Pa!
On the platform, Boyle had already stomped on the ground and pounced toward Gray.
He was two years older than Gray and half a head taller than Gray. His build was also slightly larger.
He pounced aggressively like a rampaging beast, charging straight at Gray. The saber in his hand was the sharp horn of the beast.
Knowing that Gray lacked battle experience, he attacked aggressively, hoping to use his momentum to cause Gray to panic.
"Hah —"
Pouncing in front of Green, the ironwood saber in his hand quickly slashed out horizontally. The momentum of his charge made this slash even more powerful than usual.
Moreover, he was also quite experienced in battle. When the saber was in front of Gray, it was at its strongest. It could be said that the power of this saber was fully displayed.
From this point alone, it was not difficult to see that he was more than just a little stronger than Elise. If Elise were to spar with him, the chances of her losing were at least as high as ninety percent.
It was no wonder that Viscount Oliver would suggest such a spar. Although Boyle's battle talent was not at the level of battle talent, it was definitely enough to be evaluated as not bad.
Pa!
Faced with the aggressive black ironwood saber sweeping toward him, Gray took a hurried step back, as if he had been frightened and was hastily retreating to avoid the attack.
But it was this step back that allowed the black ironwood blade to brush past his body. The strong wind it carried even caused his black hair to flutter, but it just couldn't touch him.
"Was he frightened?
Blinded? "
The eyes of the younger generation of the various noble families below the platform were all filled with suspicion.
His dodge just now could be said to be perfect. Even if it had been them, they might not have been able to do it. But why did it seem like he had been frightened and had subconsciously dodged backward?
"Hmm?"
Originally not paying too much attention to this battle and only watching casually, Zaro let out a soft cry of surprise in his heart. A strange look flashed through his eyes.
Although this young man named Gray had a decent talent for cultivation, he was still too young after all. He had only come into contact with actual combat for a few months, so one could only imagine his combat level.
Therefore, he didn't care too much about this battle. If Boyle won, he wouldn't think highly of the Oliver family, because that was how it should be. If Gray lost, he wouldn't look down on the Fergus family, because that was how it should be.
Just as Viscount Oliver had thought, this battle had become a pure spar that had nothing to do with benefits.
However, when Gray took a step back and cleverly avoided Boyle's slash, his eyes lit up.
Many of the aristocratic family scions present thought that Gray's ingenious dodge had been a stroke of luck, but as an upper-level Blood Warrior who was not far from a Ferocious Blood Warrior, his eyesight was naturally extraordinary. Naturally, he could tell at a glance that this was not luck.
This newly emerged member of the Fergus family seemed to be a little different, and this couldn't help but arouse his interest.
Of course, in terms of eyesight, Zaro was naturally not the strongest among those present. There were also quite a few people present who could tell that Gray's evasion was not a coincidence. At the very least, the patriarchs of the various noble clans could tell that this was not a coincidence.
Even outstanding youths like Joey, Clifford, and Timothy had either seen through it or had guessed it in their hearts.
It was worth mentioning that Viscount Oliver's expression was extremely ugly at this moment. He was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood. Was this performance due to a lack of battle experience?
Go lie to a blood fiend …
Most of the aristocratic family scions thought that Gray's dodge had been a stroke of luck, and Boyle, who was fighting with Gray, was even more so.
He didn't mind that his attack had missed. He took a step forward and spun his saber, preparing to slash at Gray from the other side.
However, Gray clearly didn't intend to give him this opportunity.
Instead of retreating, he advanced. Leaning forward, the ironwood sword in his hand slashed out diagonally, greeting Boyle's neck.
Bang!
At the critical moment, Boller raised his ironwood saber in front of his chest to block the sword. However, his hasty block still caused him to stagger back three steps.
At this moment, his expression finally turned serious. He finally realized that Gray might not be the kind of person who lacked battle experience.
But so what if he realized? Gray's attack was far from over.
Whoosh!
With three steps, Gray quickly caught up with Boyle. Before Boyle could adjust, Gray slashed out with his ironwood sword again, aiming for his neck.
Wearing combat armor, the neck was the easiest place to attack. With the armor protecting other parts, the damage would undoubtedly be greatly reduced.
Bang!
Boyle hastily blocked and was repelled once again.
Bang, bang, bang!
Gray didn't give Boyle any chance to regroup. He chased, attacked, chased, attacked … over and over again.
Even if he could only use the strength of a low-level Blood Warrior, his speed was still faster than Boyle's. With this speed, Boyle was forced to block again and again and was forced to retreat again and again.
"Hah!"
After being suppressed again and again, Boyle knew that he would lose if this continued. His expression became anxious. He clenched his teeth and suddenly roared like a beast forced into a desperate situation.
As he roared, a trace of the small amount of blood energy in his body immediately poured into his saber-wielding hand. He felt the strength of his saber-wielding hand suddenly increase by a large amount. The ironwood saber, which wasn't considered light before, actually felt much lighter.
Full of confidence, he abruptly slashed at the ironwood sword coming at him. An ear-piercing whistling sound immediately rang out in the air.
As a low-level Blood Warrior, after his strength had been amplified by blood energy, he was already comparable to Kepel without blood energy.
Whoosh!
After slashing out with his saber, Boyle's previous sullenness was swept away. He felt like he was dripping with sweat.
After being forced by Gray to the point where he could only block, he had never slashed out so smoothly. Every time, he had to hastily block, and that feeling was truly unbearable.
"Boyle, be careful!"
However, at this moment, he suddenly heard his elder brother Kepel's loud exclamation from below the stage.
He tilted his head slightly, and the hairs all over his body instantly stood on end. It was as if someone had splashed cold water on his naked body in winter. This was because he already saw a black shadow less than twenty centimeters away from his neck.
It was a pitch-black sword without a blade.
However, in his eyes, the threat it posed was no less than a blade.
His neck was weak to begin with. If he suffered such a heavy blow, even if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured. At this moment, his saber had already slashed out with too much force. He had no time to withdraw his saber to block, let alone dodge.
Whoosh!
The sound of a strong wind had already slapped against his neck. His muscles tensed, ready to withstand the impact. However, at this moment, when the black ironwood sword was only two or three centimeters away from him, the sword suddenly stopped.
"Whew!"
Seeing the black ironwood sword suddenly stop in front of his neck, he let out a long sigh of relief. His entire body actually felt like it was about to collapse.
Then, another wave of humiliation surfaced in his heart, and his face instantly flushed red. He had actually lost to someone who had only come into contact with actual combat for a few months at most, and who was much younger than him?!
He could already imagine how disappointed his father and brother would be below the stage, and how surprised and disdainful those nobles would be when they looked at him.
"Boyle actually lost?!"
Some of the aristocratic descendants couldn't believe it.
"He actually lost to someone who has only been a low-level Blood Warrior for a few months. Isn't this Boyle's strength too weak?"
Some of the aristocratic descendants had looks of disdain.
"It's not that Boyle is too weak. It's that this Gray is too strong. I didn't expect this Gray to not only be talented in cultivation, but also extremely talented in combat."
Only a few aristocratic descendants could be considered fair, but their voices were drowned out by the voices of the others.
… …
"Did he really win?"
Cai Ni looked at the stage in surprise.
Although he kept saying that the victor would be Gray, that was only to spite his sister. He had never thought that the victor would be Gray. After all, the gap in combat experience was there for all to see.
Jolly's delicate brows furrowed and relaxed, relaxed and furrowed again. She looked at her mother, Viscount Bei Semai, and asked.
"So far, that's combat talent?"
"It can't be wrong."
Viscount Bei Semai's gaze was deep.
Others might not be able to sense it, or they might still be in doubt, but as someone who possessed combat talent and whose strength was as high as a Ferocious Blood Warrior's, she was already very certain.
Although his combat skills were still immature, he had an extremely sharp intuition when it came to timing.
In the end, in order to break free from Gray's suppression, Boyle had used his blood power to increase his strength sharply.
But it was precisely because of the sudden increase in strength that he couldn't adapt to the sudden increase in strength and his control became poor, causing his blade to slash out too wide and unable to withdraw in time.
This had happened in a short instant. A low-level Blood Warrior wouldn't have noticed it at all, but the other party had noticed it and turned it into an opportunity for victory. After dodging it, he immediately counterattacked and ultimately won.
This kind of grasp of timing in battle either required extremely rich combat experience or combat talent. With the other party's age, it was obviously impossible for him to have extremely rich combat experience, so there was no doubt that he had combat talent.
On the Rychens family's side.
"Big Brother, what do you think?"
Timothy looked at his big brother with a frown.
Although he had also guessed that the result would be one-sided, the direction of this one-sided victory was a little wrong. He had guessed that Gray Fergus would be the one to win, but the one who had lost was Boyle Oliver. The result was completely different from what he had expected.
Clifford didn't immediately answer. Instead, the expression in his eyes fluctuated, and he turned his head a moment later.
"Although he's not a threat to us now, he'll definitely be a big threat in the future. The only fortunate thing is that he's much younger than us. By the time his strength reaches our level, we'll have reached a higher level."
On the Shelley family's side.
"A strong opponent …"
The two youths that Viscount Shirley had instructed to watch carefully, Bach Shirley and Max Shirley, looked at each other, their gazes solemn.