"I see, your skills are not very good," the black-clothed killer said in a slightly sharp tone, "but your intuitive judgment, including your dodge skills, are very good, and you are very suitable for being a commander."

The next second, Luosang changed his tone and the sword wind roared!

"Sit in the rear, protect yourself, and then let others die!"

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Mallos had no choice but to attack him head-on!

"clang!"

There was a sharp sound, and the watchman knelt down on one knee, holding his long sword above his head, resisting Luosang's vertical slash.

Lausanne took the upper position, and his broken sword suppressed Marius' weapon. Combined with the weight, Marius was suppressed until he was trembling and unable to move.

"You know, letting others die," Mallos insisted, speaking with difficulty, "is much harder than letting yourself die."

"That's right," Luosang sneered, "Anyone who wants others to die will think so."

During the wrestling, the two swords deformed slightly and groaned.

Mallos gritted his teeth and watched the sword edge slowly approaching before his eyes, but suddenly smiled.

"You were right just now. My former watchman was extremely skilled in martial arts and was unmatched by anyone in the world."

He panted hard:

"But no matter how powerful your martial arts is, it can't save him."

I saw Mallos's eyes stern:

"Or you."

The next second, the finishing power that had been building up in his body suddenly collapsed.

I saw Mallos letting go of the hilt of his sword, turning around, and dodging Lausanne's fatal blow from above!

"laugh!"

With a muffled sound, Luosang's sword cut into the ground.

But the black-clothed killer's eyes tightened: he saw Mallos duck to the side, his hands flashed with silver light, and he wiped towards Lausanne II's throat.

Lausanne II's heart sank, and he raised his head, barely avoiding Mallos's shining silver hands!

Whoosh!

There was a muffled sound, and Mallos wiped his hands, bringing out a trace of blood.

Lausanne II groaned and retreated very quickly.

But Mallos chased after him, following Lausanne like a shadow, refusing to allow him to distance himself. The two of them were so close that there was no way to avoid him!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

After three consecutive muffled sounds of clothes and even flesh being torn apart, Lausanne II roared angrily, raised his long arms, and the two figures finally separated!

Mallos was "pulled" off his body like a sticker and fell to the ground with a plop.

At the end of this round, silence returned to the field.

"Close wrestling skills on the grassland," Mallos coughed painfully and stood up from the ground, "it seems that you are good at more than just swordsmanship."

Opposite him, Lausanne II described himself as embarrassed - he handed the sword to his left hand, raised his right hand full of blood, and looked at the countless wounds from his shoulder to his forearm in disbelief, one of which almost touched the vital parts of his chest.

The black-clothed killer put down his arm and looked at Mallos:

The watchman held two strange daggers in his hands. One had a weird curvature and a hooked blade, while the other had smooth lines but serrated edges.

At this moment, the two ominous daggers were covered with drops of blood.

"I see, the nonsense you just said, including your poor swordsmanship, are just decorations to deceive others. What you are really good at is this pair of short-sighted soldiers." Lausanne II came to his senses, "The prince's dagger, including his flying knife trick

, all taught by you?”

Mallos sighed, feeling the weakness in his body.

pity.

It's obviously very close.

"I don't have that qualification or honor." The watchman turned his palms, vibrated the two daggers in the air, shook off the blood, and magically disappeared. "As a shining star, he should play less tricks and learn by the rules.

Emperor Feng's swordsmanship is good."

Lausanne II was silent for a while. He stared closely at Marius's hands and his eyes moved slightly.

"These two daggers... one hook and one slash, one forward and one reverse, when the two blades meet, there will be blood," Lausanne II hummed a proverb, and his tone changed, "You are from the Marius family.

?”

Mallos frowned.

"Old Joaquin has an old acquaintance."

Luosang snorted softly, answering the question in his mind:

“During the imperial era, many knights would carry daggers as secondary weapons, but only the Mariudios family, the hereditary royal torturers—or, in other words, the Marius family that has been passed down to today—mainly used daggers for close combat.

The practice of martial arts is better than sword shooting, which can be called the heresy of imperial martial arts."

Mallos' expression changed.

As expected, this black-clad killer has extensive knowledge and can be called a master of martial arts.

Luosang tutted:

"But I heard from Turnbull that this family was linked to the rebels and was taken advantage of during the Year of Blood - what, are you a fish that slipped through the net?"

At that moment, Mallos remained motionless.

Lausanne II did not rush him. He did not even pay attention to the terrible wounds on his hands, but stared at Marius wholeheartedly.

"I lied."

After a while, Mallos spoke softly.

"Concerning your details, Banner Wing didn't find out much about you," the watchman slowly raised his head, the emotion in his eyes hard to discern, "not as many as the watchman's records."

Lausanne II's eyes changed slightly.

"That's right, Master Joaquin has accepted attendants nine times - but on the eighth time, he accepted two attendants at once, including Joao Aknet," Mallos said with a dull expression and didn't care.

"But for another servant who came from a humble background, for some reason, his name and deeds have long been taboo."

Lausanne II tightened his grip on the sword, and his blood flowed through the hilt and down the blade.

"Joe Boyer."

Mallos spoke softly:

"Or should I say, Squire Boyer?"

Snapped!

Another firework exploded.

Joe Boyer.

Lausanne II stood frozen on the spot.

That name has been forgotten for a long time.

"My name is, Lausanne." He said subconsciously.

Mallos smiled.

"More than thirty years ago, at the 'Selected General' of the Emerald Celebration, you stole through the armor of Aknight's attendant and made it to the finals, only to be defeated by the 'Light-Tracing Sword' who returned from the Terminator Tower - all the way

Prince Horace, who swept through all the powerful forces and finally won the championship."

The choice will be.

The Sword of Light.

Lausanne II trembled slightly.

"Although you are an imposter, you achieved great results in your first appearance, and you are a student of Master Joaquin. You should have become famous at a young age," Mallos continued, his voice calm, "However, not long after, you committed the crime

It was a huge mistake that caused the king's eldest son, Midir, to fall from his horse and be seriously injured."

The eldest son of the king.

Lausanne II was in a daze for a moment.

But just a few seconds later, he sneered lightly.

"Falled from horse, seriously injured?"

The face of the black-clad killer is hidden behind a mask:

"What else do you know?"

Mallos narrowed his eyes.

"The eldest son of the King is in a deep coma, lying in bed and dying," the watchman said in a dark tone, "but Queen Natalie, who was pregnant and loved her son so much, unfortunately gave birth prematurely due to fear, and died of injuries and illness."
To be continued...