175: Chapter 100 Wheel Battle_2 175: Chapter 100 Wheel Battle_2 What about the others?
Besides, if another martial prodigy even more powerful than the golden-haired girl were to emerge from these villagers…
I wouldn’t just offer them forty-eight gold crowns, but even if I had to sell the pots and pans to give such a deity one hundred and forty-eight gold crowns a year, it would still be a bargain.
However, it’s impossible for Kosos County to be so blessed as to produce another “Olivia.”
And to hold their own for five moves unbeaten against Leon in his powered-up state is already the most appropriate standard he has set for these conscripted soldiers.
The various training weapons displayed on the rack are the first test, choosing a long weapon instead of a shield is enough to weed out those lacking combat intelligence.
Leon doesn’t think those without self-awareness fantasizing about the doubled salaries or those who are restless can take on the important responsibility of ensuring his safety in the future.
Please give me another chance!” The blonde youth took off his helmet, unwillingly turned over, and knelt on one knee to plead.
Leon waved his hand, “Everyone gets only one chance today, and having crossed swords with you, I already know your level.
Even if you try again, you won’t stand a chance.
Train more, and look to the future.”
After speaking, Leon turned to the few remaining armored candidates waiting outside the arena: “Who’s second?
The candidates holding their helmets swallowed their shock at the Young Knight.
You look at me, and I look at you…
They were originally relieved they had gotten the chance to be tested first, but now they all regretted their impatience.
The contempt they had harbored deep down had vanished.
If they had known this young lord had such martial arts skills, they would have done anything to move to the back, letting the challengers ahead wear down Lord Pendragon’s strength and energy before trying their own luck.
But by now, it was clearly too late for any of them to take off their armor and ask the Lord to switch places.
Watching the hesitant silent candidates, just as Leon was about to personally pick someone to step forward, a slightly older man volunteered, “I’ll go, my lord.”
After speaking, the middle-aged man looked back at his equally nervous eldest son, signaling with his eyes to wait patiently, then returned the scythe spear he picked up back to the rack and picked up a Long Kite Shield and a one-handed Blunt Sword, stepping forward to pave the way for his son’s upcoming challenge.
Leon nodded silently as he saw the middle-aged man switch to sword and shield.
This was a wise choice.
There’s no use fantasizing about defeating him; if these non-professional, rural conscripted soldiers can withstand five attacks in front of a real knight without falling, then that alone can prove they are talent worth nurturing.
Raising his long sword again, Leon was satisfied to see the middle-aged man shield his body behind the shield with his blade held crosswise.
This uncle at least knew how to protect his body.
But what he demanded was far from simple; twenty-four gold crowns a year was not so easy to earn!
With a focused gaze, Leon sprinted toward the veteran skirting the edge of the arena.
He feigned a pressure move with the pommel of his left hand, delivering a decoy strike that mimicked a high-born lady’s.
The middle-aged man saw the unmistakable Furious Strike coming, didn’t dare neglect it, raised his Shield to protect himself, and cunningly used the massive Shield to obscure his sword hand’s counterstrike trajectory.
The one-handed sword thrust from underneath the Shield, targeting the Young Knight’s openly exposed waist.
Like he had anticipated, Leon tightened his grip on the pommel and twisted his body, double-handedly performing a slant cut.
The blade went around the Shield to strike the opponent’s empty thrust, closing the distance for his own attack.
The middle-aged man dumbfoundedly didn’t understand why his opponent would come so close that the long sword’s length was restricted.
Still, the veteran instinctively turned and pressed with his Shield, fiercely launching a Shield Strike to block Leon’s vision, waiting for the next second to thrust as soon as his eyes were covered.
However, the one who lost his field of vision was the middle-aged man himself.
The soldier, who had no profound understanding of Full Armor Swordsmanship, was promptly levered open by Leon’s Half-sword technique coming from the lower-left side.
Even though Leon didn’t overpower him, his two-handed strength was still much more formidable than the one-handed shield-bearing middle-aged man.
And the man’s rushed counterattack, startled, was deflected by Leon’s vertically held Half-sword like lifting a stick.
This was not the swift and deadly Nameless Swordsmanship of Olivia but Leon’s favorite Half-sword Technique from his previous life, belonging to the Knight Master’s Full Armor Martial Arts.
Raising his right arm gripping the sword’s hilt, Leon shoved the horizontal blade forward, striking the man’s neck armor and chin, brutishly forcing his opponent to flip backward and fall flat.
With a resounding thud, the middle-aged man in Servant Armor finally remembered how to breathe after landing on his back, having been overwhelmed by the barrage of strikes, not experienced directly by those who don’t understand what it’s like to be suffocated by mere presence.
Without following up for another attack,
Leon knew the victory was decided.
If it had been a real fight, the fourth blow would have been a throat-push that floored his opponent.
Instead, it would be a reverse thrust of his sword blade into the vision slit of his opponent’s helmet.
“How do you feel, can you stand up?” Leon asked regretfully, propping his sword and bending down.
To be honest, the level of the middle-aged man was quite good, perhaps with more effort he could pass the test.
“Th-Thank you for your concern, I’m not badly hurt,” the middle-aged man took off his helmet, got up from his back, but his expression was somewhat strained.