On a cliff that was over a hundred meters high, Headmaster Jackson and Huang Lin stood together. Kirst's City Lord, financial officer, tax officer, and other influential figures in Kirst were watching the competition together.
They had all been invited to watch the Knight Academy's inter-class competition this month.
Kirst's City Lord was an astute and capable middle-aged man. He smiled and said to Headmaster Jackson, "Congratulations, Old Headmaster. You've taken in a good student. This is only the fourth Windstorm Sword Hero since the founding of the Empire. This goes to show that Old Headmaster has been teaching Kirst a lot. I heard that His Majesty had also praised you greatly in the Imperial Capital."
Jackson grinned and said, "It's all because His Majesty is good at governing the country. I'm just basking in his glory."
The City Lord pointed to the south, to the fortress and the seven people in front of it, and said, "Is Fang Xingjian there?" Hearing that, everyone looked over, as if wanting to see if the legendary Windstorm Sword Hero really had three heads and six arms, with a green face and sharp fangs.
In fact, as important figures in the city, it was impossible for them to watch every round of the inter-class competition. The reason why they had rushed over today was because they wanted to see how powerful the legendary Windstorm Sword Hero was.
Hearing that, the Headmaster swept his gaze across the fortress in the south and said, "Mmm, Fang Xingjian hasn't appeared yet."
The City Lord reminded him, "Haha, I heard that this Fang Xingjian has just completed his job transition a month ago. Although the Windstorm Sword Hero's speed is unparalleled, is it really alright for him to participate in the competition just like that? What if the sword has no eyes? After all, so many resources have been invested. " The Windstorm Sword Hero was the legendary first transition job. To be able to produce such a Knight in his district was also a political achievement for the City Lord.
He was saying this because he was worried that the people in the academy would spoil things through excessive enthusiasm. If Fang Xingjian were to be injured, that would not be good. And when he mentioned the word 'resources', he seemed to be gnashing his teeth. It was obvious that he still remembered that the Headmaster had taken the Wind Eagle he had reared and fed it to Fang Xingjian to nourish him.
The Headmaster waved his hands and said with a little complacency, "Haha, this lad is very dumb in other aspects, but in sword arts, he's a true genius. I'm afraid that even ordinary Knights might not be his match. "
"Oh?" The City Lord's eyes lit up, "Headmaster, you're so confident? Why don't we have a bet? "
Hearing the words' gamble ', the clerk smiled bitterly. He knew very well how much his City Lord loved to gamble. He wanted to remind the City Lord, but Huang Lin's eyes lit up.
Huang Lin rushed to say, "Then let's make a bet. I bet that Fang Xingjian and the others will win this round." Both he and the Dean had personally seen Fang Xingjian easily defeat Master Griffin from the armory.
Although Griffin was good at forging weapons, and his battle prowess could only be considered to be in the middle of the first transition, it still spoke volumes about Fang Xingjian's abilities.
Moreover, Huang Lin had fought with Fang Xingjian many times, so he had a better understanding of his strength. Therefore, Huang Lin was very confident that Fang Xingjian's class would be able to win this match. As long as their class did not make any major mistakes and the others defended the fort, Fang Xingjian would be able to use the Windstorm Sword Hero's high-speed guerilla attacks to defeat his opponents one by one. Then, victory would be a piece of cake.
Hearing Huang Lin's words, everyone present was taken aback, especially Kirst's City Lord. His face revealed an expression of interest.
"In Fang Xingjian's batch, most of them have only transitioned for one or two months. Other than Robert, they are all newbies at the Knight level, and there's still one person missing. If they can still win against ten experienced Knights, wouldn't it be a little exaggerated?" The City Lord gave it some thought and said, "Since that's the case, I bet that Fang Xingjian and the others will lose."
Huang Lin said, "Alright, if I win, can I ask the City Lord to part with the Knight's remains that we bought last year?"
The City Lord was stunned for a moment, secretly hating, 'This old man. It's not enough for him to take my Wind Eagle, and now he's eyeing my remains?'
This set of remains was a precious treasure that the City Lord had bought from overseas with great difficulty. It was the arm bone of a Conferred Knight (second transition). He had planned to find an opportunity to get the masters in the armory to make it for him, so that it could be passed down to his son and grandson.
The Headmaster looked at this scene with a smile, making it impossible for others to tell what he was thinking.
This also made Kirst's City Lord hesitate.
Huang Lin said, "City Lord, are you not willing to part with it? Then I'll add some more chips. I bet that Fang Xingjian and the others will be able to defeat their opponents within half an hour. If I lose, then this longsword in my hand will be yours. "
With that, he drew out the black iron longsword at his waist. Waves of ether particles kept on emitting from the longsword.
As Huang Lin's personal weapon, this longsword was also an Empire's Divine Weapon forged by the royal family's armory. Although it was not forged from the remains, the material it was made from was also worth a lot of gold. It was mixed with mithril, adamantine, and other rare materials, and could communicate with ether particles to form a force field that could increase the user's speed and agility by about ten percent.
This was clearly a top-notch Empire's Divine Weapon. Ten percent of the difference in strength and agility could often change the direction of a battle.
Hearing Huang Lin's words, a hint of interest flashed in Kirst's City Lord's eyes. He stroked his chin and suddenly smiled, "Alright, I'll bet with you. But the bet between the two of us is a little too little. Is there anyone else who wants to participate?"
In an ordinary inter-class competition, each round would take up to forty-five minutes or more. To end it within thirty minutes, it would require a complete one-sided victory. Although Kirst's City Lord had guessed that a Windstorm Sword Hero would be very powerful, he did not believe that a Windstorm Sword Hero who had only transitioned for a month would be able to defeat someone who had transitioned for three years.
Hearing that, Huang Lin let out a long sigh, 'Xingjian, it's up to you whether or not you can get this big gift.'
Just then, another person stood up and said, "How about I join as well?" That person's white hair was combed neatly, and he was dressed in a well-ironed tailcoat. It was Tresia Clan's clan head, Kaunitz's father.
Nodding at the City Lord and Huang Lin, he smiled and said, "Fang Xingjian is indeed Kirst's pride, but he is still too young. It has only been a month since he transitioned. Although the Windstorm Sword Hero is very powerful, he is still too young. I'll bet that he will only be able to win after forty minutes. Let's use our Tresia Clan's Body Tempering Ointment for a year."
Huang Lin's brows twitched. He knew that the Tresia Clan's Body Tempering Ointment was good stuff. It contained the essence of many medicinal herbs and ferocious beasts, and was a secret of the Tresia Clan. Kaunitz's attributes, which were higher than ordinary people's at the age of sixteen, and Rebecca's ability to grind out over a hundred attribute points at level 19 of the first transition, were all closely related to this Body Tempering Ointment.
Tresia Clan's clan head could see Huang Lin's confidence, and obviously wanted to grant his wish. He did not wish to make enemies with Fang Xingjian, Huang Lin, and the others, and was here to ask for peace.
Just then, another person walked out. It was a middle-aged lady with a crescent moon tattoo on her face, dressed in revealing clothes. She threw a glance at Huang Lin and said, "Old Huang, aren't you looking down on us from the Netherworld Valley too much?"
The Prefectural Champion of Class 253, who was about to fight against Fang Xingjian, was a disciple of the Netherworld Valley.
Huang Lin said in disdain, "When Claude was in the Netherworld Valley, he was not valued at all. His forte has never been poison arts."
Tina shouted, "That's the foundation that our Netherworld Valley has built for him! Do you know how much we've invested in him to give him a physique like that of a ferocious beast? "
Seeing this lady from the Netherworld Valley, everyone present subconsciously took a step back. It was because the people of the Netherworld Valley specialized in bare-handed and poison arts. No one knew when they would be able to poison the air, water, or weapons. They were the most frightening and the most reassuring.
This lady by the name of Tina was an Elder of the Netherworld Valley, and was famous for being a troublemaker.
She shouted, "I don't care about Windstorm Sword Hero or not. I'm betting that Fang Xingjian's team will lose an hour later. "I'll bet a hundred sets of our Netherworld Valley's antidotes. Our antidotes can cure ninety percent of all poisons in this world."
A pale-faced old man with a cold expression said, "Tina, you're so confident, but you're still betting an hour?"
She grinned, "I know he can run fast, so I'll bet forty minutes for him to lose, and the remaining twenty minutes for him to run."
"Hmph hmph." The pale-faced old man was the founder of Kirst Aristocrat Academy, as well as Ferdinand's teacher in the academy. He was a veteran representative of Kirst's aristocrats, Houston.
He said, "My favorite disciple, Ferdinand, is also in Fang Xingjian's team. Of course, I hope that they'll win. "But they're still young. Even with the Windstorm Sword Hero, it'll still be a little difficult for them to win. "I'll bet on a draw. I'll bet on my manor in the north of the city. "
Draw?
Tina reacted in an instant, letting out a strange cry and saying, "You sly old man. The Windstorm Sword Hero can run fast, and as long as Fang Xingjian focuses on harassing him, he'll definitely have the chance to draw."
Houston smiled, looked at Kirst's City Lord and asked, "I wonder how the City Lord would like to bet?"
At that moment, in the south, Fang Xingjian came out.
"Oh, is that Fang Xingjian?"
"What's that on his back?"
They were too far away from Fang Xingjian and the others, and could not hear the conversation between Fang Xingjian and the others. They only saw that after Fang Xingjian had stabbed all of his longswords into the ground, he seemed to be in a standoff with his teammates.
Fang Xingjian shook his head, waved at the others, and said with a smile, "Come, I'll wipe you guys out first, then head to the competition."
The next moment, his eyes shone brightly, and the ground under his feet was suddenly broken by a huge force. With a flash, he appeared before Barbara.
Barbara only had time to turn her body slightly, her hand reaching for the bow on her back. But in the next moment, Fang Xingjian had already appeared and knocked her out with the sword hilt.
"Stop!"
"Fang Xingjian!"
"Are you crazy?!"
Ferdinand, Jack, Robert, and the others bellowed in unison. Other than Anthony, Jack, and Robert, the others attacked with their spears, fists, palms, and swords, surrounding Fang Xingjian from all directions.
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