"But doesn't that guy survive by eating feces?"
"How can such a person be worthy of sparring with the guards of His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh?"
Not far away, several Holy Egyptian soldiers were talking.
Although they were far away, when they saw the captain of the guard lead two guards over, take the weapons, and assume a fighting stance, they immediately understood that they were going to have a fight.
Moreover, it was a sparring match between the guards and the man rescued by His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh!
"It's really strange, but why are they sparring?"
The other soldier heard this and just shrugged his shoulders.
"How can mortals like us possibly know what His Majesty the Saint Pharaoh is thinking?"
"Let's take a look first."
In the distance, several soldiers were looking up, while on the other side, Khufu and a guard had already chosen their respective weapons.
The guard picked up a dagger first, but Khufu just picked up a wooden stick from the side.
That's not a weapon.
The guard who picked up the dagger first frowned slightly, then he wanted to put the dagger back and choose to fight the opponent with his bare hands.
Because, in the guard's opinion, Khufu's choice of a wooden stick really underestimated him.
"It's still not too late to change to the real thing now."
"Don't let others think that I'm bullying you."
The guard said, but Khufu just shook his head.
He quickly moved his eyes around his palm a few times, then tapped the ground lightly.
This action alone immediately aroused the captain's interest.
His gaze changed almost immediately.
So the captain of the guard just waved his hand, signaling the guards not to worry about it and just to attack normally.
The two people who were about to spar did not make any unnecessary movements, but immediately assumed fighting stances.
"Please enlighten me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the guard immediately launched a swift attack.
The captain of the guard stood aside with his arms folded, watching and nodded slightly.
This guard used the most standard swordsmanship, and every move was taught by him personally.
Of course, although this swordsmanship still has many imperfections, in the captain of the guard's opinion, it is completely sufficient to deal with this man named Khufu.
You know, this guard is capable of fighting ten people at once, especially after learning the sword technique, his offensive skills have become even more powerful.
At this moment, the guard suddenly launched an attack, and the tip of the sword went straight for the opponent's throat.
Khufu dodged sideways with his clever strength and then gently pushed his stick away.
There was a crisp "ding" sound, and the sword blade slid along the wooden stick, splashing a few sparks on the ground.
"Good luck."
The guard said calmly, and then he immediately made a sweeping move.
Then, he swung his sword wildly and vigorously, with the unique ferocity of a holy Egyptian soldier.
This time, Khufu still did not choose to take the attack head-on, but instead bent his body to avoid it, with the tail of the stick drawing an arc on the sand.
The captain of the guard raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw this scene.
This movement doesn't seem like a wild move, but more like that of a trained soldier.
But he quickly rejected his idea.
After all, the training system of the Holy Egyptian Alliance is considered to be the most advanced one on this continent.
But the guards were unable to capture the city after a long siege and were obviously enraged.
His attack suddenly accelerated, and the sword edge formed a silver net in the air.
The captain of the guard slowly frowned at this time.
Because the guard was too fast and the rhythm was disrupted.
Sure enough, during the seventh move, the guard's center of gravity clearly tilted forward.
Khufu's wooden stick suddenly spit out like a poisonous snake, accurately hitting the numb tendon on the inside of his wrist.
“Dang!”
The dagger fell to the sand with a crisp sound.
The guard was stunned, as if he had not yet fully reacted.
Then he immediately knelt on one knee.
"Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh, Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh!"
"I am ashamed of the cultivation of His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh!"
"I have lost. Please punish me, Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh! No matter what the punishment is, I am willing to accept it!"
His voice trembled, and it was unclear whether it was because of pain or shame.
Lin Ke just smiled and waved his hand slowly.
"It's just a competition, what's the crime?"
"You are all elite warriors of Holy Egypt. You have done nothing wrong."
"If you want to blame someone, blame this hidden Khufu."
Lin Ke turned his head and looked at Khufu, and Khufu also knelt down at this time without any extra movements or sounds.
The captain of the guard kept his gaze on Khufu, as if he was thinking about something.
The second guard came out.
This is a real veteran.
He is not only a loyal warrior to His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh, but also a surviving warrior who has gone through life and death with Lin Ke.
His bronze skin was even covered with scars of varying depths.
The battle axe he chose was twenty percent heavier than the standard one, and there were several notches on the blade that had not been completely smoothed out.
Obviously, this old soldier also realized that Khufu was no ordinary person.
He is going to get serious about it.
The captain of the guard finally showed some interest.
Because this veteran was trained by him personally.
This veteran's fighting talent can be called a genius among geniuses.
"Thank you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the veteran's battle axe chopped down with a sound of wind.
Khufu did not take the blow head-on, but instead used the stick at an angle to divert the force.
There was a muffled sound, and a half-foot deep gully suddenly appeared on the ground.
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