Anthony was so frightened that his heart skipped a beat, but the swordsmanship carefully taught by the swordsmanship teacher seemed to be engraved into his muscle memory, causing him to immediately pull away and sweep the sword across.
But he brushed it off.
"Oh, where are you looking, old man." Kelson's voice came from the side and behind, and before Anthony could turn his head, severe pain fell on his face.
Kelsen did not choose to hit the opponent's chin. Although that could end the fight quickly, he was not here to defeat the opponent, but to defeat him.
The fist blessed by Zhihu beat Anthony until he vomited blood. He was so unbalanced that he fell to the ground. Falling to the ground meant that the duel was over. Kelsen didn't want the duel to end so quickly, so he put his left hand around Anthony's neck and caught him. return.
A fierce knee strike made Anthony feel as if his intestines were being tangled together. The powerful force lifted his feet off the ground, but before he could fall to the ground, the cold hand wrapped around the back of his neck. , lifted him up.
What followed was a feast of severe pain. A storm of fists and kicks fell on him. Anthony had completely lost the consciousness to resist and was just passively beaten. The tragic scene made the noble ladies cover their eyes, and even the men screamed in surprise as they were hit hard again and again.
As a top student in medical school, Kelson hit the areas that caused pain but did not hurt his muscles or bones. Although the butler who was standing next to him as a witness frowned, he strictly abided by the rules and did not stop him.
"Anthony, now your debt is paid off." Kelson used his full strength and used an uppercut to knock Anthony's body flying upwards, ending this one-sided beating and ending the previous one. and his grudges.
If he messes with him again next time, it won't be as simple as getting beaten.
Anthony's hair fell to the ground with messy hair, he rolled his eyes and fainted. The moment he fell to the ground, the family immediately announced the end of the duel.
Kelson took out a handkerchief from his breast pocket, wiped the blood on his hand, then threw it on Anthony's body and walked slowly out of the dance floor.
When the people around him saw him approaching, they instinctively gave him a way. The bloody scene just now was obviously a great shock to these pampered nobles, especially when it was staged at a decent banquet. This was nothing like what they saw in a gladiatorial arena. performance.
Kelsen verified his idea. The strengthening of the body in Buel's Furnace has indeed reached the level of a second-level extraordinary person in the power system. Moreover, with the addition of the furnace, all the combat skills he has ever seen are better. It has become instinctive, even including some boxing techniques from previous lives.
Kelsen found a chair and sat down. He became more and more suspicious that the Book of Idasamius was the burnt black book. The knowledge contained in it could bring powerful power even if it was only superficial.
So, besides Mofna, are there any other pretenders? Are there any thugs among them who are too aggressive?
Before Kelsen could think clearly, the housekeeper came over. Kelsen stood up, thinking that he was here to accuse him of being too cruel, but he was told that Count Melina had invited him.
Under the guidance of the butler, Kelsen quickly met the organizer of the banquet.
When he saw Melina up close, Kelson immediately put away the "chubby" impression he had at first sight. The reason for this wrong impression was that the countess was too tall and she could see through her arms. Strong muscles.
This is the body of a powerful warrior.
"Do you have any grudge against that Anthony?" Melina asked directly.
Kelsen was not in the mood to be conciliatory at this moment: "Yes, it's a 'cordial' little daily life between nobles and commoners. I don't need to say more."
Professor Zangwill, who was next to him, touched his nose awkwardly, cleared his throat and looked away. Director Dana, on the other hand, winked at him, his face full of pride.
Melina laughed even more when she got the answer: "Your speaking style is really the same as your fists. Professor Zangwill, your students are much more interesting than you. I approved that research fund."
Zangwill didn't know whether to thank or not for a moment, but in the end he leaned over and saluted.
"As for you, it was a very exciting duel, which is a rare pleasure I have had in the past year of living in Kongsbod." Melina waved her hand, and the head maid came over from the side carrying a small leather package: "I have already I won’t be going to the battlefield for a long time, so I’ll leave these things for you young people to use.”
Kelsen took the leather bag and opened the buckle. Inside was a short sword as short as an arm. The dagger was made of some kind of dark wood, but it felt like metal when held in the hand. There are interlaced silver lines on the sword's spine, which reflect the paint on the sword's body.
"This... doesn't look cheap." Kelson's throat moved slightly. This thing was more like a work of art than a weapon.
"I don't know, it hasn't passed the estimate. It was captured during the Bei Island War." Melina waved her hand: "If you don't like it, you can sell it for money. I can't use it because it's light and short."
Kelsen also couldn't identify the rare treasures in this world, so he might as well take them back and let Sai or Donik take a look at them. He put away the dagger, bowed and thanked the earl, and then said a few words to his mentor before planning to go back.
After the banquet, there will be some boring social activities. Kelson doesn't think anyone is willing to talk to him now. After all, he has a small reputation. So he planned to leave the banquet early on the grounds of physical discomfort and go to the branch to inquire about the collection of promotion materials.
And when he left the main entrance, a pair of eyes had been fixed on his back, he put down the wine glass in his hand, and followed him quietly.
As early as ten minutes ago, Anthony woke up from a coma. When he saw the servants and guards beside him, he became furious:
"Leo! Go! Go and kill that mud-legged guy for me! Otherwise I will tell my father!"
The servant bowed his head and said nothing, while the guard could only nod in agreement. Although on the surface the young master was just the son of a baron, in fact the powerful earl behind him was extremely powerful. Anthony, let alone asking him to kill someone, even if he lay down and imitated the barking of a dog, he had to accept it.
Leo recalled the opponent's actions in the duel. He seemed to be a second-level warrior transcendent, with weird fists and feet, like those from the East. But he is a third-level warrior class transcendent, and he can still easily defeat a second-level boxing mage.
Kelsen was walking on the road. Someone was plowing the snow in the upper area, and the ground was not too slippery. When he walked two streets away, he found that he was being followed, but he didn't know what the purpose was. Thinking of his conversation with Mevna, Kelsen suspected that someone with knowledge of the Tome of Idasamius was eyeing him.
He suddenly took a detour into the alley. The Tome of Idasamius was now his trump card, and the people who captured it would also feel like him that the fewer people knew about this secret, the better. So Kelsen planned to silence him. Only the dead were no threat to him.
When Ren saw the other person going around into the alley, he couldn't help but feel happy, and followed him into the deep alley where there was no one around.
Kelsen has no intention of holding back. The person who can trace his secret is definitely not an ordinary person. If he wants to survive, he must do his best without any spare time.
The palm of his right hand was slightly cracked, and a black bone broke through the skin.
