A foreigner's journey

The sand in the hourglass is about to run out completely, but the winner in the square is about to be decided.

Gus roared loudly, raised his giant sword high and jumped into the air to strike hard at Lancelot. The latter did not dodge or evade, but placed the heavy sword behind him, with the tip of the sword pointing diagonally towards the ground.

The next moment, the sword light suddenly appeared!

As soon as the giant sword in Gus's hand fell, it was cut into two pieces by the sword light. The tip of the sword flew rapidly into the air, and Gus smashed down with a groan.

"Gus!"

Griffith ignored that his ribs were broken by Lancelot's kick, and rushed towards the Knight on the Lake at his fastest speed. The knight's sword in his hand seemed like a flexible eagle claw and struck Lancelot at a tricky angle.

There is no denying that Griffith is a genius. Regardless of appearance, physical fitness, swordsmanship, tactical layout, and flexible mind, he can achieve the best level in all aspects. At least in the past twenty years, he has not met a stronger opponent than himself. Even if he faces Gus, he can easily win.

It wasn't until Griffith faced Heather that he understood what 'power' meant. Later, Griffith comforted himself that maybe it was just the wizard's trick, and if he commanded the entire Eagle Regiment to attack, he would definitely be able to capture Heather. After a long period of self-suggestion, he finally managed to get rid of the psychological shadow caused by Heather.

But now, Griffith once again experienced the despair of being completely unable to win in Lancelot.

The strength of the opponent is no longer a gap that ordinary [number of people] can make up. Even if he commanded the Eagle Regiment to attack, he would probably end up with the Eagle Regiment suffering heavy casualties or even being completely defeated, right?

If all the twelve knights of the Fire Sword Mercenary Group had this level of power... no, even if they were weaker than Lancelot, the cavalry commando they formed could easily penetrate into the core of any army and take down the enemy. The general's head was taken away and he walked away.

It's so scary. It's like the sudden appearance of a cross-era killer weapon like the Urban Cannon in the era of cold weapons. It's a complete cross-latitude strike.

Must win! Must win!

Griffith roared in a rare voice, glaring his eyes and pouring all his strength into the knight's sword in his hand. The tip of the sword was getting closer and closer to the gap in the armor on Lancelot's ribs. Griffith could already foresee the feeling of the blade piercing deeply into the flesh, and he could foresee the blood flowing from the gap in the armor. The tragedy gushed out.

Wait, why is it dark in front of me?

Bang——! !

The heavy sword came across and blocked the ribs, accurately blocking the thrust of the knight's sword. At the same time, Lancelot clenched his left fist and hit Griffith hard in the face!

The eagle-beak helmet instantly deflated, and Griffith's beautiful face was distorted and deformed by the cold dark blue gauntlet. Blood and broken teeth spattered from the corners of his mouth, as well as the unbelievable look in his eyes.

White Eagle Griffith's body was like a tattered rag doll, spinning in the air while slamming hard on the ground. After bouncing up, he flipped around in the air and fell to the ground farther away again. He repeated this three times before dragging it. Waves of smoke and dust rolled around on the ground several times, and he lay paralyzed and stopped moving.

Everyone in the Eagle Group who was watching was speechless. The invincible leader in their hearts was knocked unconscious so easily, and the opponent didn't even bother to use a sword to fight against the enemy!

Casca covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes. Jiedu and Bibin were also silent, as if it was difficult to accept this reality.

Next to the inner bonfire, Heather's exclamation rang out - [Trying to use this book as a villain? Sir Lancelot, you still know how to play! 】

[Reminder, it’s time to stop acting after the performance is over. If it goes too far, they will really lose. 】Ruan Qishi reminded in time.

[Oh, yes, yes, it’s time to show off. Let’s see you perform as Sir Lancelot! 】

Lancelot nodded slightly and glanced at the hourglass in the distance, the last few grains of sand were about to fall below. After estimating that the time was almost up, he raised his sword and walked toward Griffith, saying in a low voice: "Can you be considered a knight? Come on, I will give you the dignity of a knight."

As soon as he took a step, Lancelot suddenly stopped and swung the giant sword back violently.

Clang! The blade and the broken sword collided hard, causing fierce sparks to burst out.

Gus, whose head and face were covered with blood, looked ferocious and crazy. He held the half-broken sword tightly with both hands and slashed at Lancelot like a mad wolf, completely giving up his defensive posture.

"Ahhh! Never! I will never let you kill Griffith! Kill you! Kill you!!"

Facing the crazy Gus, even Lancelot had to stop and wave his sword to resist.

It lasted for less than ten seconds. Lancelot used a clever move to lift the broken sword in Gus's hand away. It spun around a few times and then hit the ground with a clang.

The blade of the giant sword was pressed against Gus's neck, and Lancelot's eyes flashed red: "Young wolf, aren't you afraid of death?"

"Death can happen at any time, it just depends on the method and cause of death. Besides, we lasted for one minute."

Gus stiffened his neck and pointed at the hourglass in the distance.

Only then did Lancelot realize that he turned his head to look at the hourglass, only to see that there was no sand at all above the hourglass. Baron Mario had just been completely attracted by the fierce battle. When he saw Lancelot and Gus looking this way, he subconsciously lowered his head to look at the hourglass, and suddenly screamed: "Time is over! The Eagle Group has survived. A one-minute test!”

The Eagle Group paused for a moment, then burst into violent cheers. Casca took the lead in rushing towards Griffith, and some people, especially the commando members commanded by Gus, ran towards Gus. In their opinion, Gus performed better than Griffith and was the biggest contributor to passing this trial.

That's three thousand gold coins!

In the center of the square, Lancelot looked away from the hourglass. When he found that Gus was still glaring at him, he laughed softly, took the giant sword away from Gus's neck, and walked towards the Knights of the Round Table without looking back, leaving only low words:

"Oh, little wolf, wait until you grow into a real wolf of darkness and fight me again. By then it will be a one-on-one duel, and I will go all out."

Gus froze.

He felt anticipation in Lancelot, an emotion he had rarely experienced since he was a child. The most important thing is that Lancelot's power has already penetrated into Gus's heart. He does not resent this expectation, but a flame is faintly ignited in his heart——

This powerful knight recognized me, and he looked forward to fighting me again.

Gus clenched his fists unconsciously, and Gus didn't know that a smile appeared on his face at this time.

This scene happened to fall in the eyes of Griffith, who had just woken up.

PS: I don’t deny that I hate the character of Griffith very much, so it is not enough to eliminate his existence physically. It is necessary to completely deny him mentally and make him suffer. This is the best way to deal with it. Oh, by the way, there is another chapter in the afternoon.