Infinite Anecdotes

When Tang Cheng saw a man with a sword walking in front of him under the push of a middle-aged nobleman, he realized that the duel of the nobleman does not have to be fought by himself, but can be fought by his subordinates. No wonder this guy, who looked so weak at first glance, accepted it so happily just now, as if he was afraid that he would deny it.

Tang Cheng stared at the other party a lot. This man was dressed in a half-body armor and was very unrestrained. His tendons and the way he dressed reminded him of Ricardo from the orc mercenary group.But this man named Clement is an out-and-out human being. His strong body is full of scars, each of which is like a medal, expressing to people how many fierce battles he has experienced, and Tang The minister noticed that his weapon was more like a knife than a sword. At least the Knights of the Kingdom of Luknica did not have this standard weapon.

They may not be weaker than the active knights, but they cannot become knights for various reasons. In order to survive and earn money, they accept the olive branches thrown by the nobles and work under them.Of course, in this line of work, you often have to clean up some dirty things for the nobles, and it doesn't match up with the chivalry that flaunts integrity and justice.

The middle-aged nobleman showed a look of pride, and said: "Clement is a sword fighter I recruited when I was in Phlakia in the early years. He used to be the top ranked fighter in the arena of the Phlakia Empire. A master of ten, who can kill a lion with one person's strength, and defeat a master of no less than a hundred, this is my representative."

The middle-aged nobleman pushed the man with many scars in front of him, and then looked at Tang Cheng: "You can call your representative here."

"What does it mean?" Tang Cheng asked back.

The middle-aged nobleman was stunned by this question, thinking that he was going to go back on his word, immediately turned dark and said anxiously: "You have to compare, everyone has heard it just now."

Tang Cheng couldn't help laughing: "When did I say that I can't compare anymore? You are so strange. Rory talks a lot. That's fine. Just tell me when to start. I'm still in a hurry. You don't want to disturb everyone's dance party, either."

The middle-aged nobleman was stunned, his eyes widened, but he finally understood what he meant: "Are you planning to end in person?"

The reason for his astonishment was that the rules of nobility had never been like this, not only him, but also the people around him made a sound of surprise.

Tang Cheng's answer confirmed this point.

"Yes, since it is a duel with me, of course I will do it myself." Tang Cheng let go of the three girls in his arms, told them to wait for me, and then walked in front of the sword fighter: "Don't waste time, it's time How do you compare, do you need to keep your hands?"

The man covered in scars looked at him with sharp eyes, but before he could speak, the middle-aged noble had already spoken for him——

"You can think clearly, the result of the duel is life and death." He glanced at Beata, with a greedy light in his eyes: "If I win, you have to take the dancer and the girl next to me." Give me a woman."

He didn't include Rezia, probably because he was afraid of the Marquis, not because he didn't have such evil intentions.

"Okay." Tang Cheng, who saw through this point, smiled slightly, "Then what can you give me if you lose?"

"I..." This time, the middle-aged nobleman was speechless. He really didn't have anything suitable for him, but he didn't want to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so he said in an almost rascal way: "If I If you lose, you can get whatever you want from me."

Unexpectedly, Tang Cheng readily agreed: "Yes."

Such a blunt answer made the middle-aged nobleman mutter in his heart, is the other party bluffing or is he really confident?Maybe this guy really has some skills, but the middle-aged nobleman glanced at Clement and thought about the battles he had experienced. How could he lose to a strange businessman who had never heard of it? , Immediately regained confidence in his heart, walked to his guard and said, "Clement, let this ignorant kid see how powerful you are."

"If I accidentally kill him, I shouldn't be held accountable, right?" Clement's triangular eyes released a murderous look, calmly making the final decision before the duel

"Of course!" These words made the middle-aged nobleman more emotional as if he had been beaten into chicken blood, and he patted the opponent's back vigorously: "Kill him, I will give you double, no, 5 times the reward !"

Clement then drew his sword and took a step forward. The surrounding guests had already dispersed consciously, leaving an open space to watch the duel between the two. Tang Cheng on the other side also signaled the three women beside him to retreat. Finally, he looked across from him with a smile: "You said you were going to kill me just now, it seems that you are quite confident in your skills."

Clement didn't answer. He tilted his head and asked, "What kind of weapon or armor do you need? I can wait for you."

"No, like I said, I can poke you to death with my toe."

"..." Clement raised his eyebrows: "It seems that you are more arrogant."

Tang Cheng still smiled.

"Clement, why are you standing still, since he said he doesn't need a weapon, then fight him quickly and kill him!" The middle-aged nobleman had already started to imagine the scene of embracing a beautiful woman in his heart at this moment, and immediately Instigated Road.

Clement sighed: "It's a pity that I am neither a knight nor bear the glory anymore. If you want to resent, then resent your own arrogance and ignorance."

He picked out two sword flowers neatly, and then rushed towards Tang Cheng.

It is fast and ferocious. It is a killing technique honed by life-and-death battles. Everything is practical and there are no fancy tricks. It kills the enemy with one blow.

That's how it should be.

But Clement's sword failed to touch Tang Cheng. On the contrary, the moment he attacked the opponent, he felt death. Clement's entire body froze uncontrollably, and on the battlefield, any hesitation would result in death.

Clement felt a chill in his throat. When he realized that death had become irreversible, a large amount of blood splashed out from his throat. This was a fatal injury. Clement, who had been immersed in the arena for so many years Clement knew that he had used this method to end his opponent before, but he didn't expect that his brain would be so clear at the moment his throat was cut, and his thinking speed became faster. He tried his best to widen his eyes, trying to see clearly who the opponent was. How did he do it, but the other party just looked at him with a smile, as if he had never left the place where he was standing.

"You say you are ignorant because you can't even see through the depth of your opponent and you come to provoke, and the result is only like this."

He tried his best to open his mouth, but because his throat was cut, he couldn't make a sound, so he could only compare his mouth shape.

"How did you ask me to do it? As I said, I can poke you to death with my toes—the difference in strength is so hopeless."

Clement looked at Tang Cheng's boots, there was a little blood on them, it seemed that he really killed himself with those boots, fast, really fast, so fast that he didn't even notice the movement of the other party's feet, as for the shoes Clement could no longer think about whether there were blades or not, and just fell down lifelessly, becoming a corpse.

"Clement!"

The middle-aged nobleman saw that his attendant died inexplicably because he couldn't even beat the enemy, and shouted: "You're a shame, this is a shame, you must have used some despicable method to sneak up on him!"

But he soon discovered that Tang Cheng's eyes followed suit, and that indecipherable smile made him feel cold from head to toe in an instant. He fell to the ground and fled out of the house on hands and feet.

Tang Cheng didn't chase after him, so he poked the sword that Clement had dropped by his feet with his foot, picked it up and gave it away, and the sword shot in the direction of the middle-aged noble as if he had eyes. In the past, everyone soon heard his screams: "Ah, I've been hit by the sword, I'm going to die!"

Tang Cheng turned his gaze back, and gave a curtain call ceremony to the stunned nobles around him: "Ah, I'm sorry, it's all my fault for disturbing everyone's elegant mood by accidentally dirtying this place, but it seems that the other party provoked you first. Now, please forgive me, next time I have a chance, I will definitely apologize in front of the door, then I will take my leave.”

He blessed his body slightly, and walked out towards the main entrance proudly with the three daughters. Sure enough, no one dared to stop him at this time.

Who dares?

The bloody corpses on the ground are the best reference.

Walking up to the middle-aged nobleman, he found that he was still yelling with his eyes closed. Tang Chengshi slapped him in the face before waking him up. The beating heart calmed down: "Don't worry, you are not dead yet."

The middle-aged nobleman looked down, only to find that the sword was pierced into his clothes next to his skin and nailed him to the wall, and the side of the blade was not facing his body, so it was really a drop. No blood came out.

Just when the middle-aged nobleman breathed a sigh of relief, Tang Cheng patted him on the shoulder and said kindly: "Remember your previous bet, I am willing to admit defeat, and I will visit you again in a while. If you want to deny it, then you'd better hide away, where no one can find you, otherwise..."

Tang Cheng didn't say any more, left him a meaningful smile, and then walked out the door with a smile.

The bewildered guests were left looking at each other.