Everything went exactly as they planned.

A hundred elite members of the Duke of Eller's noble guard were already waiting outside the city to greet them.

Chaplin, the second son of an earl representing the noble guard, stepped forward to greet Grand Duke Dick and opened the city gates wide, allowing the Duke Dick's close associates to enter the outer city.

The noble guard that had accompanied Duke Dick to the scene remained behind.

The two sides silently arrived at a large open space, each forming a group of about a hundred people, with Chris Rom standing at the very front of the group.

While the troops on both sides were on high alert, the commander of the noble guard on Duke Dick's side unexpectedly started chatting.

"Chaplin, I heard your freakish young master is back?"

Chaplin frowned, his expression showing displeasure.

Although he disliked the former Grand Duke's heir who had abandoned all the nobles, it was extremely impolite to use such insulting language to describe the current Grand Duke's brother.

"Buck! Watch your words!"

"You invited us here to compete in military formations, so why are you talking about irrelevant things?"

Buck glanced at the hourglass hidden in his palm, raised an eyebrow, and said sarcastically.

How can it be unrelated?

"The Book of Rites says that we must first pledge allegiance to the Parliament that maintains the order of the United States, and secondly to the master to whom we swear allegiance."

"I suppose you all swore allegiance to that freak since you were little."

"So, who are you fighting for this time?"

"Of course, we're fighting for Duke Melf!"

Chaplin answered without hesitation.

"We swore allegiance to her a year ago!"

"So you've sworn to serve two masters?"

Buck seemed to have hit a nerve, rubbing salt into the wounds of Chaplin and the others.

In the United States, loyalty is highly valued, and serving another master before the death of one's former master is considered disgraceful.

Buck's words were an insult to Chaplin and his ilk, calling them traitors who served a second master.

"Buck!" Chaplin's face contorted with rage. "That wasn't our fault!"

"That freak betrayed us first!"

"If you continue to humiliate us, don't blame us for going all out in the upcoming battle!"

Now everyone's weapons are covered in thick leather and protected by armor, so at most they'll get bruises, but when they go berserk, they can easily break bones and the like.

Buck simply chuckled and raised his right hand.

"How pathetic! How pathetic! A bunch of pathetic guys who served that freakish young master!" xN

The noble guards on Grand Duke Dick's side actually started singing in a bad tone to mock the other side.

Chaplin and the guards behind him were furious, but they couldn't find any words to refute him.

For a moment, amidst the chorus of mockery, no one stood up.

The morale of the noble guards on Grand Duke Eller's side has clearly declined.

That's exactly how it should be done.

Buck tried hard to hide the sinister smile on his face.

He would demoralize the enemy, then begin the battle at the precise time, and once he saw the signal for the start of the Duchy War, he would immediately launch a surprise attack on the enemy!

The feud between the Eller and Dick families should be put to rest!

Victory and glory belong to Grand Duke Dick!

"bite!!!!"

Suddenly, a menacing metallic sound broke the rhythm of the scene.

Chris plunged his two-handed sword into the soil, the blade swaying rapidly with a small amplitude, emitting a piercing screech.

When Chris pulled the sword out, the tip was still trembling.

He left the group and walked towards Buck.

"Hey! Chris! What are you doing?!"

Chaplin grabbed the other man's shoulder, trying to pull him back.

"Captain."

Chris turned to look at Chaplin, a bright flame hidden in his gray eyes.

"The master humiliates the minister and the minister dies."

Chaplin paused for a moment, then quickly replied.

"You don't need to fight for him at all!"

Chris didn't answer, but simply shook the hand off his shoulder and walked up to Buck.

He raised his two-handed sword with one hand, the tip pointing at his opponent.

"Buck, I challenge you to a duel to the death."

Chapter 28 A Battle for Dignity Stained with Blood

A duel to the death?!

Buck shook his head and chuckled. He scrutinized the other man's face, seemingly trying to see what kind of innocent face lay beneath the helmet.

“You are merely the son of a baron, and I have the right to refuse your duel challenge.”

"Then you are a coward! A coward who doesn't even dare to accept a duel in front of everyone!"

Chaplin took a step forward from behind Chris.

“Bark, from now on everyone in White Moon Territory will talk about your cowardly behavior.”

Buck glanced at Chaplin and smiled.

"I'm giving you a chance to live."

"Since you don't cherish it at all, then I'll agree."

He was still thinking about how to stall for time until the Duke arrived at the inner city gate before preparing for a surprise attack.

Since someone had offered him an excuse, he accepted it with gratitude.

Of course, returning the favor is your destiny!

Buck ripped the leather off his halberd.

"I'll take care of you in one minute!"

Chris also tore off the leather from the blade and looked at the other person coldly.

The noble guards of both sides formed two semicircles, leaving enough space in the middle for the duel.

A duel to the death between nobles could not be stopped except under special circumstances, and killing someone under such circumstances would not be a crime.

The two first faced each other, about two meters apart, and then both took three steps back.

This was the beginning of the duel ceremony, and then Chaplin, standing to the side, held a gold coin between his fingers.

The gold coin is thrown and spins in mid-air.

At the same time, Chris and Buck's skin both turned a little red.

Both of them were knights who cultivated their blood energy.

Cultivating blood and qi is cultivating vitality. The stronger the blood and qi, the stronger the body will be, and the perception of the five senses, physical agility, strength, speed, and so on will be enhanced in all aspects.

In contrast, in order to replenish their nutrition, those who cultivate their blood and qi will have a much larger appetite, and they will all become gluttons.

Humans used to defeat orcs by having knights who cultivated their blood and qi through hand-to-hand combat.

At this moment, the gold coins began to fall, and Chris and Buck gripped their weapons tightly.

The spinning coin gradually increased its speed, and then—

"clang!!!"

Two white streaks, created by the sunlight refracted by the sharp blade, converged in the air.

The screech of metal clashing tormented everyone's ears.

"Not bad, the speed and power of your starting move are both above average."

"You have around level two strength, right?"

Faced with Buck's teasing, Chris steadied himself, focused his energy on his arms, and eliminated the tingling sensation from the impact of the sword.

The second sword light leaped forward, folding into a "Z" shape in the air.

The sword flashed as he took a step forward, aiming for Buck's throat.

"clang!"

The long metal pole blocked the attack, and at the same time, Buck used the fulcrum created by the attack to push and pull left and right, and flicked the halberd upwards.

Ding!

Chris quickly stepped back, and as he regained his balance, the helmet fell from the sky and landed at his feet.

"A decent fast sword, but useless against me."

Buck toyed with the halberd in his hand, his expression relaxed.

"You've already missed your chance. Next time, I'll pierce through your gray, scraggly head."

The difference in strength was already apparent in their first encounter.

Chaplin, standing nearby, sighed inwardly.

Cultivating blood and qi requires a lot of food, so nobles with abundant resources can naturally achieve twice the result with half the effort.

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