"Pas used to be a mercenary, skilled in foot combat. But it is said his horseback fighting isn’t great. Perhaps someone wants to challenge Pas with horseback fighting."
Just as the words fell, indeed, that burly man shouted at the top of his voice, "I choose horseback fighting!"
"Pas, horseback fighting." Abi Robbs repeated.
Pas’s expression froze.
Mike, standing next to him, laughed and said quietly, "See, I told you someone would definitely challenge you with horseback fighting."
"This guy thinks I’m easy to bully, doesn’t he?" Pas sighed helplessly and stood up, supporting himself with the hilt of his sword.
Meanwhile, Huoersi also stood up, supporting himself with the hilt of his sword, and discreetly left his seat.
In the backstage tent, Huoersi silently took off his chest armor, then clutched his chest, his expression twisted, his forehead covered in sweat.
"What’s wrong, Uncle Huoersi."
Turning his head, Huoersi suddenly discovered that Yilin, dressed in a light yellow long dress, had somehow already appeared behind him.
When she first met Gray, Yilin was only seventeen. Back then, she was beautiful, youthful, yet incredibly strong, stubbornly wanting to support the entire duchy single-handedly and turn the tide. When she faced forty thousand troops alone outside White Castle, she brought that youthful stubbornness to an extreme.
If heaven favored Yilin, it was probably at that moment. Like a miracle, a knight descended from the sky, leading her through the most difficult moments of her life, while also engraving her name in the annals of history.
The loyalty of a Holy Knight and the Lich King, such significant identities, even the gods and demons have to ponder.
Now, ten years have passed, and the immaturity and impulsiveness of Yilin’s past have long vanished, replaced by the calmness and composure of ice. Of course, the pride and stubbornness still remain, engraved in her bones, impossible to wash away.
"Cough cough..." Looking at Yilin, Huoersi coughed heavily, took a breath, and then said softly, "It’s nothing, just a little uncomfortable."
Yilin asked softly, "Is it because of yesterday’s match? I heard that yesterday a challenger gave Uncle Huoersi a tough fight."
"Yes." Huoersi nodded, sighing, "Yesterday’s... was really strong. I didn’t expect a challenger of that level. I directly ruined a piece of chest armor, can’t even repair it. If my equipment wasn’t better than his, I think he would have won."
Suddenly, a commotion from outside the tent drew Yilin and Huoersi’s attention.
"Pas wins!" Abi Robbs announced loudly from the podium, "The challenger was also excellent, and we sincerely hope he can continue to work hard!"
The challenger, who had been knocked off his horse, trudged away in a dejected manner.
Standing in the center of the field, Pas raised his hands high, but was met with boos.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? I won! Is this how you treat the victor?" Pas was a little angry.
Mike stood on the podium and shouted loudly, "You directly jumped onto the opponent’s war horse, how is that different from foot combat?"
"Hey! In horseback fighting, you can’t touch the ground, you have to admit I really didn’t touch the ground. The rest you don’t worry about how I won."
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"It’s none of your business, I didn’t break any rules!"
Pas cursed and walked back, the boos growing louder.
In the tent, Yilin turned her gaze back to Huoersi and said softly, "Uncle Huoersi should be the strongest among all ten Knights, especially in horseback fighting."
"In theory, yes." Huoersi spread his hands, "But I’m not young anymore. Humans are different from gods and demons; gods and demons get stronger with age, while humans gradually weaken after passing their peak. Maybe in another ten years, I won’t even be able to enter the arena."
Yilin smiled and said, "I think Uncle Huoersi can fight for another twenty years."
"Hahaha, cough cough cough... I hope so too." After thinking for a moment, Huoersi added, "If there’s anyone most deserving of being granted the title of Knight in this selection, I think it should be him."
"But he lost to Uncle Huoersi."
"No, he actually won; he just lost to the rules, landed on the ground. If this were a battlefield, I would be the one dead. Even in my younger days, I could only fight him to a draw. And looking at his age, he still has room to improve. I guess he must have had complete Knight training."
"A civilian who has gone through complete Knight training but doesn’t have the Knight title... that’s rare. What’s his name?"
"Uh... Seems he’s called Alvin. Alvin Schmidt."
"Alvin... Schmidt?" Yilin frowned, hesitating.
At this moment, the young man named Alvin Schmidt was lying motionless on a lawn three kilometers from the arena, holding a wild grass in his mouth, gazing at the blue sky and the swirling clouds.
A white shirt with rolled sleeves. Brown pants with rolled legs. Brown hair, a fair face, his brows filled with heroism, yet also carrying a touch of nonchalance.
"Alvin! Alvin!" A middle-aged man, dressed in a blue robe and looking like a merchant with gray hair, walked towards him from afar, yelling, "What are you still doing here? I was looking everywhere for you!"
Alvin silently turned his back.
His father, gasping for breath, came alongside Alvin, yelling, "Don’t you know the Knight selection is being held today? Huh? Why didn’t you participate in the competition?"