Even the Fallen Starman suffered the consequences of his sword without any precautions, leaving scars on his face.

As for Piloga…

He couldn't get out of the way.

Even more unstoppable.

In the desire and roar of the Hell River Sin, Thales's sword and Piroga's sword touched lightly in the air, and sparks were rubbed out on the rough surface of the practice sword.

There was even more majestic strength.

Thales' eyes cooled down and he watched as his sword edge slipped past Piroga's block and went straight to his chest.

Sorry, logistics officer.

Thales thought coldly: You have to take a few days off.

one strike.

Conquer the enemy.

boom!

The loud sound of the weapons colliding spread and shook the entire courtyard!

It was as if even the air was affected.

Many royal guards' eyelids trembled and they instinctively retreated.

Time finally returned to normal.

thump!

There was a muffled sound.

Thales flew sideways and rearward.

His back fell heavily to the ground, and his whole body rolled backwards several times.

"--groove!" Doyle finally shouted his poor second syllable, with a shocked expression still on his face.

He put down his arms, blinked, and looked into the field.

Next to Doyle, Glover remained motionless, just staring closely at Thales' shield.

Amidst the numbness and soreness of his muscles, the prince took a hard breath and raised the shield in his left hand tremblingly.

At some point, the shield cracked:

With a pit the size of a sword tip as the center, the surrounding area is full of cracks.

At this moment, Thales's mind went blank.

how……

He looked up blankly.

Piloga was seen standing on the opposite side unscathed, with a comfortable posture and smooth movements to retract his long sword.

In mid-air, the prince's weapon, the practice sword that had made terrifying attacks, spun several times in the air.

Finally fell down helplessly.

Diagonally inserted into the sand at his feet.

like a statue.

Return to silence.

"Wow……"

The royal guards made an uproar and made a loud noise.

"I'm very sorry, Your Highness," Piroga put away his sword and tried his best to suppress his panic. He quickly came up to help him and apologized anxiously:

"I made a mistake."

"Are you injured anywhere..."

At this moment.

"Logistics officer, Leo Piloga."

The voice sounded plain and indifferent, but it had a bit of a chilling tone.

Piloga was about to help Thales, who froze in place.

The voice of Marius, the watchman of the royal guard, sounded clearly in the crowd.

"As a royal guard, even if peace lasts for a long time, even if you are just a sparring partner..."

Mallos still crossed his arms and glanced at Piroga.

"Your skills..."

Mallos didn't even look at Thales, who was lying on the ground in a miserable state and gasping for breath. He just stared coldly at Piloga, who was full of shame:

"It has also regressed too much."

The words are harsh and the tone is cold.

The royal guards all fell silent.

Piloga was slightly startled and looked ashamed.

He looked nervously at the prince and then at the superior, hesitating to speak and at a loss.

Thales was still lying on the ground, breathing in a daze.

how come……

how……

The crime of the prison river...

I have obviously already, already...

How come...

He felt his left arm gradually recovering from numbness, and felt the gazes quietly coming from all around him, with mixed feelings in his heart.

The entire training ground fell silent.

The royal guards exchanged glances with each other, and there were whispers from time to time.

Doyle pulled Glover's sleeve, but the latter seemed lost in thought and showed no reaction.

"As for you, Your Highness Thales."

Mallos spoke again.

The royal guards fell silent, and Piroga stopped trying to help the prince.

The watchman slowly turned around and looked at Thales on the ground lightly.

"After seeing your performance, I believe you already know what the power of termination is."

Mallos chuckled, with contempt in his eyes: "But fighting?"

"It's far more than the power of ending."

The next second, the watchman turned around without looking at the noble prince.

"Okay, everyone, the performance is over."

Mallos stepped forward and said lightly:

"Disband."

Looking at the back of Marius, the royal guards looked at me and I looked at you.

After a few seconds, dozens of people dispersed.

"Do you see what the prince's final power is?"

Doyle secretly glanced at Thales, who was on the ground with a gloomy expression and was panting in a daze. He felt sorry for the poor prince for a second, then turned around and said, "I didn't see it anyway. I felt too weak..."

"No," Glover frowned:

"It's not weak..."

"Hey, zombie, how many times has it happened that you can't agree with me once..."

At this moment, a particularly different, weak but hoarse voice sounded.

"Wait a moment."

The scattered royal guards all fell silent and turned around.

In the center of the training ground, I saw the embarrassed young man holding on to the sand, staggering but resolutely getting up.

Mallos' footsteps stopped.

"He just... hit me..." The boy lowered his head, raised his left arm tremblingly, and tried his best to breathe to relieve the chest tightness:
To be continued...