Swords collided with each other, and the sound of metal rubbing against each other echoed in the spacious and luxurious hall.
Under the dancing two dazzling silver lights, the gemstones arranged according to the arrangement of the stars on the luxurious dome appeared extremely dim.
Whether it was the pretty young girls or the handsome middle-aged men, they were all doing their best to display all their martial arts.
This was a contest of physical strength, experience, martial arts, strength, and more.
The price of failure was not only one life, but also a luxury called dignity, which was countless times more expensive than life.
The clash of swords continued. Both the middle-aged knight and the delicate young lady wanted to claim victory.
However, at this moment, they were almost evenly matched.
Of course, it was only close.
At this moment, on the girl's delicate face, a hint of embarrassment appeared on her originally determined and rigid beauty.
No!
The young girl's heart wailed with a trace of unwillingness.
If this continued, the chances of winning were really too small.
As Liliana thought about this, her fair and smooth face would have been covered in sweat if not for the fact that she had already transformed into a heroic spirit.
Of course, if she had not transformed into a Heroic Spirit, she would not have been able to survive until now.
If the young lady's swordsmanship was like a gentle breeze caressing willow leaves, then the swordsmanship of the Italian Supreme Knight, Paul, was like a dense sword net that was like a waterfall.
The continuous attacks were unleashed by this man's wrist. This incomparably handsome man, who seemed to be carved out of stone, seemed to have endless strength. Without a trace of tiredness, he continuously swung the sword rain like a tide.
If this continued, they would lose!
For the umpteenth time, the girl understood this fact. Even if she had almost endless physical strength, her heart would not be tired from such a long battle.
However, she was still far from adapting to this heroic spirit's body.
Whether it was the increase in strength that was several times stronger, or the speed that far exceeded her previous speed, or the near-infinite physical strength, at this moment, although the girl had a chance to face this man head-on, it also made it difficult for her to win.
That's right, this substantial increase in physical fitness had become a stumbling block for her at this moment.
Be it the martial arts that the young girl had honed or the experience that she had summed up from countless battles, she was far from being able to adapt to all situations.
At this moment, the sudden increase in strength caused her long sword to slightly deviate. The martial arts that she had practiced countless times were in a mess at this moment. Even the most basic hacking would be a little out of shape.
This was not the most serious problem.
Paul, the model knight who had experienced countless battles, also saw through everything.
What this brought was an even faster sword rain. The sound of the long sword piercing through the air had long been continuous. The sword light dancing from the sturdy wrist was like a torrential rain that poured on his face, without a single gap.
Since the other party had yet to familiarize himself with his strength, he would defeat him before that!
This was the belief in Paul's heart at this moment, and it was a natural method to welcome victory.
Having experienced countless battlefields, he naturally knew how to deal with this guy who used external forces to increase his strength.
The more one's strength did not match one's martial arts, the more flaws it would bring.
Paul had already known this principle decades ago.
Facing such an almost unstoppable attack, Liliana bit her pale pink lips unwillingly.
Her slender and fair hands were slightly purple due to excessive strength.
Such a battle had already far exceeded the range that she could withstand.
Although she had an overwhelming advantage in terms of strength, speed, and even physical strength, which was crucial for a fight, she still had the advantage.
However, the overly powerful strength made it difficult for her to control the trajectory of the Holy Sword in her hand. The overly agile speed made it difficult for her to stand firm. At this moment, the only advantage that she had was physical strength. She didn't even have the chance to show it.
If he did not hurry up, he would probably be defeated before the other party exhausted his stamina.
Moreover, duels were not as superficial as wrestling.
Strength, speed, and stamina were all crucial conditions.
However, above that, there were things called experience, martial arts, wisdom, and experience.
Whether it was in terms of martial arts that had been tempered thousands of times or in terms of the experience gained from repeated battles, there was an overwhelming gap between the two.
In terms of wisdom and experience, there was an insurmountable gap between Paul, who was several times as old as Liliana, and this young girl.
In fact, Liliana herself knew that she had no chance of winning in this aspect.
However, it was not like there was no other way at this moment. The weapon that could reverse this duel was still tightly grasped in the girl's hand.
However, was this really necessary?
Liliana asked herself if such despicable methods, such methods that insulted the sacred duel, would be allowed by the Knight's Code? Would it be approved by her heart?
Her eyes were as pure as the clear sky and as blue as the ocean. There was an indescribable pain in her eyes as she hesitated before making a choice.
At this moment, the knight named Paul seemed to have discovered something.
At this moment, although he still had a lot of stamina left, it was not optimistic.
He had yet to achieve any results, and in this stalemate, there was not a single advantage that was enough to make him happy.
After all, even if he had the advantage of using his experience, the other party was not so easy to defeat.
Therefore, he swung his wrist even harder, and the long sword on his wrist had already turned into a silver light.
He longed for victory, for this hard-won victory, for a victory that was enough to prove his glory.
Even if he had to destroy a young girl, he would not hesitate!
This was his Knight Dao.
Looking at the sword net that was like a storm, it was even denser, harder to distinguish, and harder to stop.
The young girl with the delicate, demon-like face also clenched her silver teeth slightly.
She asked herself.
Was it the king he had just pledged loyalty to, or the knight path he had followed for more than ten years? What was the most precious at this moment?
How should she choose?
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