"Uncle!"
The Lord of Alfalfa City, Ron Lute, could not help but shout.
However, the former Duke Of Lute, who was now Ensfa Lute's personal guard, did not seem to hear his nephew's voice. He just stared at Knight Omar in front of him, waiting for the other party's response.
Ron Lute's heart was burning with anxiety. This uncle who had "come back from the dead" was once the pillar of the Lute family. Now that the family had declined, they could only hide in Alfalfa City and bitterly support themselves. When Ron saw Ensfa Lute at this moment, it was naturally as if he had seen a life-saving straw.
However, this life-saving straw was going to duel with a powerful half-elf knight. This made Ron feel like he had fallen from heaven to hell again. In a hurry, he could not help but remind his uncle.
However, seeing that his uncle did not pay attention to him at all, Ron did not dare to say anything more.
He did not dare to persuade his uncle not to duel with Knight Omar.
After all, this was Count Angele's arrangement. If he ruined Count Angele's plan, the fate of the Lute family would only be more miserable.
Knight Omar looked at the chain gloves on the ground in front of him. He did not immediately pick them up. Instead, he stood there stupidly.
It must be known that Ensfa Lute was able to become the former half-elf duke and the commander of the Silvermoon Guard. It was not because of his identity as the king's uncle, but because of his powerful strength that surpassed the half-elf kingdom!
Even if Omar himself had now advanced to the fourth rank, when facing the former number one knight of the half-elf kingdom, he was still a little afraid.
What's more, this was a duel to the death!
Omar looked at Ensfa Lute's cold eyes in front of him and had already thought of retreating.
He had actually fought with Knight Ensfa before and knew how powerful he was. He also knew that even if he had now advanced to the fourth rank, he might not be a match for him.
However, at this time, even if he did not want to fight, Colin would not let him leave so easily.
"Knight Omar, don't you want to prove that you are the 'strongest half-elf knight'? What? You don't dare to accept Knight Ensfa's challenge? "
Omar was still hesitating, but then he saw the cold eyes of Viscounts Fiennes.
At this time, he finally realized that he had no way out.
As a traitor to the half-elves, if Omar lost the support of the Eastern Region, then the best ending for him would be to become a fugitive.
So, Omar took a deep breath and bent down to pick up the gloves on the ground.
Raising his head again, Knight Omar could clearly see a hint of mockery in Knight Ensfarr's eyes. It was as if he was mocking him, but also as if he was looking down on him.
Omar only felt a surge of anger rush to his head. At this moment, he finally let go of the cowardice and hesitation in his heart. He only wanted to wash away the shame of the past.
"Come on! Ensfa Rutte! Let me see if you've improved in the past two years! "
Unlike Knight Omar's violence, Knight Enzi was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, as if he didn't realize that he was about to engage in a duel to the death.
However, when the duel officially began, Knight Ensfarr suddenly went from extreme stillness to extreme movement.
Boom!
The moment Knight Ensfar stepped on the ground, the ground suddenly exploded. Under the explosive force, Ensfar, who was more than two meters tall, charged towards the opponent like a giant tank.
Knight Omar felt a strong threat, and a sense of danger that made his whole body tremble welled up in his heart.
In an instant, Knight Omar didn't dare to hold back. Without hesitation, he activated his strongest state. Holy light spread out from his chest like flowing water, and even the heavy sword in his hand lit up with holy light.
"Die!"
Knight Omar roared, and the heavy sword in his hand glowed with holy light as he swung it towards Ensfarr's head.
But the moment the two were about to collide, Omar suddenly changed his move. His body twisted a few times like a fish, and not only did he avoid Ensfarr's fatal blow, he also stabbed his longsword towards Ensfarr's right hand — the hand without the chain glove.
Puchi!
Blood splattered everywhere, and two fingers fell to the ground.
Although Knight Omar was also knocked to the ground, and his chest was burning with pain, he was ecstatic because Ensfarr could no longer hold his weapon after his fingers were cut off.
Thus, he lowered his head and flipped to the side, circling behind Ensfarr. The heavy sword in his hand glowed with white light, and under the huge impact, he ruthlessly stabbed into Ensfarr's lower back.
Ensfarr didn't seem to be affected at all. Although he couldn't hold the longsword in his hand, he still turned around and threw out a punch.
The huge fist, accompanied by the spikes on the vambrace, swept down like a stone pillar.
This attack was extremely fast, and Knight Omar was still thinking about stabbing the heavy sword deeper. He was caught off guard and could only let go of the hilt to take it head-on.
Bang!
The armor on Knight Omar's arm immediately caved in under the huge impact, and sparks flew everywhere. He maintained a defensive posture and slid a few meters away, leaving two black scorch marks under his feet.
Without waiting for him to catch his breath, Ensfarr's second punch came down.
Boom!
Knight Omar half-knelt on the ground, and blood spurted out from his knees.
His arms were in front of him, blocking the huge blood-red fist in front of him.
"Ahhhh!!!"
Omar roared and rolled to the side to avoid the fist. He then got up and flew past Knight Enzi's waist, grabbing the hilt of the heavy sword that had pierced into his waist in midair.
Whoosh!
Ensfarr threw another punch at him, which was blocked by Knight Omar's half of the heavy sword.
Bang!
The huge force crashed into the heavy sword like a flood, and the heavy sword ruthlessly cut open Ensfarr's armor with a crash, opening a hideous wound at his waist.
Although Omar was also sent flying and spat out blood again, he couldn't help but laugh wildly.
This was because he realized that although Ensfarr's strength was still unrivaled, his technique had deteriorated greatly, and he seemed to be mentally unstable.
How could a normal person continue to punch when they saw the heavy sword at their waist?
This was clearly killing eight hundred enemies and injuring a thousand oneself.
But the next second, Knight Omar's smile froze on his face.
This was because Ensfarr, whose waist was almost cut in half, didn't seem to care about the fatal injuries on his body, and charged forward again as if nothing had happened.
Bang!
The ear-piercing sound of metal twisting was accompanied by the chilling sound of bones cracking.
Knight Omar let out a painful howl because he was shocked to find that his arm had been smashed off!
Ensfarr didn't seem to have any intention of stopping. He didn't care about the terrifying injury at his waist and used all his strength, smashing fist after fist into Knight Omar's chest.
Bang! Bang!
Bang! Every punch would cause blood to spurt out, and at the same time, the sound of bones cracking could be heard.
Knight Omar was still begging for mercy at first, but gradually, he couldn't make a sound anymore.
Bang! Bang!
Ensfarr was still punching downwards, the blood and flesh splattering all over his armor, making him look like a demon that had crawled out of hell.
Knight Omar was now a bloody mess, but Ensfarr didn't seem to have any intention of stopping.
The scene was completely silent.
This extremely tragic duel scene made everyone dumbfounded.
Until Colin raised his hand slightly and said softly, "It's done."
Only then did Ensfarr stop smashing. He slowly got up and walked towards the viewing platform.
The strong smell of blood filled the air, causing the half-elven nobles on the stage to shrink back uncontrollably.
Viscounts Fiennes tried his best to remain calm, but when he saw Ensfarr walking towards him step by step, he couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Finally, this terrifying knight covered in blood stopped in front of Viscounts Fiennes and directly took away the sword of Marquis García.
Throughout the entire process, Viscounts Fiennes stood there stiffly, not daring to move.
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