped the ground with his wooden sword and urged, “Come on, dawdling, do you want me to wait for you? Third-rate knight?”

Ciel glanced at the weapons on the weapon rack. What kind of weapons could make him lose quickly was still a question.

He swept through the various training weapons and picked up a wooden dagger.

“Mr. Pete.” Cival called out Ciel’s pseudonym. “My God, that’s not a weapon, that’s a broken wooden sword! It’s useless!”

Ciel nodded as usual, without saying a word, holding the dagger, looking at Pedro.

Pedro’s eyes widened and his voice hoarse: “You are crazy. You are absolutely crazy to fight against me like this. You are a joke, are you here to be a joke?”

Ciel shook his head and pointed at Pedro with his broken sword.

Pedro frowned, his expression soothed, and his beautiful face returned to calm: “Forget it, let’s cut off your joke. You are really insulting yourself.”

“Okay,” Cival laughed a few times. “It’s so interesting, let’s get started! The Traveler and Pedro of Fountain Hall!”

After the start, Pedro quickly rushed towards Ciel and slashed at him with his sword: “Fall for me!”

[End of This Chapter]