Lords of Camelot

The battle between the two sides had lasted for five minutes, and the three people beside them were already speechless with shock at their amazing swordsmanship. Gaheris, who had fought with Lancelot, had to admit that Lancelot had let down his guard a lot in the battle just now.

"If you go against one of them, how long will it take you to win?" Aguiwen suddenly asked Gawain, and after thinking for a while, Gawain could only answer that he didn't know.

"After all, I have never fought to the last moment with my life risked, so this question is too difficult for me to answer." This was the only response Gawain could give. Although he had the blessing of the holy sword, he had to admit that his swordsmanship was not as good as these two. It was hard to imagine the extent of their talent and hard work.

However, although it seemed so to outsiders, Lancelot was increasingly shocked. Was the man in front of him still improving during this kind of battle? Could he still improve?

Lancelot felt horrified at the moment, but Davian felt a kind of joy from the bottom of his heart. This was the first time he experienced joy from fighting, and this wonderful feeling made him feel like he was in the best state.

Every time he swung his sword, every time he blocked, his moves became smoother and smoother, just like the movement of water. Davian gradually mastered everything about himself, his swordsmanship, his body, and his heart. At this moment, his swordsmanship was like entering an empty space, and he felt extremely happy.

At the beginning of the battle, Lancelot had the upper hand. His swordsmanship suppressed Davian like a storm. However, from now on, it was Davian's turn, and the battle between the two sides began to be pulled to a draw. Davian had honed his swordsmanship to perfection in this battle, and at this moment, the barrier of swordsmanship had been broken in front of him.

Starting from the eighth minute, Lancelot was already at a disadvantage! Davian had already begun to suppress Lancelot, and Lancelot was now in a completely dangerous situation.

Although this was not a life-and-death fight, Lancelot felt for the first time that he might lose. Would it be possible that he would be defeated head-on with his best swordsmanship in such a fair and square manner?

Thinking of this, he began to get impatient. His swordsmanship began to mess up, and he finally chose to take a risk. After a burst of full-strength slashing, he rushed towards Davian with a fierce stab!

This sword was quite dangerous, but it was difficult to defend against because of its danger. Lancelot's attack was to force Davian to dodge. Once he chose to dodge, Lancelot would have a chance to regain the initiative.

"Well done, Lancelot! I have been waiting for your attack!"

However, Davian actually spoke at this moment, and the moment he spoke gave Lancelot a great surprise. From the beginning of the war to now, Davian has been silent, and it seems that he is unwilling to provoke Lancelot's mentality with trash talk.

But at this moment he couldn't help it, because he had seen the chance of victory, so he couldn't help blurting out these words. He dodged to the right and switched the holy sword to his left hand. He put his right index finger and middle finger together tightly and stabbed towards Lancelot's neck!

The outcome is decided!

Lancelot's thrust landed in the air, and Davian's two fingers on his right hand were already on Lancelot's neck. As long as he exerted force, Lancelot's neck would be pierced.

The next moment, both sides collapsed to the ground at the same time. Davian's armor was removed, and he was sweating profusely, as if he had just been fished out of the water. At this time, his face was relaxed and happy. Such a happy battle was unprecedented.

Lancelot also sat on the ground. He was still in disbelief at first. But after a while, he burst into laughter. The hearty laughter resounded throughout the courtyard. Is this what it feels like to lose? So this is it, so this is it!

In the end, Lancelot recovered faster and reached out his hand to Davian. Of course, Davian would not refuse his kindness, and when the two held hands, Lancelot pulled Davian up.

Only then did he realize that David's physique and strength were still inferior to his own. It was probably because of the blessing of the holy sword that his strength was raised to the same level as his. But it didn't matter. Losing in swordsmanship was losing.

The moment Davian stood up, he could feel Lancelot's growth. His expression was so light and his mood was so relaxed. If they fought again now, it would be questionable whether Davian could win.

Gawain walked up to the two men and invited them to rest. The fruit plates had been set out, the wine had been poured, and they were just waiting for the knights to take a seat and talk freely about whatever was on their minds.

The five of them sat down together, and the victorious Davian raised his cup to salute everyone. Of course, the others raised their cups to toast him back, and Lancelot congratulated him sincerely. After all, he had defeated his Lake Knight. As long as the news got out, Davian's reputation would surely see an unprecedented increase.

However, Davian didn't care much, he just said that the joy of victory was real, but the fame he would gain from spreading the news was false and not worth mentioning.

"Sir Lancelot, don't be obsessed with fame. What really makes me famous is not our strength or the holy sword in our hands. It's what we can accomplish in the future and what our accomplishments will bring to others. Will it bring darkness or light? This is what we should think about and what we should do."

Davidian's calmness in these matters was totally unlike that of a 19-year-old boy, and everyone showed expressions of learning.

But after being taught, Agguiwen narrowed his eyes and began to look at Davian. At this moment, he was thinking the furthest. Combining Davian's performance at this moment with the information he had previously obtained from Gawain, he already understood what Davian was trying to do.

When he knew that he wanted to defeat Vortigern and bring a bright future to the island, Agguiwen could almost judge that this man would definitely not be loyal to his father, King Lot.

To be honest, Aguiwen didn't want to be loyal to his father because he was already middle-aged.

It is true that he has ambition and strength, but it is not enough. King Lot no longer has the ability to create a new era, so Agrawen has crossed him out in his heart. King Lot is no longer suitable for the future of Britain.

As for his mother... Agguiwen still had a headache when he thought about it. Gaheris and Gawain didn't know the true identity of that person. This was really a troublesome matter. For the continuation of Britain, neither his father nor his mother was a suitable candidate. He had to find another master.

The Lion Knight who has recently become famous and suddenly appeared is an opportunity. I have to find a chance to talk to him and see if he has any connections.

To continue Britain, a strong leader is still needed.