Chapter 123 Swords Clash

Seeing the doubt in the man's eyes, Old Patch puffed up his chest and belly and said confidently: "If you don't believe me, you can ask him!"

As he spoke, he nodded at me twice with his thin chin.

"I don't know what to say about this." I frowned and thought, and drew a rough shape with my hands: "It's an irregular circle, about this big."

The male adventurer looked at the shapes I was making back and forth. He closed his eyes and thought for a while. When he opened them again, he nodded towards Harold.

"It seems that it is indeed the skin of a ghost-faced spider as you said." Harold turned to me, looked at my face, and said, "You are not very young, but you are quite capable."

"It's not about strength." I waved my hand: "It's just a coincidence."

"It's quite modest. Okay, no problem. I'll send someone to bring it to you in a moment." Harold smiled and said, "Now, it's time for us to talk about my problem."

"What's your problem there?" I asked blankly, "What's your problem there?"

"Although the cause of the problem is caused by people on my side, Clark is my subordinate after all. In this duel, you completely destroyed your will. If you want to pick it up again, I don't know how much time it will take." He looked calm. He looked at me without any prejudice against me.

"It turns out his name is Clark, but he was the one who launched the attack first. If I become like this, won't even the shit happen to me, and it will be over and everything will be fine?" I was very dissatisfied: "You guys are still He really knows how to protect his own people.”

"I'm sorry." Harold bowed slightly to me and said, "He is my subordinate after all."

It was unimaginable that this man, who was obviously very powerful at first glance, actually apologized to me in front of the crowd. I was instantly shocked.

"Okay, I have nothing more to say." I sighed and said, "What are you going to do?"

"It's very simple." Harold pulled out the two-handed sword that was inserted into the ground, held it level with his arm, pointed the tip of the sword toward me, and said, "Fight with me."

"How to calculate victory or defeat?" I asked.

"If you win, I will obey your orders once and for all," Harold said proudly.

"What if I lose?" I asked.

"Apologise."

"Is it that simple?" I couldn't believe it and emphasized again: "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," Harold said, taking a stance.

"Okay then." I put the sword in my hand on my shoulder, waved my hand to Harold and said, "You go ahead and make a move."

"Then I won't be polite." Harold looked serious and overbearing. It seemed that he had no mercy.

As soon as he finished speaking, Harold waved his two-handed sword and launched a charge attack.

He was covered in heavy armor and rushed towards me as fast as a Mercedes-Benz car.

The two-handed sword in his hand also drew a ray of phantom white light, and with his terrifying speed, he suddenly rushed towards me.

"It's the captain's combat skill." The male adventurer looked at the phantom with a smile, and said to the female adventurer next to him: "Do you think he can withstand this move?"

The female adventurer did not answer, but snorted disdainfully.

Seeing Harold coming, my eyes narrowed suddenly. I was originally holding the sword with one hand, but suddenly it changed to holding the sword with both hands, up and down, supporting each other, and exerting force at the same time, towards the two-handed sword that was rushing towards me. Cut it over.

The swords connected, and a series of harsh sounds suddenly sounded. The sound was sudden, fast and fast, and shocked the surrounding crowd to faint.

As for the two people at the center of the sound, Harold was knocked back half a step by the force of the recoil, while I was knocked away by the huge force of the impact.

Fortunately, I was prepared. I bowed slightly, adjusted the angle while hanging in the air, and landed steadily on the ground more than one meter away. However, the force of the recoil had not dissipated. I stepped back two steps in succession, and then He completely froze his figure.

Looking at the sword in his hand again, it turned out that a half-finger-long gap was cut out in this hand-to-hand encounter.

I turned my head slightly and shouted to Patch: "Expert, don't you have any decent weapons in your store? This is just one confrontation, how come it's all scrap metal?"

Patch stuck his head out and said to me innocently: "How can you blame me? I didn't find the weapon for you."

Mi Lulu stood at the door and lowered her head apologetically: "I'm sorry, I didn't choose well."

"Oh, I don't blame you." I saw Harold getting ready again and said anxiously to Patch, "You should go find it quickly. You can't let me do it with a piece of scrap metal and a sword!"

"Okay, okay, I'll go right away," Patch said, slipping into the shop.

I raised the sword, held it across my chest, showed it to Harold, and said, "Pause for a moment, it's a joke. This is a semi-finished product. I'll get a similar one later and fight you again."

Harold smiled and shook his head.

I thought he didn't believe it, but I couldn't go over to show it to him, so I had to grit my teeth, exert my strength with both hands, and with a bang, I broke the open sword into two pieces. Then I raised the two broken surfaces again and pointed towards Ha Rhodes showed it off.

Harold put the tip of his sword on the ground and said helplessly: "Hurry up and change it."

"Haha, this kid is interesting." The male adventurer behind Harold took a closer look at the cross-section of the sword that I broke, and said to the female adventurer next to him: "Looking at the reflection of the cross-section, this sword should be It's made of medium steel, and although it was cut open by the captain's sword, it's not that easy to break it with bare hands."

The female adventurer did not snort this time, but narrowed her eyes slightly and looked me up and down. After a long time, she said slowly: "It's not easy."

"Huh? What do you mean?" the male adventurer tilted his head and asked.

"He can block the captain's combat skills." The female adventurer frowned: "It's not easy."

"So that's what it means." The male adventurer held his chin and said, "It's not unreasonable to say that. After all, the child in front of me is still young, and it probably hasn't been long since he became an adventurer."

"How do you know?" the female adventurer interrupted him: "It wasn't a long time?"

"A veteran adventurer will not choose to compete head-on with combat skills," the male adventurer said, "unless his level is ridiculously high, or his brain is stupider than others."

"Is it possible?" the female adventurer organized her words and continued: "He is very confident?"

The male adventurer thought for a while and shook his head: "Probably not. Even a layman should be able to feel the aura emanating from the captain's body when he activates his combat skills."

Before the words were finished, Old Patch's voice came from the shop over there: "Found it, found it!"