The people on the city wall not far away could also see it clearly, especially Safiya, who couldn't help but admire:

"Where did this little man get that good horse? He's really brave! He himself seems to be getting better and better!"

When the horse king Lao Ke heard this, he showed a proud face and said happily: "This is my family's peerless thousand-mile BMW, named Red Blood. I gave it to the baron. He deserves it."

Safiya had just met Ma Wang Lao Ke and had not yet remembered his name. She only felt that the man in front of her had an extremely dark skin, so she said:

"You... I'm sorry I haven't remembered your name yet, but just now when Huang Luo Nier was leaving, she called you Black Bear Spirit, and I think it's very appropriate, and I want to call you that too."

"Well, hahaha, let's just call him Black Bear Demon. I don't mind!" Ma Wang Lao Ke never expected that he would have such a nickname for no reason.

"Okay, Black Bear, please give me one too. I want a better one than De Lassel's Red Blood Horse!" Safiya said, blinking her big eyes.

“This…” It was indeed a bit difficult for the Black Bear Demon Lao Ke. He only had one such good horse, and how could he perform a magic trick to get a second one?

"What is this? If you don't give it to me, I will ride you."

"Hey, why are you so overbearing, woman? Who are you? Why should I give it to you? It's okay to draw Huang Ronnie, after all, she is the vice king, what is your identity?"

"De Lassel usually listens to me, so who do you think I am?" Safiya was a little unhappy when she heard the Black Bear Demon compare the Queen Ronnie to others.

James, the silly doctor standing beside him, saw all of this. He reminded himself secretly:

Never use the current social system of male superiority and female inferiority to look at the women around Baron De La Serre. They are not people to be trifled with. You should keep a low profile in the future.

As for the duel within the encirclement, the two had already fought for more than a dozen rounds, but it was still difficult to determine the winner, as if both sides still had plenty of physical strength.

"I admit that your strength has improved rapidly, De Lacel."

"I also admire your ability to maintain the status quo and not go downhill, Earl Harlan."

"You... before I met you, I really didn't know that a good talker could have such an effect..." Count Harun was so angry that his teeth were itching again.

"Before I met you, I really didn't know that the legendary powerful Count Harlan of the Kingdom of Swadia was such a lowly person who often lost battles."

"TMD...TMD...TMD!" Finally, Count Harlan started swearing.

"Just fight properly if you want to duel. Are you trying to imitate a parrot here?" De Lassel was still unforgiving.

"Kill!!!" Count Harun regretted it. Talking to him was the biggest mistake he had ever made in his life. He should have just picked up the spear and continued stabbing.

After a round of sex, poof, poof, poof, after another fierce cold weapon confrontation, Count Harun was still unable to gain an advantage through long-pole weapons, so he began to change his tactics.

This is no wonder, as Dlasel's red-blooded horse is extremely flexible and can easily dodge the spear's thrusts every time. At the same time, it can also mobilize Dlasel on its back to dodge together, which can be said to be the unity of man and horse.

After experiencing the previous diarrhea incident, they and the horse seemed to have a good understanding and a harmonious relationship.

Moreover, after seeing the little dragon Ryan, the Red Blood Horse believed what the Baron said before, that he really got along with many animals as partners!

He definitely did not regard himself as a superior master. This also made the Red Blood Horse more willing to fight with De La Serre.

Soon, Count Harun threw the steel spear aside and took out the warrior's sword from his waist. Since long-range power-type long-pole killing weapons were ineffective, he could only use swords in close combat to compete in agility.

Seeing that his opponent had not relaxed and did not show any signs of fatigue, the Baron calmed down and continued to respond calmly.

But the Baron didn't know that although Count Harun was not tired at this time, he was already feeling extremely miserable. He couldn't win the argument, and he didn't have any advantage in a fight.

Now all of Count Harun's troops are here, and seeing him in trouble puts him under tremendous psychological pressure.

The more unbalanced his mentality is, the more unstable his abilities will be. This is also a significant shortcoming that Count Harun has had for a long time. He is a typical example of someone who becomes stronger as he becomes weaker, and weaker as he becomes stronger.

This obvious shortcoming was also the key reason why he suffered continuous defeats in the past few days.

As a result, the next few sword swings he made were almost without any rhyme or reason, relying solely on his physical advantages - blistering speed and precise and powerful strikes.

Under the intensive attacks of Count Harun, De Lassel relied on the broad and heavy blade of the Wolf King Sword and the shock-absorbing properties of the Giant Eagle Arm Guard to resist, waiting for an opportunity to counterattack.

Their warhorses were also fighting each other, and the aggressive Red Blood Horse would bite the opponent's horse's neck whenever it got the chance.

Even though the opponent's horse was wearing heavy horse armor, it could not withstand these repeated bites. The armor at the neck had been torn, leaving several tooth marks and blood flowing.

During this time, Count Harlan's warhorse also wanted to fight back and give the opponent some color see see, but the Red Blood Horse was truly the king among horses.

Not only did it dodge easily, it also often let out low growls, as if it was demonstrating, as if it was declaring that it was the strongest horse. The powerful aura this horse exuded was in no way inferior to that of the Baron.

As the fighting went on, the first to be unable to hold on were Count Harun's soldiers and horses.

Due to the wounds and blood on its neck, its movements became slower and slower, and its four hooves began to tremble, and it looked like it was unable to stand.

Just as Count Harlan was preparing for another fierce shield strike, suddenly the two front hooves of his horse went limp, and it staggered to the ground, causing him to lose balance, and the shield strike hit his horse's back.

The horse, which was already half-kneeling, gradually fainted after being hit by the shield...

A golden opportunity was before him. De La Serre looked up to the sky and shouted, "Fire! Fire! Come!!!"

Different from the aura that instantly enveloped his entire body in the past, this time the aura only appeared on his hands. The Baron's control over the power of the dragon clan has now reached perfection.

The aura on his hands was more concentrated and richer than before. Rather than being an aura, it almost formed a ball of red flowing flame visible to the naked eye.

"Bang!" In an instant, this ball of red flowing flame made an explosive sound, shocking all the onlookers.

Then it evolved into a raging red flame that enveloped the Wolf King's sword. It was a fire as red as blood, and no one had ever seen such a sight.

What was even more surprising was that his pupils had also undergone significant changes. Earl Harlan only felt that those eyes vaguely resembled the giant pupils of a dragon, which was frightening and terrifying...

At this time, De La Serre had a blank expression on his face, looking majestic without being angry, as if he was a god descending from heaven, and he looked invincible. He raised the Wolf King's sword with both hands and said coldly: "Surrender or die."

"I... I..." Count Harun was quite depressed. If he surrendered, he would lose many defeats in a row and he would not have any dignity and honor left on this continent.

Seeing the other party's hesitation, De Lassel lost his patience, and slowly swung down the Wolf King's sword, which even made the air seem to burn wherever it went.

Before the Wolf King's sword could strike him, Count Harlan even realized that his hair was already burning...

He felt that his life was under unprecedented threat. In order to survive, he had to kneel down and beg for mercy: "I surrender!"

"I said, I won't worry too much. You have no chance of winning. There are no ifs and assumings. Now, get out." The baron still had no expression on his face, and just said this lightly.

"Yes, sir... Yes, sir." The dusty Earl Harlan immediately led his troops away in a hurry...

This scene stunned everyone in the town of Uxhall. The little dragon Ryan couldn't help but sigh on the city wall: "Ah!"

[Ryan: This is called the Chosen Son of the Dragon Clan? This is simply the descendant of the dragon! For thousands of years, without relying on the guidance and assistance of the dragon clan, he has advanced the power of the dragon clan to the second level on his own. Today, he is the first person in history to do so! ]

The rest of the people in the town of Uxhall couldn't understand what Ryan was saying, but from his shocked expression and voice, they could tell that he was very excited at the moment.

[System prompt: Duel victory, congratulations on gaining 4000 character experience points.]

[Comment: I am a little scared of your arrogant and unfriendly tone now. Please tone it down.]

When Count Harlan's troops had disappeared completely, the Baron gradually began to dissipate the dragon power in his body.

However, after it dissipated, he seemed to have a period of dizziness and temporary amnesia, and could not remember what had happened exactly.

In short, the Baron realized that he should have won the duel.

"咴'er?" Chixue had seen this ability of the Baron in his previous confrontation with him, so he was not surprised at the moment. Instead, he was more worried about his health.

[Redblood: De Lacel, are you okay? Let's get back to town as soon as possible, what do you think? ]

"That's great. Thank you for carrying me back to Chixue."

[Chixue: It’s okay, you’re welcome. Remember to drink honey water tonight.]

"Good guy, you have a good memory..." At this moment the baron's face was pale. He didn't sweat much during the duel just now, but now, a lot of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He thought that it might be because he had used too much energy to use the power of the dragon clan, so he did not think much about it for the time being. Soon, he and his horse returned to the town of Uxhall.

After this battle, the people of Uxhall showed more support and cheers for the Baron! The wealthy merchant Manid, the doctor James and other subordinates were even more impressed by him!