Arknights is too real, right?

The opponent Xia Feng chose was beyond most people's expectations.

Even guests who don't know Frey can tell that this middle-aged man is obviously not a military commander. He is not tall and does not look powerful at all.

Facing Xia Feng's choice, Yingwu Shanxiong frowned slightly.

"Do you know Mr. Frey?"

"do not know."

"Then why did you choose him?"

"I chose him at random. Isn't he from the Sakurawu family?"

Faced with this rhetorical question, Sakura Takeyama could only reply with a slight cough.

"Your Excellency Frey has joined the Sakurawu family and is a member of the Sakurawu family."

"Then it doesn't matter."

After saying that, Xia Feng's mask lifted slightly.

"Sir Frey, please."

Frey, who had been toasting since the beginning of the banquet, never expected that someone would take the initiative to ask him to learn swordsmanship. At this moment, his face was slightly red, and he had obviously drunk too much.

I saw him laugh twice awkwardly.

"How about replacing Mr. Zhang San with someone else? It's not convenient for me. I'm old. It doesn't mean anything if you win, right?"

"Oh? Mr. Frey is afraid?"

Frey waved his hand to smooth things over.

"Okay, okay, I'm afraid, I'll admit defeat, I'll admit defeat, hahaha."

There is nothing wrong with admitting defeat in this self-deprecating way, but it is a pity that Frey, who was drunk, forgot that this was the East Kingdom.

As soon as he finished speaking, Sakura Takeyama's face suddenly changed drastically.

"Asshole!"

Frey's identity is the former Chief of Military Affairs of Victoria. Even if he is in trouble now, Sakura Takeyama has always respected him very much.

But at this moment, he was able to speak more frankly due to the strength of his drink. What's more, by surrendering without a fight, Frey's response to the challenge violated the principles of the Sakurawu family.

I saw Sakura Takeyama's eyes widening.

"Sir Frey, I know that you are a general and not a soldier, but in our Yingwu family, a general is a soldier. Death on the battlefield is a man's destiny. Facing the challenges of the younger generation, it is not shameful to lose. I dare not accept the challenge, so I disobey the samurai. Spirit!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was silent.

Frey was extremely embarrassed and blushed.

In the past, no one in the entire country would dare to talk to him like this. He is over 50 years old, and he still wants to compete with a weirdo wearing a mask with a sword? Isn't this a joke?

But there was no other way. At this moment, he was dependent on others and could only stand up bravely.

"Yes, the head of the Shanxiong family is right, okay, I will accept the challenge, hey."

The last protracted "Hey" could already be heard as Frey's helplessness.

He just wanted to go up and make some gestures and end this farce as soon as possible.

Taking a wooden knife, Frey briefly moved the soles of his feet that were numb from sitting down, and then stood in the center of the courtyard.

Seeing the two of them standing still, Yingwu Shanxiong finally smiled with satisfaction.

"Hahaha, both of you are the new forces of our Yingwu family. Needless to say, Mr. Frey. He once held an important position and has unimaginable strategic foresight. He will definitely help our Yingwu family quell the external chaos."

Then Yingwu Shanxiong looked at Xia Feng again.

"His Excellency Zhang San is very skilled in swordsmanship and is a rare talent. I am ready to make him a first-class general to help my Yingwu family go into battle to kill the enemy!"

Before the discussion began, Yamashio Sakurawu said one more wordy thing, perhaps because he was in a mood.

"Oh, maybe this is a coincidence. Both of you are from Victoria, and you are gathered together in my Yingwu family. It doesn't matter. Victory or defeat is a common thing for military strategists. You two are here to stay, especially Mr. Frey. Don't hurt your body. .”

Hearing this, Frey's face turned green.

Just now, she had scolded and ridiculed him to encourage him to challenge, but now she was worried about his health.

But having said that, Frey was a little surprised that the masked man in front of him was actually from Victoria.

No one knows what happened in Victoria better than Frey. It is thought-provoking to cross the sea and come to the distant Eastern Kingdom at this time.

However, the other party did not recognize him, which proved that this person was not a high-ranking member of the empire. He might be a down-and-out soldier or a gang member.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of saying hello, Frey raised his wooden knife and spoke first.

"Your Excellency Zhang San, please be gentle. It's not honorable for a young man to defeat an old guy like me."

However, there was no response under the mask.

Xia Feng gently raised the wooden sword in his hand and took an attacking posture.

"start!"

With the instructions issued by Sakurawu Shanxiong himself, the banquet and discussion began.

Anyone who has studied the art of swords can see that the person wearing the mask will definitely win in this competition, because Frey is obviously not very good at martial arts.

Sakura Wuyun on the periphery is already ready.

The first time Frei lost, he had to take his place and compete with Xia Feng, and he couldn't let Xia Feng leave the field with an excuse.

During the competition, he even wanted to find a way to take off Xia Feng's mask and fulfill the family master's instructions.

Of course, he felt very guilty about this. He regarded Xia Feng as his true brother, and even made plans to kowtow to apologize afterwards.

However, Xia Feng was destined not to give him a chance to make amends, or even give him a chance to play.

As the sparring began, Xia Feng raised his wooden sword and stabbed straight at Frey's chest without any moves at all.

Although Frey was not good at swordsmanship, the opponent's sword was so clumsy that he did not regard him as a human being. The wooden sword was approaching, and Frey swung it fiercely.

"Snapped!"

The wooden sword in Xia Feng's hand flew away and was hit in the air.

However, although the wooden sword flew away, his body was already in front of Frey.

The night was getting darker and the air was getting colder. Xia Feng lifted up his clothes and already held the cold Shenyue Sword at his waist with his left hand.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

At a very close distance, a voice that only Frey could hear came from under the mask.

"Frey, some things are destined to be repaid. No matter how far apart the world is, as long as I am alive, you will never be able to escape."

Hearing this voice, Frey's pupils shrank instantly.

At this moment, he finally recalled who this voice that seemed familiar just now was.

"summer"

"Frey, you have your position. You can send people to assassinate me again and again. Even so, I will not pursue you to this point. But you are wrong, killing my brother Xia Feng .”

He raised his head suddenly, and the moment his mask was lifted by inertia, Xia Feng's terrifying face came into view.

The right eye is a shocking scab, and the left eye is a crazy fire of revenge.

"Ding!"

The Shenyue Sword was instantly unsheathed, causing a cloud of blood mist as the guests in the entire courtyard watched.

"puff!"

Frey's arm holding the wooden sword flew into the air.

"ah!"

Frey's heart-rending screams rang through the night sky, but the next second, the screams were forcibly stopped.

Without any moves or skills, Xia Feng withdrew the Shenyue Sword and stabbed forward suddenly again.

"puff!"

The blade sank into Frey's chest, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

The Shenyue Sword was retracted from the original path, and thrust out again with an unforgettable obsession, accompanied by the roar that had been suppressed for countless nights under Xia Feng's mask.

"Frey, I will kill your uncle!!!"

The Shenyue Knife stabbed into Frey's chest one after another, and the blood and minced meat were carried into the air one by one.

"Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff!"

A Guang's last face in Shendi City appeared in front of Xia Feng's eyes, and the tears of nostalgia flowed under the mask, forming a sharp contrast with each swift stabbing.

Frey's eyes widened. Even though he was finally stabbed into a broken sack that couldn't breathe, Xia Feng still didn't stop.

The blade sank into the chest one after another, blood spattered, and it was extremely bloody.

Facing this horrifying scene, the expressions of all the generals in the entire courtyard changed drastically.

However, Xia Feng didn't seem to pay attention to anyone. In his eyes, he only saw the prey across the sea in front of him, which he had tracked for several days and months.

Tears of relief mixed with splatters of blood.

In his heart, it was not until this moment that the Victorian Dark Ages truly ended.