Chapter 325: Rand's fists conquer the world, his sword sweeps the world
When Rand arrived at the White King's capital, he encountered many malicious looks, and both Ellie and the White King reminded him that someone might challenge him because he wanted to marry Prince Ellie.
But since he hadn't yet reached the point where everyone was calling for his death and rotten vegetable leaves were thrown at him when he walked on the street, Rand felt that he might not be that unpopular.
It was not until he saw the hostile eyes of the challengers and the packed viewing stands in the arena that Rand realized that this might not be the case.
It seems like Ellie is too popular here, which makes him very, very unpopular here.
The current situation actually involves problems between Rand and Ellie.
On the way back to the mansion from the palace, Rand couldn't help but feel Ellie's soft palms and nascent breasts in the carriage.
At this time, another group of young nobles from the White Country came to challenge.
Rand was originally too lazy to pay attention to these low-level opponents.
But Ellie's movements were so malicious that Rand couldn't help but make a sound.
...was taken as a challenge.
Then more and more people came to apply to challenge the White King.
Originally, the White King intended to conduct a secret duel to give some face to these young men who tried to challenge Rand.
These young men also respected the White King very much, so they did not reveal the details of the duel.
But now too many people have come to apply to challenge Rand.
It became like this.
At this time, the martial arts arena was packed with people, and the viewing platform was full of people.
The atmosphere of the competition was very lively.
Rand also sat on the viewing platform.
Because there are so many people who want to challenge Rand, these people must first be selected and a few strong ones must be picked out as representatives to challenge Rand.
Otherwise there are too many people and I don’t know how long the fight will end.
So Rand sat next to the White King and Ellie, and watched with them as the noble youths in the audience dueled each other to challenge him.
In a sense, Rand was so stunningly beautiful that she captured the hearts of all the young nobles in the royal city.
…
This was already the last match in the martial arts arena.
In the end, four people will be qualified to challenge Rand, and the result of this game will determine who will get the last spot.
There was thunderous applause on the viewing stage and people were fighting back and forth in the martial arts arena.
Soon, the final winner was emerged.
He is a tall young man, the third son of the Snow Bear Family, one of the three major ducal families in the White Country.
The defeated man said to the young man somewhat unwillingly and discouragedly: "Here is the chance for you to humiliate Rand."
The young man said arrogantly: "You are not only weak, but also stupid!"
The defeated young man was angry, but he didn't have the strength to get up and fight again, so he could only glare at the tall young man.
"We can't humiliate that foreign pretty boy too much. If we beat him up, what will happen to the king's reputation? We just need to make Lady Ellie realize that pretty boys are useless except for their good looks."
Both the winner and loser of this final battle believed that defeating Rand was easy.
After all, Rand looks very young. No matter how strong he is, he is just an elite professional.
They are also elite professionals who regularly train in martial arts, so it is obvious that they will win.
That pretty boy, is he worthy of marrying the pearl of the White Kingdom, Prince Ellie? Is he worthy? At this time, when all the winners have been selected, Rand stood up.
Ellie half-knelt on the seat to help Rand straighten his collar, check the fit of the armor, and finally help Rand put on his cloak.
The White King on the side also took a quick look and confirmed that there was no problem.
Rand walked down from the viewing platform and onto the martial arts field.
Light rain, light breeze.
Rand stood with his sword.
The surrounding hills and plains were filled with citizens of the White Country cheering for his enemy.
Except for Ellie, and the White King.
At present, these two may be the only ones who are optimistic about Rand.
Rand's military capabilities are known to everyone, but there are no rumors about his personal strength.
Judging from his age, Rand looks very young, and it is already a genius for him to become an elite-level professional.
Nearly four years have passed since Rand traveled through time, but there is no trace of time left on his face.
The tall young man was the last one to be selected, but he was also the first to challenge Rand.
"It's too late to beg for mercy. I will let Ellie see your true face." The tall young man opposite said very elegantly, "But I will save some face for you, for the king's sake."
The sticky autumn rain stuck to people's clothes, making them a little slippery. Water droplets hung between Rand's eyebrows, but did not affect his vision much.
Rand actually brought the power armor with him, but he didn't pull it out to the arena. He felt that there was no need to use such a weapon against these people.
Moreover, the power armor is hot and stuffy inside. The original craftsmanship is too crude, there is no ventilation system, and it is extremely heavy.
Rand came with only a greatsword.
The protective gear he was wearing was quite advanced. The White King had given him some armor from the royal collection, all of which were advanced equipment mixed with magic metals.
The White King believed that Rand could easily defeat these young men, but he was still a little worried that Rand would get hurt, so he was very partial to Rand and arranged extremely advanced equipment for him.
The young man opposite Rand was ready to take action.
The young noble was unhappy with Rand's attitude of being a master.
The tall, brown-haired noble young man looked at Ellie, who was sitting quietly and elegantly beside the White King on the podium.
After not seeing her for a few years, Ellie has become more beautiful. Although she is still a bit immature, she has already exuded a mature aura.
Even when Ellie was still studying at the University of the White Kingdom, this young man had only seen Ellie from a distance and had never succeeded in striking up a conversation with her.
He swung the sword in his hand, assuming a posture that he thought was perfect for both offense and defense.
Trying to show off his bravery and handsomeness.
If he could defeat Rand, maybe Lady Ellie would come to her senses and give up this foreign black-haired man.
There is also the possibility that he will fall in love with me.
In fact, Olenna is quite popular among the noble youths in the White Kingdom’s capital, but they haven’t seen Olenna for a long time.
I don’t know what mission the White King has sent me to do.
Rand was getting tired of waiting.
The young man opposite is an elite-level professional.
Elite professionals are not weaklings.
It is people like Rand, who have seen so many senior and top-level professionals, that they think elite professionals are mediocre.
Elite-level professionals are the destination that most adventurers in this world can reach in their lifetime.
Rand is also an "elite professional".
After the tall noble young man finished his gesture, he saw that Rand was still standing with his sword in boredom, and said with a smile: "Eri will soon see your weakness. Aren't you afraid?"
Rand had no interest in engaging in trash talk with him; doing so felt like a waste of time.
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The tall young man raised his foot and suddenly accelerated, charging with his sword raised.
Rand pushed the greatsword down, pressing the blade into the ground, and then released the hilt.
The giant sword was stuck vertically in the ground.
Rand dodged the thrust and raised his knee to strike the tall young man in the stomach.
The tall young man's face suddenly turned purple and blue. Such a terrifying force made him feel like he was hit by a troll.
Rand kneed and then pulled his foot back and threw a punch.
Rand's punch was deliberately delayed by half a beat. He waited until the young man tried his best to hold his head with his arms in a defensive posture before he punched the young man's shoulder.
Rand promised the White King not to use too much force, so he retained some strength.
But such force is too great for a young man who has never seen the world.
The surging force knocked the young man several meters away.
The young man fell heavily to the ground, foaming at the mouth and his body twitching. He would definitely not be able to get up again.
Rand returned to his greatsword and stood with his hand on it.
It feels good to pretend to be an expert.
Before the young man attacked, cheers rang out from the entire viewing platform.
Only Ellie and the White King watched quietly.
After Rand made his move, the place became completely silent.
Ellie wanted to applaud, but she was a prince now and had to be respectful.
The White King blinked his long eyelashes and ordered the noble young man, who was foaming at the mouth, to be dragged away for treatment.
Everyone realized that this young man, who looked just slightly muscular and well-proportioned overall, did not seem to be weak.
The next one to appear was the only senior professional among the four young men who were qualified to challenge Rand.
He was actually married, in his late thirties, almost forty.
But his wife also supported him to come and teach Rand a lesson.
Prince Ellie is not only liked by men in the White Kingdom.
"Show us all your abilities." The young and middle-aged senior professional crossed his arms across his chest.
Rand sneered. If he activated the Desire Sharing Technique, the opponent would know how powerful he was.
But it's not necessary yet.
Rand swung his greatsword.
The raindrops stuck to the giant sword and surged.
Like waves.
Several high-ranking officials in the hideout felt that Rand had a good talent for using heavy weapons.
Although Rand prefers the cheating tactic of holding a large shield and a spear.
But what he practiced more was the greatsword.
Rand has been training for a long time to meet the challenge, but it's a pity that the level of these young people is not up to par.
The huge sword was swung like a tidal wave.
For this middle-aged man, the moment he finished speaking, his expression changed drastically, almost instantly.
The sword moves are unavoidable and there is no way to dodge them.
But as for blocking, that is even more impossible.
Just when this middle-aged and young man began to recall his life and apologize to his wife and children.
The huge sword hovered at his neck.
The chop turned into a slap, knocking it away.
I guess he'll be covered in bruises, but at least he won't die.
The young man didn't actually faint, but he closed his eyes out of shame and pretended to faint.
The scene became even quieter.
Rand looked up at the audience.
Rand looked at an area, and the audience in that area lowered their heads.
In the cold autumn rain, no one dared to look Rand in the eye.
Rand rubbed his rain-stained hair, put down his giant sword and left the training ground.
When Rand turned his back, faint applause broke out from the viewing platform.
Then they became more and more, and louder and louder, until they became like thunder.
Rand suddenly felt that the citizens of the White Country were not bad.
(End of this chapter)