Tonight， You Will Be Mine. 262

Chapter 262 – 26. Only the Strong Survive (2)

The scattered hemorrhage made me dizzy. Unable to control his severed forearm and the blood gushing out like a fountain, Guillaume finally fell forward. Hugo Henry, who was next in line, rolled his eyes at the sight. The royal guards quickly approached and quickly stopped the bleeding and carried him away on a stretcher, immediately stomping out.

“You cheeky bastard!”

It was a duel on the second line. He exclaimed, enraged by the slander of his comrade who had saved his life several times on the battlefield. He swung his heavy mace and charged like a chariot, breaking Max’s sword like a window.

“Hugo Henry of the frozen land stands before you! Try acting like that on me!”

“Kuh, what an ignorant guy… !”

“What that sword cut off is your life, not my best friend’s arm!”

The appearance of a gigantic man covered in muscularity with a ferocious bald head gave a sense of intimidation. Max, who had exhausted his stamina considerably due to the fierce battle with Guillaume, picked up a few fragments of his weapon and threw it away.

“Where, small tricks don’t work!”

Hugo turned his mace once more. A heavy lump of iron rotated in the giant’s grip, creating powerful wind pressure. Sharp and sharp blade fragments fell like fallen leaves and drove the opponent who was trying to buy time at once.

Boom!

The forged iron, which could not be reached due to the difference of a few feet, made a huge hole in the ground. It was such an assault that even a bone would not be able to be extracted if the body was beaten. Appalled, Max quickly rolled back to gain some distance from him. Like a chariot, overwhelming physical strength was not something that could be countered with poor defense.

“Ha, now I get it! That stupid bastard didn’t feel the need to train his strength because he always fought alongside you! It would have been enough if you were ignorant and killed me while I was baiting you with my skills!”

“Call Guillaume by name! Is it a waste of a name to be called a loser?”

“I know that you are close to each other with affection, but if you force your personality on others, it will be bitter.”

Quickly devising the next strategy, Max boldly launched a provocation. It was a ploy to distract his opponent’s judgment with his arrogance. I thought that if it was a weapon, I would be able to pick up the curved sword dropped by the enemy in the first line and use it.

“A pierced mouth!”

“No.”

“I won’t kill you!”

It took about ten steps in a slightly oblique straight line, but it was never easy to approach while avoiding the violent mace. Rolling on the floor several times, holding a handful of sand, he ran forward. His Yuugo held the chains in his two hands short and wrapped them around him.

And the moment you want to be within range, right in the face!

“I got caught!”

Sesa flew like dust. Belatedly, Yugo, who closed his eyes tightly, became temporarily defenseless. Even so, Max carefully confirmed that his opponent was slowing down before committing himself to pick up the curved sword.

“You fool, it’s you who got caught.”

“What… !”

“It’s Guillaume’s revenge!”

The mace, which was drawing a trajectory nearby, suddenly started drawing a large circle. The chain stretched like a rubber band and flew furiously toward the pre-determined area. Since he closed his eyes, he thought it would be difficult to hit me. And squashed it.

“Cuck!”

Max ran away, coughing up blood. His collarbone and ribs seemed to be broken. Seeing how difficult it was to even breathe, it was a serious injury that needed urgent treatment. It was a blunt weapon that a man with the same build as Hugo wielded with all his might, so it was rather fortunate that he did not die instantly.

“Was it all acting? …”

“Of course, contrary to appearances, I’m surprisingly brainy.”

He let out a snort and opened his sand-scorched eyes. With red bloodshot eyes, he brainwashed the strewn opponent. In front of everyone’s eyes, brutally as if to hear it.

“I meant to break your weapon so that you could pick up that curved sword in the first place.”

“Damn it…”

“Unlike my brave friend, I don’t deserve any punishment for your defeat. Besides, I’m not a man obsessed with low-key revenge. So, please accept your defeat and step off the stage.”

The stern giant’s voice deterred the losers. Max nodded his head with a bitter smile. Then, the court baek, who was in charge of the referee and carefully observed the whereabouts of the duel, declared that the northern camp had won.

The first line is a victory for the East, the second line is a victory for the North.

The fiercer-than-expected duel enthralled the riotous crowd. Some people shuddered to infer the origin of Max while thinking about the introduction of Somerset. Someone else also questioned whether Dongbu, who had been quiet for so long, was actually hiding sharp fangs.

“Was the duel trial originally this rough?”

“It seems like enemies are fighting each other. Many will die like this.”

“Rather than that, if it’s Somerset, it’s that famous swordsmen’s union!”

“Rumor has it that Arnaud LeBlanc has some kind of ambition, but seeing as he gathered those rugged northern border warriors and close-minded people, it might be true.”

To the uninitiated, today’s event is nothing more than a spectacle. However, it was a battle in which a lot depended on the nobles and the heads of the two camps who were involved in various interests, so Rom and Arno looked ahead with a slightly calm expression.

‘As in the past, the military power of the north is still the same.’

‘This is fierce, but the eastern level is more than I thought.’

‘A low-ranking knight competes half-and-half with the elite of the Somerset Swordsman’s Guild, la…’

‘Moreover, the other side keeps trying to cause intentional bloodshed. Even if I win the duel before it’s my turn, the damage won’t be trivial. It doesn’t seem like they’re aiming for an exhibition effect, so are you considering overturning everything if things get difficult?’

At the end of a sharp insight and quick head turn.

‘Kenna’s decision was right. Once Gerard Lemoyn is revived, the resurrection of Alexandre Dior is a foregone conclusion. If he, who can train a large number of knights like that, rallies the Northern Army, we will have no more chance.’

‘In some cases, I’ll have to keep in mind the slaughter battle. But that is far from the purpose of my holding this trial…’

‘I can assure you, now is the time to aim for the task.’

‘Even if it’s a bit daunting, I’d rather go out on my own.’

The two sides revised the plans they had made in advance moment by moment. It was like that even though we were just about to get a second player from each other. It was because such a meticulous response was the only solution in such a melee.

‘Is it Chester’s turn?’

‘Please don’t overdo it. It’s all useless if you die…’

‘I’m sorry, but we’ll go ahead in scoring again.’

So it was the third line. As usual, the royal guards carried the injured on stretchers. At the same time, a second player appeared on the Eastern side. He carried the same sword as the vanguard and wore plate armor of a slightly different color, so it seemed like he was a clone of something.

“Should we introduce ourselves before the fight?”

“Chester Somerset.”

“Hugo Henri, then take care of me.”

There is no rest before the Great War. After the dry voice over, the two started preparing to collide with their respective powers. Hugo gathered the centrifugal force of the mace and aimed for a blow, and Chester took a stance as if to counterattack.

“If you just stare at me like that, you’ll die in one shot.”

“It’s none of your business.”

“The counterattack will be difficult.”

“Are you here to play? Stop whining and attack.”

“… I will do whatever you want!”

A piece of metal that shook the wind flew straight toward an unequal enemy. Hugo, who thought it must be because his opponent also had a corner to believe in his own way, suddenly felt a cool sensation on the nape of his neck and hurriedly put down the handle of his mace.

Fit!

A long thread-like wound appeared on the giant’s thick neck. Blood dripped and then quickly gushed out again. It looked like something like a carotid artery had ruptured. Confused, he closed the wound and attempted to stop the bleeding.

“How?”

“Sorry. If I had been as skilled as your friend, I would have noticed this level of deception right away.”

Chester sighed and swung in the air. It was with a hand that was not holding a sword.

“Do you understand?”

“Intangible sword… !”

It was, to be exact, slightly less than that. It was like Guillaume making a short blade with a chi and throwing it like a javelin, just as Guillaume had made a clumsy lightning bolt dwell on his blade.

“You must have heard of it since you are definitely a knight who does the job for one person. Originally, the intangible sword starts with putting a sword on top of the sword.”

“But, how do you memorize it…”

“My teacher is a great man.”

Hooked! The Somerset knight who had won the victory continued his words by driving his sword into the ground.

“You took care of me and took care of me, who had no special talent other than this. It’s a skill that’s more useful as an assassin than as a swordsman, and that’s why I’ve lived a life far from honor, but I don’t regret it.”

It was to gently persuade the giant, who was still thinking of attacking me with a look of fighting spirit.

“You are definitely stronger than me. Had we fought head-on, I probably wouldn’t have had a chance. As a knight, I know that trickery like this isn’t such a great virtue. However, if it is to protect the one who is dear to me, we can commit even more despicable things.”

“Oh, what a great loyalty…”

“It holds up pretty well, but since I cut a vital part, my life will be in danger if I don’t treat it quickly. Hopefully, just like Max did, he will readily admit defeat and put the third player in front of me.”

After biting his lip to the point of blood, Yugo let go of his anger and turned around. He admitted defeat by carefully wrapping his hands around the nape of his neck.

Even so, he shook off the guards who approached to support me, perhaps with the last bit of pride, and shouted as he squeezed out of the arena.

“The guy behind me will never be easy… !”

“I am determined.”

Chester grinned. As soon as the giant who had been beaten by me went back to his comrades, he watched as he fell like a giant tree and focused his attention on his next opponent. He was younger than the previous two, and he was an impressive man with an expression full of composure and a calm atmosphere.

Fabian Dupuy!

The northern knight, who is usually known for his outspoken personality, maintained a calm mood without a single wave, like a calm sleep. I feel anger and vengeance for the fact that the two colleagues who came before me were defeated, but I did not want to be swayed by such feelings and go wrong with my work.

‘I’m not compatible with a guy like that.’

Chester of Somerset is a swordsman who is good at blitzkrieg. His true value shines mainly when dealing with enemies who are single-minded in attack or neglectful in defense. Moreover, since surprise guarantees an easy victory, it is difficult to use it repeatedly.

Who, other than an idiot, would fall for the same trick?

“Chester Somerset asks for your name.”

“Frozen land, Dupuy’s Fabian.”

“I was thinking of making a small suggestion to you.”

Fabian moved his head as if to say something.

“Let’s fight this duel until one of us dies.”

Then, immediately, his composure broke, and he grimaced. If it was a provocation, it was because he was that low. The problem is that Chester’s remarks came from the heart.

“You will lose.”

“Would you believe me if I said it knowing that?”

“It’s a great resolution.”

It was literally. With his arm cut off, his carotid artery slashed, and his collarbone and ribs crushed, fighting until the first fatality was not a suggestion that one could usually bring to mind.

Even more so if the difference in skills is considerable, like now.

“Come, then.”

“It won’t be easy! It’s my plan to bring out at least the baron!”

Fabian snorted, but instead of saying nothing, he drew his sword. He shook his head as he finished preparing to counter the reckless stone of the enemy who was holding both a well-forged real sword and a more menacing intangible sword with both hands.

“For the North.”

“For the East!”

Leaving behind the cries of the courtier who ordered drums and trumpets to sound without missing the moment.

“Fourth Line, Fabian Dupuy vs. Chester Somerset!”

Ferociously, violently.

“Opening!”