"My lord, Leo Piroga, Your Excellency the Duke."

A guard soldier who walked out of the queue looked to be in his forties, with a beard on his chin, which was quite funny. He saluted respectfully to Thales:

"In your guard, he is a humble and ordinary logistics officer."

"It's an honor to serve you as a sparring partner."

Thales did not answer immediately.

He still stared at Marius suspiciously.

Piloga didn't take it seriously either. He carefully picked a moderate practice sword from the sword stand, tried it on his gloves, and poked the sand to confirm that it was a blunt sword without an edge.

"Sure enough, the prince is the prince. In order to find out the power of the end, he can launch such a big battle..."

Doyle looked at his fellow guards who were standing around, either confused or solemn, and cast an envious look at the stunned prince:

"When I awakened the power of the end, the old knight I served knew nothing about it. He still fucked me until I was exhausted that day, and I lay on the ground groaning..."

"It wasn't until a year later that he realized that his attendants' martial arts skills had greatly improved and they were able to compete with him..."

Glover next to him remained silent, just paying attention to the field.

Doyle was used to the other party's indifference and just sighed silently:

"But fortunately, at least Mallos knew that the prince was still young and only selected people from the back wing - Piloga's skills were average."

Glover stared at Piroga who had completed a simple warm-up on the court and frowned slightly.

Thales took a deep breath and turned to Mallos, who was looking relaxed, while trying to ignore the looks of all the Star Lake Guards:

"We...what should I do?"

Mallos’ smile remained the same:

"Attack, Your Highness, use all your strength - especially the finishing power that you don't understand, whether it arises on its own or in response to the moment."

"That way, we have a chance to understand its species and profile."

"Let us also see your strength - so that we can arrange security in the future."

Give your best?

Thales let out a breath, reluctantly.

Can he refuse?

But the royal guards watching the battle had different eyes, all focused on him.

A long time ago, Black Sword told him that it was best not to use the Sin of Hell River again, as they could not bear the price of death every time.

When he was at the Blade Tooth Camp, Ricky told him to improve the Sin of Hell River, and expected him to reach the height he could and "push open that door."

Who is right and who is wrong?

What secret is hidden behind the crime of Prison River?

The key is……

Would this secret, the secrets of the kingdom, or even the one in the Fuxing Palace be interested?

How does it compare with magic and disaster?

Thinking of Sak'el chasing him, Thales couldn't help but swallow his throat.

No.

Thales made up his mind.

Duke Xinghu raised his head and looked directly at the opponent in front of him.

They can't know.

"Your Highness, there is no need to be restrained," Piroga stood in the training ground early, with the tip of his sword pointed to the ground, as respectful as ever:

"Don't worry about me - this is my job."

Thales nodded expressionlessly.

Can't know.

In front of everyone, the prince grabbed a shield from the weapons rack and tied it tightly to his left arm with a belt.

cannot.

Thales slowly walked to the center of the field.

He glanced at Marius for the last time, who was still unhurried, but his eyes were bright.

"Please attack first." Piroga nodded slightly.

The young man looked solemn.

The surrounding guards also became solemn, and all eyes were focused on the prince alone.

Apart from glamorous appearance and eloquence, this is what many people care more about.

The next second, Thales stepped forward and charged, using his most familiar posture, he struck the first sword towards Piroga.

Piloga took his time, just stepped back, turned his sword, and easily deflected Thales' attack.

But the young man kept walking and swung the shield in his left hand.

Hit Piroga hard!

"At first glance, it looks like a Northerner."

Doyle, who was watching the battle, snorted slightly with disdain:

"More radical than the 'offensive and defensive faction', risking one's life..."

But Glover unexpectedly spoke.

"No."

The burly pioneer officer observed Thales's movements with concentration:

"This is the military swordsmanship of Gubei."

"The current Exeter...is no longer this style."

Doyle froze immediately after being interrupted.

He smiled awkwardly and reluctantly.

Yep, that makes perfect sense.

Northland Military Swordsmanship...

Doyle raised his mouth and stared at the two people in the field angrily:

Can't I see it?

In the field, Thales' shield hit Piroga, making a muffled sound.

But the young man's expression changed.

No collision.

The next second, Piroga held Thales' shield with one hand and rotated to the opposite side of Thales.

Snapped!

Thales' left leg shook!

The prince swung his sword to fight back, but the sword made no sound, and Piroga had already retreated away.

The royal guards made low murmurs.

Thales gritted his teeth and turned around, his left leg staggering a little.

Although the practice sword at Mindis Hall is not sharpened, its balance, center of gravity, quality and weight are no less than those of a real sword.

Even though it was just a brush, the blow Piloga gave him on his left leg still caused him burning pain.

Thales looked at Piloga who nodded politely in surprise and unwillingness.

No.

"The sword flashed, and whoosh, the prince fell to the ground."

"The outcome has been decided."

Glover and several nearby guard members turned their heads strangely.

I saw Doyle on the sidelines lowering his voice and saying seriously and selflessly:

"The prince in the pool of blood was pale, trembling while holding his injured leg and moaning, 'No, I can't lose, the Kingdom of Stars can't live without me'..."

More and more people are coming back, including the junior penalty officer Gray Parson.

His expression was sinister and dissatisfied.

Under their gazes, Doyle's expression froze.
To be continued...