"Good!"
Viscount Fergus's eyes were full of praise when he met Bernal's gaze, and he nodded with a gratified expression.
With the Fergus family's current strength of two middle-level blood warriors, the Oliver family was naturally not a match for them.
However, what he wanted more was for Gray to reveal his strength as a middle-level blood warrior a little later. It would be best if he didn't reveal his strength before the battle with the Rychens family. This way, the Rychens family would definitely be caught off guard.
This was why he had let Bernal and Elise deal with the Oliver family and try to prevent Gray from making a move.
Now that Bernal had defeated Kepel, a middle-level blood warrior from the Oliver family, it could be said that he had basically succeeded.
The remaining person from the Oliver family only had the strength of a low-level blood warrior. Even if Bernal had greatly exhausted his strength, he should still be able to deal with him.
Even if he couldn't, it would be enough for Elise to finish him off after Bernal had exhausted his strength.
"Damn it!"
Compared to Viscount Fergus's face full of smiles, Viscount Oliver's expression was terrifyingly dark.
With Kepel's defeat, the Oliver family's battle to wash away their humiliation had basically been declared a failure.
There was no need for Elise or Gray to make a move. Even Bernal alone would be enough to defeat his second son, Boyle.
His expression changed again and again before he finally looked at Viscount Fergus and said, "The Oliver family admits defeat.
"The Oliver Family admits defeat in this battle. However, I hope that my second son, Boyle, will be able to spar with your second son. This will give the youngsters a chance to gain experience."
"This …"
Viscount Fergus heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the admission of defeat. It was always good to win without a fight. However, when he heard the request for a spar, he couldn't help but frown.
Viscount Oliver admitting defeat was not out of his expectations. Since he knew that he was no match for him, he might as well admit defeat and conserve his energy to challenge the other viscount families and snatch "victory" from them.
He had originally thought that this was the Oliver Family's plan, but after hearing Viscount Oliver's request to 'spar', he immediately came to a realization and understood Viscount Oliver's true plan.
The opponent was advancing in order to retreat. Their goal was to allow their second son, Boyle, to bypass Bernal and directly fight with Elise.
Although the outcome of the 'battle' between the two families had been decided after the Olivier Family admitted defeat, if Boyle could defeat Elise in the battle, it would undoubtedly allow the Olivier Family to regain some face.
On the other hand, the evaluation of the Fergus family was lower. Although the eldest son had won, the second son had lost. It was only one win and one loss.
Furthermore, he reckoned that since Viscount Oliver dared to say such a thing, he probably knew that Elise's talent was lacking and was confident that his second son, Boyle, could defeat Elise.
He didn't want to agree, but the Count and Viscount families, as well as Zaloyan and Polly, the two descendants of the Marquis family, were present. If he didn't agree, it would weaken the Fergus family's momentum.
The Olivier Family had already admitted defeat. If they didn't dare to accept a battle that didn't concern the outcome, the Fergus family would undoubtedly be looked down upon by the other families.
"Good plan!"
Knowing that he had no choice but to accept this' spar ', Viscount Fergus coldly snorted in his heart. He looked at Elise, but shook his head slightly and looked away.
If things really went as Viscount Oliver had planned, then this battle would probably be a loss. Even as her father, he didn't think that Elise could win. Elise's usual performance made him feel uneasy.
He fixed his gaze on Gray for a moment and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. He tilted his head and spoke to Viscount Oliver.
"Viscount Oliver's suggestion isn't bad, I agree. However, I hope that Gray can replace Elise. Although Gray is already a low-level blood warrior, he lacks actual combat experience the most among the three brothers. I hope that he can participate in this spar."
"This … I have no objections."
Viscount Oliver's eyebrows twitched as he silently cursed the old fox.
Defeating Elise and defeating Gray were two different things.
Elise's age was similar to Boyle's. If she could defeat him, then it would immediately prove that the Fergus family's second son, Elise, was inferior to the Olivier family's second son, Boyle. This would allow the Oliviers to regain some face.
If it was the younger Gray, even if she defeated him, people would only think that Gray was too young and lacked combat experience due to the age difference between the two. This battle would instead become a "friendly spar" for the sake of increasing combat experience.
However, he had originally proposed this with the excuse of increasing combat experience. Now that his goal had changed, he couldn't refuse.
From beginning to end, he had never considered whether Gray would be stronger than Elise. After all, Gray was too young and had only been a low-level blood warrior for a few months. The amount of time he had come into contact with actual combat was even shorter.
"Gray, seize this opportunity and properly experience a battle of 'the same level'."
Seeing that Viscount Oliver had agreed, Viscount Fergus once again turned his head and looked at Gray.
"Yes, father."
Gray also nodded solemnly.
Others might not have been able to hear the emphasis Viscount Fergus had placed on the words "the same level", but how could he not?
Moreover, he was an adult after all. How could he not understand such twists and turns? Even if Viscount Fergus hadn't said anything, he knew what to do at this moment.
He walked directly to the weapon rack and, like Bernal, picked up an ironwood sword and walked towards the stage.
After seeing Bernal's victory, he had originally thought that he wouldn't be needed to fight today. He hadn't expected such a turn of events.
However, it didn't matter. The middle-level blood warrior, Kepel, had already been defeated by Bernal. A low-level blood warrior's strength was enough to deal with the low-level blood warrior Boyle.
This wasn't arrogance. After all, the current him had absorbed Hanhu's strength during the transformation process after consuming Hanhu's blood. Even if he only used the strength of a low-level blood warrior, his strength wouldn't be weaker than Kepel's.
In addition to his speed, his advantage was very obvious.
"Do your best!"
Seeing that there was no need to fight, Bernal walked towards the Fergus family from the stage. When he passed by Gray, he smiled slightly and said.
"I will."
Gray also smiled slightly.
On the other side, Boyle walked onto the stage after picking up an ironwood sword.
He took a deep breath and looked at Gray with a gloomy gaze. His elder brother had already lost. He definitely couldn't lose again. Otherwise, the Oliver family would really lose face.
"Elder sister, who do you think will win between the two of them?"
On the side closest to the stage, the four members of the Bessemer family stood there. The second son, Cai Ni, looked at the two people on the stage and asked.
Qiao Li had a beautiful face and a tall and slender figure. She exuded a heroic aura. Hearing her brother Cai Ni's question, her beautiful eyebrows raised slightly as she replied.
"It should be Boyle."
"Why?
I've heard that this Gray's talent isn't any worse than yours. Maybe he has the same talent for battle as you. "
Cai Ni said casually.
In fact, he already believed Qiao Li's words. However, he had always liked to disagree with his sister. When he heard that his sister was so sure that Boyle would win, he naturally felt the opposite in his heart.
"Do you think that battle talent is a vegetable?"
Qiao Li rolled her eyes and glanced at her brother who always liked to disagree with her. She reached out her hand and rubbed his blonde hair before retracting her hand in satisfaction.
Battle talent was a talent born for battle. In battle, one could more flexibly display one's own strength. Generally speaking, there were very few people like this.
She had battle talent, but that was thanks to her mother. That's right, her mother also had battle talent, and she was fortunate enough to inherit it. This kind of inheritance wasn't 100%, at least her brother didn't inherit it.
"Don't rub my head."
Cai Ni complained in dissatisfaction. He was very dissatisfied with his sister's careless rub of his head. He immediately disagreed.
"Hmph, the winner will definitely be Gray. Just watch."
There were three people some distance away from the four of them. They were the three members of the Rychens family.
"He's not even seventeen and hasn't been brought to the castle before he turned sixteen. This fellow should only have a few months of actual combat experience. He won't be defeated in a few moves, right?
If that's the case, it'll be difficult for us to see anything … "
Timothy said with a frown.
"Hmph, if he really can't even take a few moves, then there's no need to pay attention to him. He's destined to not amount to anything …"
Clifford sneered.
There were five people near the east side of the battle platform.
The person in the lead was a middle-aged man with a hooked nose. He was Viscount Shelley of the six viscounts of the Sidney Hill.
Of the other four, a middle-aged woman with dark brown hair was his wife, a young man with the same hooked nose, and two youths were his three sons.
"Watch carefully. Both of them will become your opponents!"
"Yes, Father!"
Viscount Shelley said to the two youths, and the two youths respectfully acknowledged.
Other than the viscount families, the other baron families and earl families were all watching the two people on the battle platform, especially Gray.
There were only six viscount families even in the Marquis of Sidney. A "genius" appearing in one of the families was naturally very eye-catching.
It could be said that most of the families present had more or less heard of Gray. Now that they saw Gray fight, they couldn't help but be filled with curiosity.
How strong was this "genius" of the Fergus family?
To become a low-level Blood Warrior in a year, his talent in training was obvious.