Chapter 180
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The handsome youth's face changed. Dudian had used the knight's spirit to force him, so he had no reason to retreat. Although he was an aristocrat, and the knight's identity was just a gilded book. But he had passed through layers of tests to obtain this identity. So he still had some knight's spirit. At the moment, under the watchful eyes of the public, even if he tried to defend himself, others would think that he was afraid!
There was a surge of anger in his heart. He was about to agree, but the girl next to him suddenly said: "Vick is just a guest who came to congratulate us. How can a guest personally come to the battlefield? You men will inevitably get injured. If you hurt him then it will be a bit rude."
Dean narrowed his eyes as he saw the girl cleverly catch his words: "Really? Since a beautiful lady like you can see that he will be injured by me, then there is really no need to compare notes. After all, there is a need to interact with each other in order to liven things up. If it is a one-sided fight then it will lose my grace." The corner of his mouth slightly curved, revealing a faint sarcastic arc.
At the moment his back was facing the other nobles, so no one noticed the change in his expression.
The handsome youth 'Vick' and the girl could see it clearly. The girl frowned and was about to open her mouth again. Vick suddenly snorted: "Since you are so confident, I would like to see if the hunter is really as powerful as the rumors say."
Dudian waved his hand and shook his head: "No, I don't want to hurt you. This lady can see that you are no match for me. Why bother to show off?"
The girl frowned. She was trying to exonerate Vick. She didn't expect that her words would become a weakness of Dudian's attack. Vick was riding a tiger and couldn't back down.
"Whether I can win or not, we will know after the fight." Vick's eyes were full of murderous intent: "I will liven things up for patriarch Fulin. If you get hurt by my sword then don't blame me for not reminding you."
Dudian shook his head: "I am afraid that I will hurt you and sweep your face."
"Since it is a fight it is normal to get injured. You should pay attention to yourself." Vick slowly held the sword at his waist and pulled it out inch by inch: "Get ready to start!"
"Master, don't!" A middle-aged knight hurriedly whispered to stop him.
Vick's face sank: "Don't stop me!"
The middle-aged knight looked at him and sighed. He knew that he wasn't being impulsive, but was forced to fight by the boy who was a few years younger than him. He couldn't help but hate Dean.
The girl sighed as she looked at Dudian. She took a few steps back and came to the edge of the hall under the protection of the knights of the Mel family so as to avoid being accidentally injured.
The smile on Dean's face slowly disappeared. He quietly looked at him and made a gentleman's gesture: "Please!"
Vick saw a flaw in Dudian's armpit. He suddenly straightened up and thrust his sword.
Dean's body flashed. He was like a shadow as he bypassed Vick's sword and arrived in front of Vick. Their eyes stared at each other. Vick's pupils shrank. Although he had expected the hunter's physique to be extraordinary, he didn't think that it would be so much stronger than him. He was about to wave his sword to block but saw Dean's palm coming towards him.
Vick's body retreated a few steps. He staggered and almost fell down. His neck was slightly twisted to the side. His fair and handsome face suddenly became slightly rosy. However, the rosy outline of his face was like a palm print.
"Bold!" The middle-aged knight rushed out and stopped in front of Vick. He pulled out the sword from his waist and pointed at Dean: "Damn civilian! Kneel down!"
Dudian quickly said: "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
Vick recovered from the dizziness. He felt a burning pain on his cheek. His heart was filled with anger as he heard Dean's words. He turned around and was about to scold Dean. However, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood when he saw Dean.
He saw Dean holding his palm. His face was full of concern and worry as he looked at his five fingers. He repeatedly said: "Did I hurt you? Does it hurt? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let you suffer like this. "
What was provocation?
What did it mean to bully others too much?
Vick felt that his lungs were going to explode. His blood was boiling as he saw the astonished eyes of the nobles and their children. Although he didn't have a mirror, but he could imagine how embarrassing and shameful he was at the moment.
"Kill, kill him!" Vick's teeth creaked as he roared in anger.
The middle-aged knight clenched his sword and stared at Dean coldly. He took a step forward and continued to sweep his sword. His sword was as fast as a streamer. Even the shadow of the sword could be seen in the air.
Dean didn't expect the middle-aged knight's physique to be so extraordinary. It should be close to the physique of an intermediate hunter. However, he didn't know whether the knight had magic marks in his body or not.
Thinking of this, Dean decided to end the fight quickly. His body continued to retreat. He suddenly raised his hand to feign an attack, but the real move was to sweep his foot.
The middle-aged knight's sword chopped at Dean's wrist. He didn't expect Dean to stop halfway. But the middle-aged knight was extremely experienced. He quickly thought that a killing move must be the opposite of a feint. The idea flashed in his mind. His lower body instinctively retreated and narrowly escaped Dean's foot.
Dean didn't stare as he didn't hit the middle-aged knight. He quickly moved forward and raised his hand to pinch the middle-aged knight's arm.
"Open for me!" The middle-aged knight's arm shook. He wanted to block Dean's five fingers, but the next moment he felt a sharp pain coming from the part of his arm that was pinched. He couldn't help but raise his other hand to break the siege.
Dean reacted quickly. He grabbed the other hand with his right hand. He raised his toe and fiercely hit the middle-aged knight's nose.
Bang! The middle-aged knight's head tilted back and blood spurted out of his nose. Dean took this opportunity to raise his right hand and hit the elbow of the middle-aged knight's arm that was pinched. Kacha! The middle-aged knight's arm that was holding the sword suddenly bent in a terrible posture.
The middle-aged knight screamed in pain. He loosened his hand and the sword fell to the ground.
The other three knights didn't think that their captain would be defeated. They quickly pulled out their swords and rushed up to Dean.
Dean punched the middle-aged knight's chest with his left hand. The middle-aged knight was sent flying. He turned around and coldly looked at the other three knights. The cold killing intent in his eyes was like an unrestrained beast. The three knights stopped their footsteps. They clenched their swords and trembled as they looked at Dean.
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