"You're the 'Red Champion' who took on ten opponents single-handedly?"
Hearing this, and seeing the other party's posture, Todd hooked a short axe off the ground with his foot, and mimicking Boyle's tone, raised his head and said to the other party, "Are you here to chat, or to fight?"
The young man's eyes lit up. He jumped down the stone steps with his sword in hand and said with a smile, "I like your personality."
Todd looked the other man up and down and smiled, "I like your weapon."
With both hands tilted at the sword hilt, assuming a balanced stance, the young man said in a deep voice, "If you beat me, it's yours."
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man grabbed the hilt of the sword, thrust the longsword forward, and stabbed it toward Todd's chest.
Moving his feet to dodge the attack, Todd roughly guessed the young man's intentions.
In the end, he was just a scion of some noble family in Ulster who watched that one-against-ten match and couldn't resist coming over to have some fun.
When dealing with these aristocratic young masters, Todd always maintained an attitude of neither offending nor subservient to them.
On the one hand, it's not Todd's style to want to antagonize a powerful person just for the sake of a satisfying slap in the face; but on the other hand, he really can't bring himself to fawn over someone.
Therefore, by pretending to fight seriously and deliberately suppressing his abilities, Todd achieved his goal by narrowly winning.
The two fought for nearly a hundred rounds. In the end, Todd took advantage of his opponent's unsteady grip on the sword and used brute force to knock the weapon away, thus securing victory.
Looking down at his numb hands, the young man muttered to himself thoughtfully, "Father was right. I focused too much on technique training and neglected strength and endurance."
The young man raised his head, showing no anger or displeasure at his defeat, and said frankly, "I lost, the sword is yours."
Walking to where the longsword had fallen, Todd picked up the weapon, examined it closely, and exclaimed, "This is a fine sword."
To everyone's surprise, Todd suddenly tossed the valuable weapon back to the young man: "I'll leave this sword with you for now. Please keep it safe for me."
The latter's surprise remained on his face as he watched Todd's dashing departing figure, and he couldn't help but shout, "My name is Fioch, son of Fergus Mark Roy, the new manager of the arena..."
The latter did not stop at all because of his words, and his figure disappeared at the end of the corner.
An elder emerged from the shadows and walked to Fioch's side, his gaze fixed on the longsword.
The young man respectfully addressed the elder, saying, "Father."
The elder looked into the distance and said softly, "Many rumors are untrue. Boyle may not be the brute people portray him to be..."
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