At this moment, Joels rushed in front of Wales, but just when Joels was about to touch Wales, Wales lightly turned his body to the right!

Joels' body just brushed past Walls, but Walls did not easily avoid Joels' attack.

Just as Walls' entire body tilted to the right, Joels also immediately changed the upper half of his body, and his arms attacked Walls like a blade.

The unprepared Walls was hit by his thin-looking but extremely strong arm.

He was hit on the left side of his forehead and the pain quickly penetrated into his brain.

The attack was not over yet, and Joels, who had stabilized his body, began to swing his wooden sword.

I knew I was invincible.

But things took a turn for the better.

Joels swept the wooden sword horizontally, but Walls took advantage of the force of Joels' attack to fall straight down, thus avoiding Joels' attack.

If one strike doesn’t work, try again.

Joels changed the sweep into a slash and slashed towards Walls diagonally.

"What are you doing, shooting an action movie? Do you want me to ask Jackie Chan to come over and give you some guidance???"

Finally, De La Serre couldn't bear it anymore.

[System prompt: Let's invite Donnie Yen, he's really good at Wing Chun.]

"Why not just use some skill to kill the opponent? Like me, fire! How cool."

【System prompt: How second-rate. 】

Seeing that the sword was about to hit Wals' body, Wals did not choose to dodge. Instead, he took his wooden sword and started to fight Joels head-on.

Joels's swords were blocked by Wals several times, which made Joels furious.

"I will be the winner!" Joels shouted, and he raised the sword in his hand high. The sword seemed to become terrifying and gloomy. He wanted to take Wals' life like the god of death.

"And you are a complete loser." Roaring, Joels swung his strongest sword, a sword that was born out of his anger.

Seeing this, De La Serre was speechless: "You talk too much nonsense. Generally, people who talk too much will be punished."

【System prompt: Hmm... I also think he failed. 】

"He's too impatient." He had already seen that this attack was caused by Joels' anger. The flaw was too big. His anger caused this to no longer be a competition but a battlefield.

The feeling on the battlefield was all too familiar to Iayayar, he had experienced this feeling many times, but he watched the game off the field without any intention of coming out to stop it.

Instead, I was excited about becoming like this.

Iaia was a warlike lord. How could Wals, who had experienced the baptism of the battlefield, be afraid of such a scene? He had already felt such an atmosphere in the battle with the pirate leader Geoffrey.

"Then let's see who is the loser." At this time, Walls already knew what Joels was thinking, but he was not afraid.

As Joels' sword came down, Walls didn't know where the strength came from, and his whole body was like a spring, and he bounced up from the ground.

At the same time he swung out his own sword, which was no less powerful than Joels's.

When the two swords collided, it was like a flying dragon entangled with a tiger, or a raging fire meeting a flood, and the two swords were evenly matched.

"Would you like me to lend you the Wolf King's Sword?"

[System prompt: His rusty sword is a tetanus weapon, better than yours. ]

"Whose system are you anyway?"

【System prompt: I belong to myself. 】

The baron felt annoyed and wondered why he had to deal with such a thing.

At this stalemate, they all stepped back at the same time, but this was only temporary, as Walls took the lead and stabbed Joels with a sword.

Joels dodged Wales' sword by turning his body. At the same time, the wooden sword in his right hand suddenly stabbed at Wales' abdomen like a ghost, but Wales had already kicked out with his left foot before him, and this time he just kicked away Joels' wooden sword.

Jowers knew that his sword could not hit Walls, so he also imitated Walls and kicked out with his right foot. Byron not only taught Jowers swordsmanship.

He also taught Joels some other things, at least he had to use his fists and feet. However, he always carried a sword with him, so he seldom used his fists and feet.

The two of them were using swords and fists to fight. Either you stabbed me with a sword, or I slashed you with a knife. Everyone in the audience burst into exclamations, and even the owner of the arena who had watched many competitions was constantly exclaiming.

Byron, who was standing in the audience, was still worried that Joles' anger would cause him to accidentally beat Walls to death, but he did not expect that this young man could fight his student on equal terms.

Whose swordsmanship master's student is this? He was curious and thought so.

"Of course this is my dear grandson." De La Serre replied with interest.

As for Iayayal, he had seen countless fierce battles. He had seen battles that were more exciting and fiercer than this one. They were all highly skilled warriors on this continent, but now he felt good to be able to see such a battle.

These were just two young men, not established fighters.

Maybe I should recruit them all. Yiaia was about to walk off the field, ask the referee to stop the game, and then recruit the two young men himself.

But just as he was about to walk to the referee, a cry of surprise suddenly came from the court.

What happened? Curious, Yiaia turned his head and saw a young man lying on the ground.

He was eliminated. But the referee who stood there stupidly did not announce the result for a long time until his boss gave him an order.

"Now I declare that the winner of this competition is this one."

The referee ran over, grabbed his hand and raised it high.

"Walsh! Congratulations, it seems that the goddess of luck is favoring you today." The referee shouted loudly to everyone on the field.

"Why not the God of War? I don't rely on luck alone."

Suddenly, cheers broke out in the field. They were lucky enough to witness this exciting game.

Inside the Wocheze Tavern, the group of guys started chatting.

"Boss, you are awesome." Owens said excitedly in the tavern. A pot of wine had been prepared in front of him, which was prepared for Walls.

After winning the game, the remaining opponent knew that he could not beat Walls and admitted defeat.

In this way, including the prize money from the competition and the money from the bet, the total amount was 3,000 dinars. Now Wals could be considered a wealthy man.

At least he no longer had to worry about whether he could eat.

As soon as Owens finished speaking, some other teammates immediately came over excitedly and said words of praise or admiration to Walls.

Not only that, some mercenaries who had watched the game also gathered, including Isa.

Originally, Isa regarded him as an ordinary warrior, but now it seems that he is quite powerful.

He is a target worth winning over. He knows that Iayayar of the Nordic Kingdom has already noticed him, and he must first pull Wals to the camp of the Swadia Kingdom before he recruits Wals.

At this time, Walls was naturally very happy. He knew that his ability had been recognized by people.

Even Wozhi's Goldfinger came out to say a few words. "You have tapped your potential well. If you continue like this, you will soon become a top swordsman. However, don't be complacent, or you will end up like Joels."

"I know, I know myself very well." He took a sip of wine, and at this moment, he saw a ray of bright sunlight coming through the window.

But on the contrary, in a small corner of Wocheze, Joels, with a dejected face, lowered his head and listened to his mentor's teachings. Although there was bright sunshine in the sky, he felt that the sunshine was not shining on him.

He was worried that he would be abandoned by his mentor, that he had failed, and that perhaps no one looked up to him anymore.

From now on, the title of genius will be given to Walls, to the person who defeated him, the winner of the competition.

"No, you're wrong." Byron, who was standing aside and watching his students, seemed to know what Joels was thinking.

"Do you know why you failed?" Byron continued.

"He was just one move faster than me, and that one move made me fail." Joels said without hesitation.

"No, it's not this. Can you think about it again?"

"What?" Joels was confused.

"Did you ever think he would defeat you?"

"No, he is just a nobody. How could I have thought he could defeat me?"

"Everyone has gone from being unknown to becoming famous. You shouldn't underestimate your opponent." Byron said earnestly, "You still have a lot to learn besides swordsmanship."

Joels nodded, and he suddenly knew what his teacher had been trying to tell him.

"Who hasn't failed? This failure is nothing." Byron put his hand on Joels' shoulder.

When Joels heard these words, the gloom in his heart immediately dissipated, and he seemed to get some sunshine.

From then on, a powerful knight who would follow Wals in battle in the future was born at this moment.

In the tavern, a group of mercenaries looked at this group of people curiously. They didn’t know what was going on and why so many people gathered together?

After asking around, they found out that the person surrounded in the middle was the winner of the competition. No wonder this situation happened.