The knights confronted each other.
The knight holding the platinum holy sword was facing the knight holding the bright silver longsword.
The valiant yet charming young lady was confronting the handsome middle-aged knight.
An invisible will was competing between them.
No one wanted to attack, and no one planned to give up just like that.
They focused all their energy on their opponents and the swords in their hands.
The honor of being a knight and the loyalty of a subject made it so that none of them could fail.
An extremely solemn atmosphere surrounded this newly built and extremely luxurious hall.
The two of them tightly stepped on the vermilion carpet that was made from an unknown source, but it was definitely extremely expensive.
They maintained a perfect posture, just like they did in training. They could find any opportunity to attack quickly, but they could also properly guard against the other party's attacks.
Everyone was trying to find the loophole caused by the other party's momentary absent-mindedness, but both of them found nothing.
Be it Liliana or Paul, they had both gone through more than ten years of knight training and had been to countless battlefields. Even if Liliana was a little immature, she would not make such a childish mistake.
The pain brought by the repeated training had long turned this girl into a war machine.
Whether it was on the battlefield or in a duel, even if it was just a normal spar, she would give it her all and not hold back.
The word " underestimating the enemy " had long been erased from her consciousness. Countless failures and countless wounds had made her no longer that incomparably naive girl.
At this moment, she was a knight, a knight who was loyal to her Lord, a knight who fought for her loyalty and glory!
Paul was naturally the same. His muscles were firm and firm, as if they were carved by a knife. They were neither tight nor relaxed. He maintained his best posture at all times.
Even if it was a young girl in front of him, he would never make the mistake of underestimating his enemy. It was not because he was weak or cowardly, but because he was a model knight. No matter what kind of opponent he faced, he would treat them with incomparable respect.
After that, he stabbed the sword in his hand into the enemy's chest!
Gilgamesh leaned comfortably on the throne made of gold and gemstones. He looked at the two people who were fighting in an invisible confrontation with a slightly interested expression.
Even if it was a battle between knights of such a high position, it was just an interesting pastime for this Ancient King.
In the era where gods and humans lived together, the era of the gods, no matter how powerful warriors were, they were not rare.
In fact, those demigods or divine sons had the strength that far surpassed the peak of this world, the so-called God Slayers.
And at this moment, Gilgamesh was not admiring this battle that concerned the honor of the two of them. It would be better to say that he was just killing his boredom.
There was no other reason than that of the two people present, no matter who they were, as long as Gilgamesh had the slightest thought, he could kill them instantly.
As for Liliana's Heroic Spirit Transformation and Paul's Holy Annihilation, they were not worth mentioning to Gilgamesh.
Therefore, at this moment, the Hero King was admiring the duel without a trace of reverence.
The two of them didn't walk around casually like the duels in the books.
They maintained a posture that was perfect for themselves but also the most troublesome for the enemy.
Whether it was the delicate young girl or the valiant middle-aged man, they were all constantly adjusting their state of mind. This kind of competition was also a huge burden for them.
For them, as long as there was a moment of carelessness, the distance of several meters could be said to be fleeting under the strength of their feet.
Even a single mistake would result in the outcome of this duel.
However, there was a decisive difference between the two.
No matter how weak the girl's heroic spirit was, it was still a fantasy species called the heroic spirit.
No matter how strong Paul's muscles were, no matter how tough his bones were, no matter how long his breath was.
In front of the heroic spirit, it was meaningless.
The heroic spirit was not tired. Whether it was the fatigue in his heart or the fatigue in his body, it was swept away by the legendary power at any moment.
Therefore, if they persisted, Paul would still be at a disadvantage.
Sure enough, half an hour later, Paul's shoulders trembled slightly.
Even if it was just a trace, Liliana had noticed it.
In the next moment, Liliana, who had sensed this, unhesitatingly drew her sword.
She didn't even think about it, or rather, she didn't have the time to think.
The enemy's weakness was right in front of him. If he did not draw his sword at this moment, he would probably be defeated.
The Holy Sword was like a steel arrow shot by a crossbow. It was incomparably sharp and swift, carrying an unparalleled power as it pierced through Paul's body.
However, Paul didn't panic at all. Instead, a small smile appeared on his handsome and determined face.
As expected, he was still lacking in experience.
Paul's heart echoed with a sigh of joy.
It was just a slight flaw, and he was easily attracted. Although Paul had deliberately created a heavy atmosphere for this duel, so that the other party had the illusion that both sides were absolutely open and aboveboard.
However, the mistake that Liliana had made was irreparable.
At this moment, Lilliana saw Paul instantly repose himself and could not help but reveal a terrified expression.
This na?ve girl who had trusted others finally understood what had happened.
However, it was no longer realistic to retract his sword.
The chance of victory was to continue advancing!
The girl continued to exert her strength without any hesitation, hoping to use this powerful attack to directly decide this duel.
How naive!
Paul thought as he raised his beloved sword.
His rock-solid muscles had already bulged slightly. An incomparably huge strength, along with the magic power of a knight, wrapped around the sharp knight's longsword.
The young girl's continued actions made him sigh even more.
The greater the strength, the greater the lethality, and the more difficult it was to resist as an enemy.
However, it was even more difficult to change his moves!
Thus, a bright smile appeared on the middle-aged knight's face.
I will accept this victory with gratitude!
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