People in Terra, governing a weird little country

Doesn't that mean that one Ernst is greater than three Jestons at the beginning and can be on the same level as Saria?

Stop joking. Ernst still has some self-awareness. If he had that kind of fighting ability, the one who went to the Holy Stone for trial should have been the Great Elder.

Just hang him on the mountain and make him into bacon! Such a harsh insult!

Unfortunately, he didn't.

Combat strength is measured by comparison, and Jeston's current combat strength obviously lacks an accurate reference. Jeston, who was originally an enemy in the Lonely Island, and Jeston, who is now doing well in Kjerag, are certainly not comparable.

After all, as the old saying goes, the past is the past, and the present is the present. Ernst can hardly guarantee whether Jeston's strength has reached a new high or has fallen below the lower limit.

He thought for a moment and then instigated, "Jaston, you sound very reasonable. How about I set up a fight for you and you can go up and fight?"

Jeston looked confident and nodded in agreement:

"Lord Ernst, do you doubt my ability? You can rest assured. Don't you see who I am?"

Ernst looked at Cintrea and said, "Well, Cintrea, you have also been a competitive knight. Why don't you and Jeston have a sparring match?"

Xinteleya was stunned. She didn't expect that drinking soda would cause her work to happen. She was too embarrassed to refuse, so she could only purse her lips and nodded.

"If the boss insists, it's not impossible. But I haven't practiced much recently, so I'm afraid I can't pull the bow of a hundred pounds with the same force as before, and shoot the arrow through my hand."

Ernst: “….”

Were you so awesome before?

He looked at Bai Jin's slender, white arms and legs in disbelief, then looked at her sincerely embarrassed face, and finally took a deep breath in shock:

"It's okay."

However, just when the matter was about to be finalized, Zhongyue spoke again:

"Actually, Master Ernst, if you're willing, I'd also like to have a competition with Mr. Jeston."

He really meant it.

Jeston's talking skills were indeed amazing. Although his analysis of the situation on the field could not be considered extremely detailed, it was at least remarkable. This indeed aroused Zhongyue's interest.

In addition, Zhongyue did have high expectations for Sherag's [Martial Arts]. Now that he had encountered such a good opportunity, he was naturally eager to fight.

Facing Zhongyue's proposal, Ernst glanced at Jeston. This time, Jeston's expression became a little more serious.

As a man who is extremely skilled in observing people's expressions and tries to always be in the right situation, Liberi is more or less aware of Zhongyue's power.

After all, he had never seen anyone go out without a secretary, a bodyguard, or even an attractive female companion, but instead brought a military recorder who could dismantle other people's swordsmanship on the white pages of a notebook at whirlwind speed, record every move and compile it into a book.

We usually use two words to describe this kind of person

——Martial arts fanatic!

To be honest, Jeston felt that it was a bit stressful to deal with him.

At least, it is much more stressful than dealing with Xinteleya, who has thin arms and legs and usually stands at the front desk playing with her mobile phone.

But the opponent has already issued a declaration of war, so how can we not accept the challenge?

Jeston was a man who cared a lot about his reputation, especially when dealing with people. He was often undisguised in his arrogance. Although during his time in Kjerag, he had met so many important people who came to visit him that he was arrogant at first and then respectful at last, but that didn't mean he could bear to lose face in such a place.

At this moment, the only option is to fight to the death. How can we surrender?

Having made up his mind, Jeston no longer hesitated and nodded solemnly to Ernst. He then turned to Zhongyue and gave a heartfelt warning to the tall and strong Yan country martial artist:

"We can spar, but just stop when it's enough. I don't want to accidentally hurt you, Mr. Zhongyue."

Such a loud tone?

The military officer in charge was stunned when he heard this. In Yan Country, who would dare to say such words to Grandmaster Zhongyue, the embodiment of Wu in the Great Yan World?

It was always the case that after Master Zhongyue punched him, the man would immediately kneel down and beg him not to die.

He subconsciously wanted to explain and introduce Zhongyue's identity to Jeston, but before he could say anything, Zhongyue stopped him.

The Grand Master shook his head at him, obviously not wanting to mention his identity.

What incarnation of [Wu]? The one he is going to fight now is a foreigner who knows nothing about Yan Country’s martial arts.

If he uses his reputation to pressure others in advance, then what is the difference between him and the Business Association?

Zhongyue straightened his expression, bowed solemnly to Jeston, and responded:

"Of course, according to the rules of the martial arts world, we must stop when we have reached a certain limit. I hope Mr. Jeston will be more tolerant."

Chapter 373 Chongyue: Ernst is a good person. He really helps when something happens.

The result of the match between Candle Knight and Pingxiong Knight was as expected, with Candle Knight winning easily.

On one side was the star knight who had stronger hard power and had the Originium skill as his trump card, while on the other side was the "chosen loser" who had no advantage in any aspect and lacked the will to fight to the death. Even though the odds were already one to one hundred, there was no shocking upset in the end.

The Business Association also has to take care of long-term interests. Even if they really want to arrange one or two big upsets in the special tournament, they won't do it so obviously. It's just like a college exam. You are cheating, and the invigilator knows you are cheating. He is merciful and lets you go, but you can't really ignore him.

To paraphrase my master: "I always turn off the lights!"

Ernst watched the peaceful knight leave the arena in a somewhat desolate manner without a single cheer from the audience. He then turned his head and looked at Xinteleia:

"How is it, are you feeling better?"

Xinteleya was slightly stunned, then nodded, feeling somewhat emotional:

"I didn't expect that guy would have this day."

"Back then, when the Business Federation asked me to let her win and let her get the points from me to advance to the next round of the Special Championship qualifiers, that girl was so happy that she laughed."

Recalling the smug look of the Pingxiong Knight on the field that year, Xinteleya couldn't help but sneer.

She still remembers the scene of that year clearly.

He made mistakes intentionally when he should have easily dodged, missed the target when he should have made a sniper attack, and served as a stepping stone for the younger generation in a game that should have been easily won, thereby adding to the winning record of the newly trained signature knight.

Everything was so frustrating, but the most frustrating thing, the thing that Xinteleya remembered most clearly, was that sentence.

The victorious Knight stood in front of her, pulling himself up after being hit by the back of the axe because of deliberately showing his weakness, with a wild smile on his face and a proud attitude revealed.

Facing her "defeated opponent", she gave chivalrous advice:

"There are too many mistakes, too many flaws, and my skills are too poor. I need to practice more."

"If you can be like me, and put sweat and effort into every move, I think you will be a good opponent."

"Unfortunately, you are not worthy now."

Xinteleya almost couldn't help but punch her Bilian!

Unfortunately, at that time she still had to rely on knight competitions to make a living and had to rely on the business association for her job. She could only be angry at this new knight promoted by big capital.

When I was eighteen that year, I stood on the playing field like a minion.

Now, seeing that the guy also had such a day, Xinteleya felt so happy.

If Ernst hadn't been there, Hinterea would have had a bit of an idol baggage and would have wanted to leave the stage right away, rush backstage, and give her old rival a good slap in the face!

Now I am standing in front of you again, do you think I look like before?

As if he saw what Xinteleya was thinking, Ernst smiled and took the initiative to ask:

"Don't you plan to show off?"

Xinteleya blinked and confirmed with some anticipation:

"May I?"

Ernst nodded.

What's wrong with that? If you don't return to your hometown when you are rich and powerful, it's like walking in the night with embroidered clothes, no one will know it!

Ernst was always very generous to his own people. As long as they didn't violate the principle, or as a certain Quetzalcoatl who didn't want to reveal his name did, causing a huge incident, Ernst didn't mind them doing something that would make him happy.

Ernst never believed in repaying evil with kindness. Ping Xiong Knight won by cheating, which was like playing FPS games with cheats, playing LOL with scripts, and shamelessly mocking opponents. If it were the old Ernst, he would have started the horse hunting operation across the network. What's wrong with Sintelaiya just scolding him?

At worst, Ernst will just not get involved in this matter.

Once asked, it is the personal behavior of government personnel, not my position. If you want to use this to deal with Xinteleya, then this is my people, Kasimir has no right to judge, and is ignorant, then call the head of your Supervisory Council and see what Grand Knight Russell has to say?

Ernst had a thousand ways to make Hinterea feel better, and it wouldn't cause any consequences. It would just be a little trouble.

He could just regard this little bit of trouble as an employee benefit given by his position as a leader, and he would handle it!

After getting Ernst's direct affirmation, Hinterea nodded excitedly. Her legs, which had not run for a long time, burst out with rare sensitivity at this moment. She jumped down the stairs in two steps and ran towards the exit passage.

On the side, Zhong Yue, who witnessed all this, took a deep breath, and then let it out with mixed feelings.

He did not judge whether Ernst's action was right or wrong. Revenge is the way to take revenge, and revenge is the way to take revenge. If he were to judge from his heart, he would support Ernst.

However, when we live in this world, how many times do we have the opportunity to follow our true heart?

To be honest, in just this moment, Zhongyue was indeed a little envious of Xintelaiya.

After all, in Yan State, he was the eldest brother among the Sui Beast agents. Even if his younger brothers and sisters did something wrong, the imperial court would still give him some face because of his meritorious service in guarding the border, but what about himself?

He has reached the end. Above him, whether it is Zuo Xuanliao, the commander of Yumen, or Si Suitai, who directly manages the issue of their Sui Beast agents, which one of them is not sincerely or falsely using the name of "handling official business impartially"?

Even though he is the Grand Tutor, he fought for the opportunity to go abroad, obviously not just to change his environment and relax, but he had his own considerations and some vexing interests.

Who doesn’t want to have a leader who is really capable of taking responsibility?

Ernst is a good person.

Ernst didn't know what was in Zhongyue's mind. Compared to observing the words and expressions of a Yan country's expression management master, he wanted to see a river of blood... No, he wanted to see the battle between Jeston and Zhongyue.

For this reason, Ernst went directly to the office of the arena organizing committee after the show and asked to borrow the venue temporarily.

Unexpectedly, Ernst encountered no resistance. The organizing committee did not even confirm Ernst's identity documents, nor did they ask him for permission from the Supervisory Committee or the Chamber of Commerce.

They even confiscated the rent which Ernst really only paid “for the sake of meaning”.

Because they recognized Ernst.

"It is an honor for our organizing committee that Prime Minister Kjerag can come to the Rose Arena to watch the game. I hope you are satisfied with today's game!"

"Renting the arena? Of course no problem. You mean permission? Why would I bother you to run around for such a small matter?"

"We'll get the permits and stuff ourselves later. There's no need to pay for rent or anything like that."

The head of the organizing committee, a man in a suit with gold-rimmed glasses and dark circles under his eyes, spoke as he looked at Zhongyue and Jeston beside Ernst and clapped his hands:

"Rather, it's a great blessing for us employees to be able to watch the match between the Yan Country team and the Kjerag team in advance. We should pay for the tickets!"

As he said this, he actually reached into his waist bag and took out a stack of Casimir's marks, wanting to hand it to Ernst.

Of course Ernst couldn't accept it.

This is bribery. Although he also accepted the bank card of the Ursus spy, at least he didn't do it in front of outsiders. There are so many people here, and the influence is really not good.

Seeing this, the person in charge did not force him. He just took out another stack of lottery tickets from his wallet and forced them into Ernst's hands:

"Raffle tickets for the special tournament. Before each knight competition begins, you use these to vote for the knight you support. Prime Minister Ernst probably didn't redeem these, so I'll just give them to you. I hope you have fun in Casimir."

"As for the venue, we will prepare it for you right away. Please wait for a moment."

Ernst nodded, and the person in charge slapped his forehead and added,

"I wonder if Mr. Ernst has any special requirements for the competition venue?"

Ernst glanced at Zhongyue, who shook his head. He looked at Jeston again, but Jeston took a step forward and reminded him very knowledgeably:

"Please do not record or videotape this match. Please move the cameras farther away."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Zhongyue with a smile.

Zhongyue smiled suddenly and nodded in agreement.

The person in charge's smile froze slightly, as if his little trick had been discovered. He pushed his glasses awkwardly and said quickly:

"Of course, of course. It's a secret before the match, I understand."

Chapter 374: This punch will turn steel into powder!

Casimir, Rose Arena.

A competition between two amateur knights, hosted by a somewhat famous person in this land named Filin, was being held in a rather desolate manner with few people paying attention.

Jeston is very confident in his own abilities.