It was clearly serious and full of pretentiousness, but there was an indescribable air of idiocy coming from the flatfish's gills, and no one could be serious at all.
Be that as it may, Gerald was left stunned by Mufasa's words.
He knew very well that Mufasa was not wrong at all.
As the heir of the McCobley family, he was a knight of the lowest rank among nobles, but as a trusted aide of the mayor of Lancaster, he was much more powerful than barons whose lands were in remote rural areas when it came to authority and treatment alone.
Because of this, even though he had received strict training from a young age and practiced his swordsmanship diligently every day, allowing him to possess powerful swordsmanship and Dou Qi before he even reached thirty years of age, he had never experienced anything that could be considered as a difficult situation, nor had he faced a truly cruel battle.
After all, as a city guard knight, Gerald would mostly have his subordinates swarm the bandits even if they were sent to wipe out a few bandit lairs.
While his subordinates would take care of most of the enemies, he would bring up the rear and take down some of the stronger bandits who had exhausted most of their stamina but were still resisting stubbornly.
Even against assassins, most of them would not be too powerful to avoid alerting their masters, and most of their attention would be focused on their target, which was why they couldn't focus on a city guard knight like Gerald.
His sword had never faced death directly, which was why his swordsmanship had always been stuck at a bottleneck, unable to break through and naturally unable to reach the pinnacle.
While his swordsmanship in the dojo was peerlessly exquisite, it was ultimately a work of art created behind closed doors. In terms of killing efficiency, it would never compare to swordsmanship trained on the battlefield.
As a believer of the God of War, Gerald could clearly feel that Mufasa's swordsmanship carried the power of divine grace as they fought.
But unlike his own aura that could improve physical ability and the might of his swordsmanship, Mufasa's divine grace was clearly far less than his own, and yet he could completely defend against all his blows!
It was a situation that believers of the God of War could never comprehend. Usually, the divine grace of the God of War — in other words, the strength of one's aura could determine victory or defeat!
In the very end, Gerald finally understood something that left him in disbelief: the fact that the swordsman could parry his blows and even block the path of his sword was entirely due to his own sword skills. The power of the divine grace had at best kept the flatfish head swordsman unaffected by his aura, allowing Gerald to cut off his weapon and kill him, allowing him to stand at the starting point of a fair fight with Gerald!
His might was entirely due to the swordsmanship he had cultivated!
At the same time, Gerald was the one who could feel his opponent's aura the best. Flatfish wasn't bluffing, but had truly been facing death without end, seeking a breakthrough from within, which in the end allowed his swordsmanship to develop to such an unbelievable level!
That being said, Gerald couldn't help feeling even more shocked in the depths of his heart.
Excluding deserters, soldiers who could survive a fierce battle would shed their immaturity and become qualified soldiers. If they could survive two battles in a row, they would become experienced veterans, the absolute mainstay of the army. Veterans who survived three battles were valuable resources in any army. In this world, such veterans were even qualified to receive the blessings of the corresponding gods.
And yet, the comical flatfish swordsman before him had survived countless near-death situations, and it wasn't unusual that he would possess such monstrous swordsmanship!
"Why …" Gerald felt that his throat was a little dry. After realizing how powerful his opponent was, he recalled how they had exchanged blows just now, and realized that he had actually held back, or he might have instakilled him. "Would someone as powerful as you be the guard of an ordinary traveling merchant? No matter how much he paid you, Lancaster will pay you double! "
"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in becoming a lackey of nobles." If it had been before, Mufasa might have eagerly agreed since the other party wasn't asking him to betray his faith and become a mercenary.
However, after witnessing the arrogance of the nobles in the old city, Mufasa didn't have a good impression of them, which was why he decisively refused the offer.
"Another word of advice." Mufasa turned to leave the courtyard, but just before he left, he ignored the stunned gazes of the two guards and said to Gerald, who appeared rather bedraggled, "Mister Marni Wilf isn't an ordinary traveling merchant."
"If I'm someone who often faces death, he's someone who gets along well with it." With those words, Mufasa left the courtyard, although his final words were still wafting in the courtyard. "You'd be digging your own grave if you really piss him off. You'd best remember that."
Gerald's entire body froze where he was, disbelief written all over his face. He didn't know how many times he had been in disbelief today, and he might have used up all the disbelief he had in his entire life.
That traveling merchant who looked like a noob and could easily kill a thief was actually so DIO?
Gerald returned to the inner room dejectedly. Naturally, the people inside had already learned of the duel's outcome from the balcony.
The noblewoman's expression was a little ugly, and there was no telling if she was embarrassed that Gerald had embarrassed her or that Marni didn't give her face.
Looking at the mysterious smile on Marni's face, Gerald couldn't help feeling a chill when he remembered the Flatfish Swordsman's warning.
Lowering his head, he steeled himself and seethed. "I've lost. I'm leaving the Temple of Glory from now on!"
"Gerald … you should reconsider." The noblewoman frowned.
She then turned to Marni and said with a pleading tone, "Gerald is still young. Mister Wilf, can't you forgive him for his recklessness?"
"I'm sorry, but we've signed a contract, and I can't defy its power. As you know, we merchants value contracts the most. " Marni spread his hands and shrugged helplessly. "And it doesn't matter whether he's the God of War or not."
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Chapter 251:
Making Friends with Death
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