The Defeated Dragon

Chapter 212: Struggling to Fight Alone

Bang!

Bang!

The steel lance gets bent and defromed with each collision of the two elite earth knights. Fire particles were rubbed out with each impact, and a harsh impact sound was heard as well, like both weapons could break anytime.

Even if the two weapons were not broken, both lances were on the verge of being sc.r.a.pped and needed to be refurbished.

The spirit of Liszt's fire attributes surrounded him, like a G.o.d of war in flames; the spirit of Marcus's wind attributes entangled him as well, like a cloud drifting indefinitely.

Russell and Randy watched in the distance and saw the collision of flames and clouds.

Clouds are on the defensive, flames are on the offensive, now the sky is full of fire clouds.

Marcus is an elite earth knight. The Baron has not fallen in the slightest, and every charge could suppress Marcus, I can't believe it! Randy was stunned.

Russell smiled bitterly. I know that the Lord Baron is very strong. I couldn't land a hit at him when I charged, but I didn't expect him to be so strong that even Marcus was not a worthy match.

Maybe that is his talent. The  Count, who started Coral Island, was a gifted knight. His bloodline, Sir Levis, Baroness Lvera, and Leighton, had shown exceptional talent since childhood. The worst was the Baron, who only had thick hair.

We should consider the Baron's hard work. Every morning I could see Lord Baron cultivating qi on the racetrack.

At this point, the two of them looked at each other, all silently. A person who tries hard everyday is better than a naturally talented person.

At this time, the two men saw the sixth charge in the distance.

The flames were still fierce, but the clouds were gradually thinning. At the moment when the knight's lances. .h.i.t, the violently bursting flames broke the thin clouds in one fell swoop. The two horses staggered, and Marcus's figure flew from the horse's back and fell heavily to the ground. His knight's spear was also cut in two.

Lifted!

The dragon horse raised its forefoot and hissed loudly.

Liszt held the curved knight's spear with one hand, His chest was constantly breathing hard as he rushed for six times in a row. His elite earth Knight's body felt a lot of fatigue.

But his spirit was so uplifted that he gasped and said, Teacher Marcus, I won.

Marcus got up from the ground. There was a moment of confusion, then his eyes calmed down again. He was also panting. The strength of Sir Baron has exceeded my imagination. Although you do not have enough charging experience, the rest is just a matter of time . May victory be with you from now on!

I took advantage of the horses. Liszt humbled.

Even without the Dragon Horse, it'll happen soon. My total fighting qi is far behind yours." At this point, Marcus seemed to think of something, opened his mouth and swallowed it back in his stomach he probably wanted to ask Liszt if he had become an elite earth knight.

Marcus didn't ask, and Liszt was not planning to say anything anyway.

Liszt turned over and dismounted, he signaled for someone to take away the damaged knight's spear.  I have already proven my strength in battlefield charge, but I hope to fight with Teacher Marcus again tomorrow with a sword. Battle charging is more than fighting skills but sword fighting is more dependent on fighting skills.

Marcus nodded. It's better to do so in the evening, I will be able to recover my fighting power at night after training as I need to go to sea tomorrow morning.

While talking, Randy and Russell had already come over and congratulated Liszt.

After that battle, Liszt understood the gap between an ordinary earth knight and an elite earth knight. With reference to Marcus's strength, he has a clear understanding of the strength difference of the two. I fought with Teacher Marcus and I had a lot of insights, you can ask Marcus for as much advice as needed in the future.

Yes, Lord Baron!

Let's have a cup of milk tea. Liszt walked under the apple tree first, and a servant quickly brought four cups of milk tea, which were all made with fresh milk.

The cows were abundant with milk recently and can produce several barrels a day.

Every day, apart from being served in the banquet and Liszt's personal consumption, knights rewards the well-trained children with a gla.s.s of fresh milk each. There was still a lot of milk left every day, and so the serfs on the cow farm mix flour and milk to make dry milk.

The original dried milk powder was all collected by Tulip Castles, but now the dried milk powder product naturally enters Liszt's castle and is being stored.

Whether it is eaten in the off season or sold, it is still a revenue.

In the afternoon, the sun appeared briefly for a moment, then disappeared again. Later on, it began to snow.

This situation would last all winter.

With the nutritional supply of milk, Marcus' recovery speed was faster than expected, so the sword fight would be held ahead of time.

Liszt did not use the Red Blood Sword. If he would be using the Red Blood Sword, it is estimated that he can crush Marcus easily.

He chose a steel sword, one in each hand.  Marcus had the same equipment-but Liszt wore magical beast leather, and Marcus could only wear ordinary leather.

Lords and followers certainly cannot enjoy the same treatment.

This time, there was no nonsense.

Nor did Randy and Russell watch them again.

The two men were in the middle of the horse field, facing heavy snow and lifting a pair of swords. Liszt, who has been inspired to become a Flame Swordmaster, was no longer intimidated by such training. No one would want to lose without putting up a fight.

"Fire Dragon!"

Alas, the steel sword in his hand stabbed upwards a flaming blast, as if a fire dragon was flying.

Wind whirlpool! Marcus turned the long steel sword entangled with qi, and with the sword movement, a vortex was formed, directly engulfing Liszt's flame qi.

Bang!

The steel sword that lost the fire magic was struck by Marcus's sword. The wind-like spirit still entangled on it was released instantly, and almost knocked Liszt's sword into flight.

Liszt tried so hard to hold on to it.

"Wow!"

"It's dangerous!"

Liszt's palms were sweating. The feeling of sword battle was completely different from the battle charge. Marcus looked like a hedgehog in front of him. He had a stern defense and was not speaking. If he had a chance , he could stab Liszt and twist him.

The two of them approached like this twenty times.

No one could do anything about it.

Marcus's fighting experience has long matured. Defense is his main strength, and was supplemented by sneak attacks. Every time he attacks, it is also the moment when his old techniques and Liszt's new fights clash, and it makes him uncomfortable.

However, Liszt has a strong foundation, a lot of fighting spirit, and a fast recovery speed, to barely support it.

One is fierce and the other is old.

The number of fights went straight to more than 30 times, then the two of them were unable to keep up with their fighting energies, and they fought ten more times, eventually ending up in a tie.

Both were carrying steel swords and panting in the heavy snow.

Teacher Marcus, are you letting me? Liszt suddenly asked, with his almost zero sword experience, he could support a tie with Marcus, which is a bit exaggerated.

Before the sword fight, he was arrogant and thought that Marcus would be resolved in ten minutes.

At the beginning of the fight, Marcus's mind was shaken several times, and he was killed off by his fear of being careless.

After a while, Liszt thought Marcus was already helpless,  his counterattack was no longer sharp, and there seemed to be no effort to do so anyway, so he stayed dead.

He felt that, at the end of the fight, Marcus had exhausted his qi.

Marcus shook his head, panting constantly and was speaking intermittently. Ten times in the fight, the Lord the Lord attacked too fiercely, leaving no room for me no opportunity to defeat the Lord. But the progress of the Baron is amazing. Later on, I was looking for an opportunity for a sneak attack, but I couldn't find one.

Really? Liszt felt that his waist was not sore, his legs were no longer painful, and even his breathing was calm-indeed a genius!

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