Chapter 65: Single Challenge



Chapter 65 Single Challenge

"Hey, everyone, look, come and see this fighter of justice!"

The bruised man pointed at Andrew's bandaged right arm and laughed with the people behind him. Someone even pointed at Andrew, holding his stomach and laughing: "Hey, you have an injured arm, why are you still so tough?"

Andrew was so angry that he had nowhere to vent. His left hand tightly grasped the Spada iron sword and kept shaking. I didn't know whether he was enduring this because of his right arm injury or because of something else. Anyway, I felt that he was about to lose control of himself. Standing behind him, I hurriedly dissuaded him, "Andrew, they are all comrades-in-arms. There is no need for us to be so rude!"

"No, Luca, I don't think so!"

Andrew bent down without looking back, making an attacking gesture, but his right hand was completely useless and he could only hold the sword with his left hand, which looked very awkward.

"Wow, oh, oh, this guy is going for real!"

The soldiers who were laughing around hurriedly reminded the sturdy man standing in front of them. Obviously, the sturdy man saw this and he took two steps back, probably to signal to Andrew that he had no intention of fighting. But Andrew became more and more aggressive. For every two steps back, Andrew took two steps forward and kept pressing forward.

"Very good, then it's as you wish!"

As he spoke, the smile on the sturdy man's face gradually faded, replaced by a gloomy look, which gradually turned into a ferocious expression. It can be seen that the sturdy man Andrew was facing was serious.

This may be because he has not yet recovered from the battle, and after such provocation, the strong man regained his fighting spirit. Facing Andrew with one arm hanging down, this guy did not give in at all, leaned down, held the shield forward, and slapped the shield with the sword in his right hand, making a "dangdangdang" sound.

This action made the already impetuous soldiers raise their hands and cheer. Two wounded duelists, the air filled with blood, what could be more real than this? More likely to arouse the audience's appetite? Yes, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

“Andrew!”

Seeing that the situation was not good, I hurriedly called out to him, "Stop it, internal fighting will not end well!"

I don't know if Andrew is missing a trick or what. My dissuasion was met with a firm shake of the head. He didn't have any intention of backing down. Was he really confident that he could defeat the strong man in front of him with his left hand? Or was he determined to fight for it because of that little friction? I tried hard to figure out Andrew's inner thoughts, but I was not Andrew after all, so I couldn't guess what he was thinking at the moment.

The two men took an attacking stance and slowly approached. The soldiers watching from the surrounding area were even more eager to stir up trouble. At the moment when the two powder kegs were about to explode, they did not forget to add fuel to the fire.

"Hey, big guy! Give that broken-armed bastard a good beating!"

"Hit him, big guy!"

The onlookers overwhelmingly supported the sturdy man who was dueling with Andrew. The sturdy man was not moved. The scars on his body had made it impossible for him to fight as he wished, and it also indicated that if he dueled with Andrew, the flesh behind his shield would be full of weaknesses.

The same goes for Andrew. I don't think his injured right hand can be of much use. A wing prevents him from holding a shield, so the next confrontation will only rely on flexibility. But looking at Andrew's size and drooping arms, I think it's unlikely for him.

The top priority now is to deal with the emotions of both people as quickly as possible and avoid confrontation.

"Andrew, I hope you can stay rational. There is no need to let a verbal dispute escalate into a physical confrontation!"

I said that this was my final communication with the two of them, and then I slowly drew out my cavalry sword, holding it in my hand, ready to go up and change the situation at any time.

“Bang!”

I felt someone patting my shoulder. I was so focused that I was startled and jumped up. I turned around angrily and saw that it was the traitor Levi.

"Hi, Luca who peed his pants." Levi looked at me with a smile.

Wait, what does this mean, Luca the one who peed his pants? Are you talking about me? My face flushed instantly, and I hurried to see the reactions of the people around me. Fortunately, they were all focused on the confrontation between Andrew and the big guy, and had no time to care about my embarrassing title.

"Hey, Levi, don't blame me for not warning you," I threatened him with the cavalry sword in my hand: "Although this sword was yours before, I don't mind stabbing you now."

"Urine!."

Levi opened his mouth and was about to speak, this fearless guy, luckily I was quick-witted and covered his mouth before he could finish his words.

"drink!"

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Unexpectedly, the wounded man took the lead, took two steps, jumped up, and thrust his sword towards Andrew in mid-air. Fortunately, Andrew had been prepared and dodged to his right, exposing the right half of the man's body to Andrew.

Just as Andrew was about to thrust his sword with his left hand, the sturdy man landed on the tiptoes of the ground and then swept his right hand to the right. Andrew was startled when he saw that his chance was lost and stepped back quickly, and the tip of the sword passed in front of Andrew's abdomen.

"Hey, big brother." I looked at Levi with a smile on my face and begged for mercy: "Look, my brother is in danger. Do you think I can bear to watch him die without helping him?" Levi looked at me and blinked. What does this mean? Does he agree with it? "Then I will let go?" I asked tentatively to see if Levi would react. Who knows, this bastard still blinked. Does he really agree? I thought to myself, this bastard traitor is not a good person to deal with. I don't even have the courage to let go.

At this time, the strong man had the upper hand, and it seemed that the superficial injuries on his body had not caused any substantial damage to him. He attacked repeatedly, and Andrew could only defend himself, without any ability to fight back.

"Ha, you damn one-armed monster!" The strong man even sang while fighting, and Andrew kept jumping back to avoid the slashing sword, which was a huge consumption of his physical strength. Although he could find weaknesses and seize flaws, it was all nonsense to the cunning strong man. He hid most of his body behind the broad shield, only stretched out his right hand, stabbed Andrew, and the front of the shield was always facing Andrew. Andrew was completely passive and could not find any opportunities.

"No, I have to stop them!"

As I said that, I let go of Levi and squeezed into the crowd of onlookers. The surrounding soldiers cheered for the strong man's wonderful performance, which was a way for the strong man to enjoy it very much.

(End of this chapter)


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