A tense duel unfolded in the hall. Some people looked expectant, some gloated, and some whispered to each other, with all kinds of expressions on their faces.

"drink!"

Inside the arena, Jihasen struck first. He drew a sharp saber, kicked his foot, and swiftly approached his opponent like a snake. The flash of the saber danced like a phantom to the eyes of ordinary people, slashing with a sharp cold light.

On the other side, Fimbul was a little flustered and was hit by the sword several times. Fortunately, his precious armor prevented him from falling to the ground seriously injured immediately. He was only left with a few narrow scratches with sparks flashing.

Watching the two men moving around and then fighting each other, the nobles in the hall were like spectators at the Colosseum, excitedly shouting the names of both sides.

"Go on, Fimbul, kill him!"

"He can't cut through your armor, coward!"

"Stab him in the face and make him afraid to see people again, Jihasen."

Compared to the two people in the field, the people around them were even more fanatical.

Loran Hill, who was sitting outside the hall, watched this scene and shook her head secretly. In her eyes, this duel was like a farce, and the strength of both sides was about the same.

Jihasen has the strength of War Sequence 6, which is obviously stronger than Finbul, who is Nature Sequence 5. It's just that Finbul's luxurious extraordinary equipment allowed him to hold on. Unfortunately, if time drags on, Jihasen will sooner or later find the flaw.

Although in the eyes of the girl, such a duel was just a fight between weaklings and was far inferior to the competition among the major Eastern sects, it was a different story for the audience present. They had not seen such a high-level duel for a long time.

"Both of them are talented juniors I am familiar with. I wonder who Miss Lacey thinks will win." While the girl was lost in thought, Earl Howard on the side started talking.

"I don't know, I can't tell." Loran Hill blinked slightly and said something against his will.

"Haha, it's normal for girls not to understand this. My daughter is the same. She is more concerned about the latest fashion trends. She says fighting and killing are men's things..." Howard shook his wine glass and talked casually about his family.

"Oh, by the way, I don't know where Miss Lacey's hometown is. It must be a beautiful and gentle place that can raise a good child like you." Slowly, in the conversation between Howard and Loran Hill, he seemed to become an elder who cared about her, kind and talkative.

"My hometown is in a remote province in the southern part of the empire. Because my father was busy with the Chamber of Commerce all year round, I lived in a castle in the mountains with my mother when I was a child and had little contact with the outside world." The girl said the identity she had prepared in advance.

"This is not bad. In fact, it is easy to be led astray if you are exposed to various circles in the outside world too early." Earl Howard said while shaking his head slightly, as if he remembered something.

Bang--

Just as the two were talking, a gunshot suddenly rang out in the venue.

In the arena where everyone was watching, Jihasen half-knelt on the ground, clutching his chest, while Fimbul was still holding a smoking luxurious pistol with exquisite carvings on it, which was obviously a fine product customized by a noble.

"mean!"

"This is simply a shame." Many people on the side pointed at Fimbul and cursed angrily.

It turned out that during the duel, Finbul took advantage of Girhassen's inattention and instantly pulled out an alchemical rifle from his arms and fired directly at close range. Caught off guard, Girhassen was shot and fell to the ground.

Facing the accusations and contempt from the other faction, Fimbul was somewhat sullen. He had not originally thought of taking out this customized short-gun magic crystal gun, but seeing that he was being suppressed and was about to lose, he could not help but finally took it out.

Seeing their companions standing there in silence, several companions behind Finbul could not stand still anymore. They walked forward and blocked Finbul's way.

"Who says you can't use muskets in a duel? Guns, like swords, are both weapons. I've never seen a duel without weapons."

"That's right. A duel is like a battlefield. If you have something good to offer, why don't you use it and wait to die after admitting defeat?"

"But this is not fair!" An acquaintance of Jihasen retorted angrily as he slowly helped him up.

"Fair? Ha, what kind of fairness do you want? Are you going to give up my own strengths and use my weaknesses to fight you?"

"Don't feel good about yourself just because you've won a few battles. Your family has only been around for a few years. We've been bleeding and fighting for this country since the founding of the empire."

"Bullshit, can that be called struggle? It's just lying down and sucking blood!" An aristocrat who was born as a low-level military officer could no longer bear it and smashed the cup in his hand to the ground.

"I fought for His Majesty the Emperor, expanded the country's territory, and endured countless life-and-death experiences along the way to achieve everything I have today. Why shouldn't I be more noble than you 'white bread'?"

"White bread" is the name that the newly-minted military nobles privately call the old aristocrats. It means that these people always smear white powder on their faces, have pale faces, are bloated and fat, and are particularly "soft" and lack masculinity.

"Uneducated 'bitch'!" After hearing White Bread's derogatory name, several young men from the old nobles on the other side also became furious and started shouting and cursing. For a while, both sides were talking trash.

"Ahem, everyone, be quiet." Earl Howard finally couldn't help it after seeing this scene. After all, he was the host, and if such a scene were to spread out, it would be the most embarrassing for him.

"Everyone, please maintain the elegance that a gentleman should have." After Howard spoke, the two sides who were about to fight on the court gradually calmed down.

No matter what, the earl's status is noble, and everyone still cares about him and dares not contradict or offend him at this time.

Seeing that the hall had settled down, the Earl clapped his hands again and signaled the musicians to "continue playing."

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