The Spirit World

Chapter 322: The "Decisive Battle" of the Dragon Conference Arrives Ahead of Time

"Dear Mr. Jack Nyman, it's a pity that I couldn't meet you at the end of the race." Hall bent down and bowed respectfully.

Hall was wearing a shiny silver-white armor with the royal lion emblem shining blue on it. His golden hair and righteous eyes made his humility more understandable as a genius of the Theatus family in Wenti County.

Chang Yufeng also bowed politely.

He put his right hand on his left waist, which was the second highest level of etiquette when meeting the duke's son. The first highest level of etiquette was naturally kneeling.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Theatus."

"What's wrong? Mr. Nieman, the sad expression on your face now is not like you." Hall gently wiped his novice sword, which was probably the worst quality sword he had ever held, and it even had spell taboos.

But he wiped it very neatly, from the blade to the hilt, with a white handkerchief, and put it in his pocket after wiping.

The pocket of the armor was difficult to find, and the handkerchief flew directly in through his chest.

"I admire you for kicking them out with two kicks. Even in this hundred years, there has never been such a genius." Hall put his front foot firmly on the ground and used his back foot to resist, ready to go.

"This kind of extraordinary charm is really desirable." Hall smiled at Chang Yufeng. Chang Yufeng in his eyes seemed to be glowing. It seems that it is indeed as he said. Such powerful power does have extraordinary charm.

For everyone here, this charm is not just his strength, but his age.

If he was an elderly man, this kind of thing would be acceptable, and Hall's "respect" for Chang Yufeng would be even higher.

But at his age now, he's like he's just been weaned.

Not to mention his babyish voice and childish face, it was totally inconsistent with his absolutely astonishing and breathtaking strength.

Of course, the children are used as a reference to highlight his strength. They are all family treasures who have carefully prepared for the competition, so they would not be so weak as to be kicked out. It only shows that the gap in strength is too big.

When the fisherman was kicked down, a huge hole appeared in the high wall that separated the silver cup. The kicked sword broke into pieces on the ground.

Unfortunately, the audience did not cheer, they were just a little surprised. But after these three games, Jack Nyman's reputation has been rising, and he has received more and more attention.

The sad-looking Chang Yufeng that Hall described actually existed, and Chang Yufeng confirmed that he did look a little sad.

He touched his face and straightened his clothes.

"I'm sorry, I can't use my best...ao..." Chang Yufeng yawned loudly.

"I'm in good shape to fight you." Chang Yufeng took a step forward with his front foot, and then took a horse stance with his back foot, imitating Hall's movements.

"That's terrible. I think this opportunity is very important to you, and you shouldn't be troubled by it." Hall's eyes were a little depressed. He said, "I really hope to fight you head-on, not with this novice sword. A fair duel."

"That would be terrible, Mr. Theatus. I feel the same way. However, what we have now is definitely still a fair fight...ao..." Chang Yufeng yawned deeply again. His lion coat was blue, and he had no so-called armor. Although there was heavy snow outside the silver cup, there was steam inside the silver cup, which was so comfortable that it made people feel a little weak.

This drowsiness disappointed some people who were optimistic about him, including Pyros.

And a bunch of... kittens and puppies.

They looked at the two swordsmen seriously. In this situation, the situation might not be optimistic.

Their eyes, big and small, were all fixed on Chang Yufeng, not Hall. Although the audience came to see Hall, they came to see Chang Yufeng.

They were invited by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, otherwise only one professor would attend the Dragon Assembly. Now, cats and dogs sitting in a row is actually a bit funny.

Their real selves did not come.

It's just a kind of concrete magic.

Chang Yufeng looked at Hall. He no longer thought about how uncomfortable such a true genius would feel when facing a "reincarnator" like himself. Without their knowledge, his clumsiness was completely incomparable to their genius.

Although the price is countless despair and countless deaths.

There's no such thing as absolute fairness, right?

If they are enemies, without moral constraints, would you really care so much?
After so many escapes, who has ever had mercy on me? Not even the enemy.

Chang Yufeng prepared his attack. Naturally, he was also a novice swordsman, so he still needed to be prepared when facing Hall.

Although I know who is behind this, I still can't catch them.

They are completely ordinary people in the crowd, but they are full of hatred and resentment in front of you.

What does it matter if you know who they answer to, Duke Theatus?

So what if I knew...

A boy named Niemann handed the Duke over to the Ministry of Internal Affairs? Why? Is it possible?
It's better to take advantage of the situation.

When he found himself surrounded by so many people casting the same sleeping spell, it was no longer possible to come up with a better way to deal with the situation.

Ok.

"Well, I will naturally do my best." Hall looked at Chang Yufeng, walking slowly on the grass, examining the timing of his attack.

Hall smiled and said: "I hope Mr. Nieman will do his best like Hall and leave no regrets."

When Chang Yufeng heard these words, he felt that this blond child was quite sincere. He might not know the situation behind it, or he might not know it so thoroughly.

He smiled.

"Ah, I know. Please do your best, Mr. Theatus." Chang Yufeng also circled around with Hall.

Every step is carefully calculated.

Not more, not less, can attack forward and defend backward.

Hall's basic training definitely has a solid foundation and he has put in a lot of hard work.

Look at his sword-holding gesture, which is absolutely correct. All swordsmen taught by the Royal Coach have this problem. For example, a normal way of holding a sword is to swing it better, and to keep the center of gravity of the sword from deviating from the attack range and revealing flaws, but the sword skills taught by the Royal Coach may be more for the sake of appearance.

It cannot be said to be flashy, it's just that the sword-holding posture will be slightly different, causing the sword holder's center of gravity and the swinging moves to deviate slightly from the normal moves.

No one would hold a sword without feeling comfortable in their hands, but this is what happens when performing swordplay.

This is the difference between the unconventional and the orthodox.

Steady your breath.

Keep your steps straight.

Chang Yufeng is shorter than Hall.

This was something Hall had never expected. In this case, Hall would need to adjust every strike. If the situation was good, it was not impossible to leave his opponent with no chance to fight back. However, Hall was facing Chang Yufeng.

If there really is a name.

Then it must be the "Reincarnationist" that Chang Yufeng calls himself.

Although Chang Yufeng didn't know how long Hall would go around in circles like this, nor did he know what level of strength Hall was at, looking at the name of Theatus, such speculation was completely unnecessary.

If Chang Yufeng wanted to, he would have a chance to eliminate Hall directly. In that case, the person he faced would have less family burden than Hall.

But no.

While slowly spinning in circles with Hall, you have to yawn very carefully.

There's nothing wrong with that, the problem is that yawning is contagious.

Erica and Elaine in the stands watched the two people spinning in circles, and with the occasional yawn, there were big swirls in their eyes.

Although they knew it was not good to sleep like this, Elaine lay in Erica's arms, and Erica lay in Lin'er's arms and fell asleep.

Lin'er looked at Chang Yufeng with some concern.

After receiving information that he might have been cast into a sleeping spell, Chang Yufeng drank the potion, looked around, and had already figured out how to deal with it.

Will count.

This is currently the most likely and effective method.

As long as Chang Yufeng can create the effect of a possible sleeping spell, he can basically deal with it.

It is impossible to fall into a completely lifeless sleep, so this "obvious" yawn will really help. Even if there are many flaws, it will make people feel that Jack Nyman himself is different from ordinary people, and there may be a way to crack the sleeping spell.

However, this method of cracking was not so effective and it obviously affected his game.

This is enough. They may want to do something more thorough than this, but we have come up with a countermeasure, so it can be considered a balanced fight.

It’s not a win-win situation, but it’s definitely more acceptable.

What if they don’t accept it?
We’ll talk about it later.

Now that Hall was right in front of him, all he had to do was defeat him. It was hard to say whether he would defeat him severely or not, but he could only say that he would not do it so ruthlessly.

For example, Hall would not be allowed to lose his limbs, nor would he suffer from mental disability.

Absolutely fair and just, absolutely a good performance, no, a beautiful fight.

I won't embarrass Hall, nor will I make it easy for me to defeat Hall.

"How long will they keep spinning? Are they dancing?" A woman in a black wizard robe was standing in the corner of the stands, cracking melon seeds. Her black hair was exposed from her robe, shining like a silver cup, clearly distinguishing it from the clean black robe. Her hair, with its distinct layers, seemed a little shiny.

"Have you dealt with Neymar's body? [Sparrow]" Another person in a black magic robe also stood beside her. This person was obviously much taller and a sturdy man. He was also cracking melon seeds, but the claws suddenly disappeared.

"Ah... What a hassle. They actually asked me to do this kind of thing. That fat guy is really heavy. Can you bear to let a woman do this kind of rough work? Lord Red Eagle." The woman named Sparrow complained a little, but then said happily: "But that boy is still quite cute. He didn't even blink when he killed people."

"Who, target?" Red Eagle looked at his "target"

The boy in the blue jacket spinning in circles.

"Luo...Luo...Ke? Is that what you call him? I think it's quite funny. They are his biological parents, and they were killed without any reason... It's really unreasonable." Sparrow laughed even more happily, and the melon seeds he cracked bounced to the ground, but the melon seeds rose up again at a very full speed and stopped in front of her eyes: "It's really a failed education. There is not even a little bit of emotion."

"This has nothing to do with us." Hongying stared at Chang Yufeng, his eyes seemed to have never blinked.

"We just need to let the demon out of him."

Something that was invisible to the naked eye suddenly stretched out from the black magic robe of the sparrow. In the dim stand, it was not clear. It seemed that the hair put the fallen melon seed into Que's mouth.

"Hahaha, but then again, what about the great magicians?" The sparrow chewed melon seeds and turned his head to look at the eagle.

Red Eagle still stared at the two children spinning around.

"The crows are already preparing the magic circle. We just need to trap them. We don't have much time." The Red Eagle sounded like an answer, but not like an answer to the sparrow.

"What will be the result..." Sparrow tilted his head and looked at Chang Yufeng in the silver cup with some happiness. Although he looked a little small, their steps had not been disrupted until now.

Unless the attack is launched in the air, won't there be any flaws?

Red Eagle took a deep breath and said, "If the Duke's second son can help us severely injure the target, or make the target have a fatal flaw, or just help us consume his physical strength, it is a completely acceptable situation for us."

"Is that so... But I think that these two people are actually very different. I don't know if it's because he is the target, but I think the Duke's second son is just being played." Sparrow had run out of melon seeds to crack, so he grabbed a handful from Red Eagle's hand, took the seeds into his hand and continued to crack them.

"If that's the case, then it's normal. The target assigned to us will definitely not be that simple." Red Eagle stared at the boy named Jack Nieman. His white hair was exposed in his robe. He said solemnly: "Do you know...Lorcan?"

"Ah... Dragon Heart Society? Didn't Loken die a long time ago?" Sparrow stopped looking at the two children spinning around. He turned his back in disappointment.

"Lorcan has been afraid of death for a long time. He still hopes to live in the sunshine. He has no awareness of his own death." Red Eagle said seriously and softly: "We found a letter from Loken. He hopes to fake his death to escape this sin."

"Disgusting. Really disgusting. He kills people like crazy and still wants to make a name for himself. Disgusting. Pah!" Sparrow took a sip.

"But now he is really dead. Phoenix was very angry at first, but when she heard that he was really dead, she laughed happily. It was the first time I heard Phoenix laugh so creepy." When Hongying said this, he actually forgot about the melon seeds he was cracking.

Put it in your hand.

"Now that he is really dead, there may be no sin."

"His disguise should be very successful. Locke is very cunning and must be able to disguise himself perfectly." Sparrow lowered his head and bit a melon seed: "Who can kill him?"

"Him." Red Eagle slowly closed his eyes.

"Who?"

"Jack Nyman."

"How is it possible...our target can actually..." Sparrow stopped talking in surprise.

"Unfortunately, you can't help but believe it." Red Eagle opened his eyes and continued to stare at the two people in the audience. They had not thought of taking the initiative yet.

"Is that so... That's... quite interesting." Sparrow smiled and burned the melon seed shells with the flame in his hand.

"Ah... it's quite interesting."

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