"Good, very good."
Looking at Gray, Viscount Lychens' voice was cold as he said the word "good" twice in a row. The coldness in his eyes seemed to want to freeze Gray. He then looked at Timothy and said.
"Your big brother lost because of his carelessness. Go, make up for your big brother's mistake!"
As a Ferocious Blood Warrior, he could naturally see that the difference in strength between Gray and Clifford was very small. The reason why he could defeat Clifford in one move was that Clifford did not know that Gray was already a middle-level Blood Warrior. He was careless and was caught off guard by Gray.
"Yes, Father."
Picking up Clifford's short knife, Timothy raised his head and looked at Gray with a cold snort.
With a light step, he had already jumped onto the platform.
His movements were very light and agile. When he landed, he did not even make the slightest sound. He was like a leopard that had set its eyes on its prey and was ready to chase.
Whoosh!
Holding the short knife, he quickly approached Gray. However, just as he was about to reach Gray, he twisted his feet and passed by Gray. He came behind Gray and slashed the short knife in his hand at the back of Gray's exposed neck.
The pitch-black ironwood short knife in his hand was like the scythe of the Grim Reaper. He wanted to reap Gray's head.
There was even a trace of killing intent. Even if Gray could not dodge in time, he would not hold back and would directly slash down.
Bang!
Gray turned around in time to block the short knife. However, because of his hasty move, he was forced to take two steps back.
After stabilizing his body, he chased after Timothy. However, Timothy had already used the momentum to pull away from him. With a flash, he attacked from his right side, still aiming at his neck.
Bang!
Leaning to the side, he blocked the long knife with his sword. Gray was forced to take two steps back again, while Timothy calmly escaped again.
Bang, bang, bang!
The following battle was like a reenactment of the battle between Bernal and Clifford. Mortisi kept attacking Gray from all directions, while Gray dealt with the changes by remaining unchanged and responding to Mortisi's attacks from all directions.
Modici's speed was indeed much faster than Gray's. In front of his opponent's speed, it was indeed difficult for Gray to form an effective attack.
If this continued, he was afraid that he would follow in Bernal's footsteps and be defeated by Timothy, just like how Bernal was defeated by Clifford.
But he was not Bernal, and Timothy was not Clifford. He would never let the same scene happen again.
In fact, there was a method that could immediately reverse his current situation. For example, he could explode with the characteristics of Hanhu's power that he had obtained after consuming Hanhu's blood.
With Hanhu's power, even if he acted hastily, it would be enough to make Timothy suffer. After all, Timothy, who practiced the 'Windchaser Leopard', was too weak. He was even weaker than Bernal, who practiced the 'Wolf of Wind'.
However, he did not intend to do so.
Among the people present, there were a total of six people who had the strength of a Ferocious Warrior. The two earls of the Ford family and the Smalley family had the strength of a Ferocious Warrior. With the eyesight of these people, if he used strength that exceeded normal standards, he was afraid that he would be immediately seen through.
Although he had already found a reasonable way to conceal his abnormal strength from the books in the Fergus family's library, he still did not intend to casually reveal it.
Good steel should be used on the edge of a blade. The current Timothy had not yet reached the point where he had no choice but to use Hanhu's characteristics.
* Pata! *
Blood force poured into his legs, causing them to suddenly expand. He then turned around abruptly, his gaze meeting with Timothy, who was attacking him from the side.
After several exchanges, his keen battle talent allowed him to discern where Timothy was going to appear, so he was one step ahead of Timothy and responded.
A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. His legs fiercely stomped on the ground, and with a whoosh, he was already close to Timothy in the blink of an eye. The ironwood sword in his hand viciously slashed out.
* Rip! *
The air was torn apart by his sword, and a sharp whistling sound could be heard clearly.
Although he had not used his strongest strength, it was already comparable to when he had not consumed Hanhu's blood to obtain Hanhu's characteristics, and when he had used the Blood force to strengthen the strength of his hands.
"Not good …"
Just as he was about to attack Gray from the side, he saw that Gray had already turned to his side and was close to him in a few steps. The sword in his hand whistled as it attacked. Timothy's expression suddenly changed. The Blood force poured into his legs, and he quickly retreated.
However, although his movement speed was faster than Gray's after the Blood force poured into his legs, Gray was still the one who made the first move, and even caught Timothy off guard.
* Bang! *
Before Timothy could retreat, the ironwood sword had already swept over, and Timothy could only hastily block with his dagger.
Originally, it was a hasty block, coupled with the fact that his strength was not as good as Gray's, Timothy's figure staggered as he retreated, and he almost lost his balance. His action of retreating was naturally interrupted.
* Bang, bang, bang! *
There was simply not enough time for Timothy to escape. Gray caught up, and slashed down again and again. The power of each slash was comparable to before he had obtained Hanhu's characteristics, and after using the Blood force to increase his strength.
A huge force came from the dagger in his hand, shaking Timothy's footsteps, and his body was not under his control.
Even if he used the Blood force to increase his legs, his legs were still shaking. His body was not under his control, and he could not take a step forward, so he could not dodge even if he wanted to.
* Patter! *
* Bang! *
After three consecutive slashes, the dagger in Timothy's hand was sent flying, and the ironwood sword directly hit Timothy's stomach, sending him flying into the air.
From Gray's angle, he could even see that Timothy's face was slightly distorted due to the pain.
Even with the protection of the battle armor, it was definitely not comfortable to take such a slash head-on.
* Bang! *
The power of blood flowed into his legs, causing them to suddenly swell. It was as if there were springs installed in his legs. Gray instantly shot out and caught up with Timothy, who had fallen to the ground. He then kicked Timothy's body.
* Chi — — *
Timothy was already not far from the platform. This time, he directly slid down the platform and fell off the platform. His purple battle armor was covered in dust.
Only Gray was left on the platform once again. The second middle-level Blood Warrior from the Rychens family had been defeated by Gray once again. From now on, the Fergus family could be considered to have won this battle.
"The Rychens family lost?!"
"The winner is … the Fergus family?!"
"The head of the six viscount families, the Rychens family, actually lost!"
… …
Below the platform, the group of nobles looked at each other. After a long while, someone finally spoke.
Even when they saw Clifford being defeated by Gray, they did not think that the Rychens family would lose.
Clifford had been defeated because of carelessness. Timothy, who had gone up after Clifford, naturally would not make the same mistake.
Although Gray Fergus had the strength of a middle-level Blood Warrior, he was still too young. Becoming a middle-level Blood Warrior before the age of seventeen meant that he had great potential, but also meant that he was extremely inexperienced.
For someone like Timothy who had been a middle-level Blood Warrior for many years, as long as he was not careless, victory was almost certain under normal circumstances.
But now, Timothy had actually lost. He had lost to a youth who was not even seventeen years old. It was really hard for them to believe.
"The Rychens family actually lost …"
The expression in Viscount Oliver's eyes changed again and again. This was really unexpected, and also the result that he did not want to see the most.
Even if the Rychens family, who had once single-handedly defeated the Oliver family, won, it would still be better than the Fergus family winning.
They had only sparred with the Rychens family, but the Fergus family was a true life and death feud. After all, they had tried to assassinate Gray.
"Timothy actually lost to Gray Fergus?!"
"That means … the Rychens family has lost?"
Kepel Oliver and Boyle Oliver's mouths were agape, but they forgot to close them. Only after a long while did they speak.
He was over twenty years old and had been a middle-level Blood Warrior for many years. Timothy's strength was definitely not weak. Kepel, who had battled with him before, knew this the best. But under such circumstances, he had actually lost. One could only imagine how strong this Gray Fergus was.
This family member really was not even seventeen years old. Could it be that the family's intelligence was wrong? Although this fellow looked young, he was actually over twenty years old?
"It's not just his cultivation talent, in terms of battle …"
Apart from surprise, there was still more surprise on Zaro's face. This was already the second time that this youth called Gray Fergus had surprised him.
Becoming a middle-level Blood Warrior before the age of seventeen was already surprising enough. Who would have thought that the other party was also extremely talented in battle? The surprise in Zaro's heart was even greater.
'Looks like I have to discuss with Father how to increase the amount of special resources allocated to the Fergus family, and how to reduce the amount of special resources allocated to the Rychens family …'
He supported his chin with one hand as he muttered to himself.
Families with potential and strength naturally had to be nurtured vigorously. As for families with less potential and strength, they would naturally have to be nurtured less.
"He's actually about the same age as me, but he's already so strong …"
Beside him, Polly's eyes were also full of extraordinary splendor as she curiously sized up this youth who was about the same age as her.
Viscount Bei Mai, Viscount Shelley, Earl Ford, and Earl Smalley all had different expressions and thoughts, but without exception, they were all filled with surprise.
Among them, even the weakest was a Ferocious Blood Warrior who controlled thousands of square kilometres of territory. However, the amount of surprise they received today was truly not small. In the past, they might not even encounter such a thing once every few years.
The most special thing was that this surprise actually came from the same person, a youth who was not even seventeen years old.