In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

After Lothar left the field.

Abelardo appears again.

This knight who has won many championship knight honors in Lombardy is indeed a master who cannot be underestimated.

He made it all the way to the finals with ease.

Even the two knights who were wearing half plate armor and looked like iron cans were defeated by him through exquisite tactics.

"He is worthy of the name of Abelardo, the famous general who followed Charlemagne. Abelardo was in a crushing state throughout the whole process. The gap is really huge."

"Abelardo has obviously more experience in competitive competitions and is better at conserving energy than young people like Lothar Knight."

"It seems that there is no suspense in the final. This Abelardo will once again win the honorary title of Champion Knight."

"It's such a pity that a Lombard won the highest honor in the knightly competition held by Germania Magna."

Lothar frowned.

It’s not that I’m unhappy that people don’t think highly of me.

After all, Abelardo was a senior who had swept all competitions among the Lombard city-states, so it was normal for him to be inferior to his opponent.

Without the blessing of the system, the original owner would just be a knight with good talent, far from being a gifted person.

However, it is really puzzling that Abelardo still has so much physical strength after so many battles.

There are many ways to conserve physical strength, but this person is using half-hand sword, open and close. Even if he has some special skills, he shouldn't be able to do so with ease.

"It doesn't matter if I'm cheating, how can you, an ordinary knight, last so long?"

Lothar frowned.

The situation on the court was still one-sided.

Abelardo's opponent obviously also consumed a lot of energy. Facing Abelardo's fierce attack like a violent storm, he could only parry.

Not long after, he spotted a flaw and knocked the armed sword out of his hand.

Abelardo wins!

Because his opponent lost so quickly, Lothar only had time to drink some water, and then with the help of Ryan and Model, he got back on the horse again.

He took over the white beech lance he had obtained from his previously defeated opponent. The two he had purchased previously had both broken in the previous battle.

He raised the kite-shaped shield with the emblem of the standing lion. This iron-clad shield was already scarred after a round of competition, and it was full of holes pierced by lances.

But he couldn't replace the trophy shield he got from the other knights. It had their exclusive coat of arms on it. It was dishonorable to use this shield until it was erased.

What's more, the condition of those shields is not much better than the one in Lothar's hand.

Abelardo is different. He has more experience and has already prepared a replacement shield.

His coat of arms is nine gold beads scattered in an arrangement. The paint may also be mixed with gold powder, which reflects the dazzling light under the reflection of the sun.

Just listen to the announcer shouting: "Next is the critical moment to witness the birth of the champion knight. The Lothar knight from Allgao will have a final decisive battle with Abelardo from Tuscany."

"Heavenly Father, He will watch over these two warriors to receive the final honor, Amen!"

Amid people's cheers, the two slowly entered the room.

"You were able to fight until the end, I really didn't disappoint you."

Abelardo raised his lance and pointed the tip of the lance at Lothar: "But unfortunately, I will no longer have any strength left in the next battle. You can admit defeat in time to avoid irreparable damage."

Lothar's voice came out from under the barrel helmet, and it seemed a little loud: "I also give these words to you. Give up early to avoid damage."

Both of them have no background.

Abelardo came from the Medici family in Tuscany, and was the second son of the family. Basically, he was just a landless knight wandering around, but he was just more famous.

Same goes for Lothar.

He knew Count Argau, and even if he died, he wouldn't be too heartbroken.

This is a man who values ​​the interests of his family above all else, and will never act on impulse, so he attacks Abelardo.

After all, being killed on the fighting field was an honest duel, and no one could make a mistake.

If someone wants revenge, he will be despised by the entire aristocratic world.

"Then let's get started."

Abelardo tapped his shield with his lance, dug his heels into the horse's belly, and roared loudly: "Allez! (Drive!)"

Lothar also boosts horse speed.

The competition venue was limited, and the two of them didn't have much time to increase their horse speed. They had time to launch a fierce charge, so they could only make their mounts run as fast as possible to increase the power of the charge.

boom--

The two lances penetrated the opponent's shield at the same time, and the horse let out an overwhelmed wail. The majestic force sent the two men flying away.

Lothar felt as if his whole body was falling apart, and there were bursts of severe pain in the chest where the opponent's lance poked him. It was definitely not just a minor bruise, it was probably even a broken rib.

On the other hand, Abelardo, although he was also hit by the lance in Lothar's hand, quickly stood up again, raised the knight's sword in his hand, and responded to the cheers on the field as if he had won.

"Abelardo!"

"Abelardo!"

People cheered Abelardo's name wildly, as if they were witnessing a new star rising.

There was a smile on Abelardo's face under his helmet. He had never chosen to be loyal to a certain lord, he was just waiting for a price.

Obviously, Leopold's generosity successfully conquered him.

Prajna, who was standing in the stands, clenched the wooden railing tightly, with a rare hint of coldness in his expression.

Hans, Ryan and Model also shouted anxiously: "Sir, are you okay? We admit defeat, get our lord out quickly!"

Lothar slowly climbed up with the armed sword in his hand.

He shook his head to the anxious crowd, signaling them not to make rash decisions.

He looked down at his chest, where the burqa had been torn, revealing the deformed ring locks underneath.

Chain armor has strong defense against cuts and stabs, but it cannot protect against blunt injuries.

If his physical strength hadn't been enhanced to an inhuman level, he would have completely lost his fighting ability at this moment.

People in the stands also noticed this scene, and the cheers gradually subsided, replaced by bursts of surprised comments.

Abelardo looked at Lothar and said with some confusion: "Do you want to continue? You are not my opponent. If you can persist until now, you are already pretty good."

A few people who were watching the fun and not taking it too seriously shouted: "Come on, Lothar, beat up this Tuscan pretty boy!"

"Don't embarrass the great German, come on!"

Only two people are left competing for the title of Champion Knight, and they have become the focus of everyone's eyes.

No one was watching the competitions such as archery, foot combat, spear throwing, etc. that surrounded the knights' competition ground. Everyone gathered here and made various cheers in French, Latin, and German.

Lothar didn't speak. Under the barrel helmet, his breathing became extremely heavy.

He clenched the sword and shield in his hand, came to Abelardo, and struck the shield in his hand with his sword. The meaning was self-evident.

"I don't understand. It would be better for everyone if it ends earlier."

Abelardo sighed softly: "However, since you insist, then continue, I will let you know what kind of existence the champion knight who has won twelve consecutive victories in the competition is!"

Click!

He walked directly across the wooden barriers used to divide the two sides of the competition field and came to Lothar.

He struck the head with a sword.

The sharp weapon cut through the air, whistling, and hit the shield in Lothar's hand.

Losage blocked the sword, and the fingers holding the shield and the chain-mail gloves were numb.

I felt that Abelardo's strength at this time had increased by at least half compared to the first battle.

He had definitely hidden his strength before.

Keng——

The sound of steel intersecting sounded.

Lothar's counterattack was directly blocked by Abelardo's half-hand sword.

"Do you feel it? This is my true strength."

A hoarse voice came from under Abelardo's helmet.

He simply discarded the shield in his hand and held the half-sword in both hands, raising it high above his head. When Lothar saw the right moment and rushed forward, he slashed down on his head and cut off one side of the kite-shaped shield of Lothar's iron hoop. .

Lothar also discarded his useless shield and tried to calm down his violent breathing. His eyes followed the opponent's movements along the gaps in the barrel helmet.

next moment.

Abelardo swung his sword forward again. Lothar held the blade in one hand and the hilt in the other, holding the armed sword horizontally in front of him and blocking the blow.

Taking advantage of the opponent's unsteady feet, he kicked out and hit the opponent's waist, causing him to stagger back a few steps.

Lothar finally caught the opportunity to counterattack, and naturally he was unyielding. He rushed forward with a lunge, taking advantage of the opponent's half-hand sword that was more suitable for cutting rather than stabbing, and broke into the opponent's arms.

Immediately afterwards, a series of headbutts made both of them dizzy for a while.

But just when it was almost a head-to-head fight, Lothar suddenly discovered that in the gap between the opponent's barrel helmet, there was a pair of pupils standing up, like the terrifying eyes of a beast.

There was subconscious horror in Lothar's eyes.

Abelardo also realized something immediately. He turned over and overturned Lothar. He raised his sword high and wanted to stab Lothar along the gap of the barrel helmet.

He plans to use his killing move!

Lothar was horrified and tried his best to break free from the opponent's one hand and avoid the assassination.

The sharp hand and half sword stuck against his cheek and pierced into the mud of the competition ground. Lothar raised his legs and kicked Abelardo away who was holding him down.

He mounted his opponent with his backhand and used his own weight to suppress the opponent.

At this point in the battle, the two knights were no different from a fight between ruffians.

But knowledgeable knights all know that at this time, life and death are more important.

In the stands, in the shadow under the hood of the red-haired witch, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, while Count Leopold's face was filled with regret.

He said to the witch: "Knight Lothar and Knight Abelardo are both outstanding talents, but it is a pity that Heavenly Father wants them to decide the winner today."