Chapter 59: Fight for the Quota (Part 2)

Possessing the Strength of a Knight before undergoing the ‘Knight’s Baptism’ was not a legend.

In fact, among some Grand Nobles and the Royal Families of various countries, such people were everywhere. The most famous one was undoubtedly that King of City, who possessed the Strength of a Knight at the age of six. Moreover, he self-awakened a certain extremely high Talent and did not undergo the ‘Knight’s Baptism’ at all.

But that was the King of City!

A genius born within the Royal Family!

And the Tier Territory?

It was merely a small border town in the Emerald Kingdom. Let alone self-awakening at six years old, there was not a single person who had self-awakened even at twenty years old.

In fact, not to mention the Tier Territory, even in the entire Vauban County, there was no such genius.

Putting aside self-awakening, simply possessing the Strength of a Knight was not something ordinary people could achieve; at the very least, the Tier Territory still did not have such a genius.

In Vauban County, only one had appeared in the past five years.

Moreover, that person was not a true native of Vauban County, but came from the Capital of Emerald; so, strictly speaking, it had been ten years since a genius who possessed the Strength of a Knight without undergoing the ‘Knight’s Baptism’ had appeared in Vauban County.

Therefore, facing Dean’s words, not only were the guests full of suspicion, but even the Baron, the Baron’s Advisor, and that Guard Captain all expressed doubt.

Of course, there were also those who gloated—

“Dean Ken, are you joking?”

Weibor Tier, that clown-like figure, did not hesitate to ridicule out loud at this moment; while another person who gloated, Carl Tier, was even more blunt.

“May I have the honor of crossing swords with a genius like you?”

Carl Tier said with a fake smile—although his tone was inquiring, this young man had already placed his right hand on the hilt of his sword.

Undoubtedly, this young man had long had his own plans.

Whether it was for the Miss of the Baron’s family or to obtain the qualification for the ‘Knight’s Baptism’, he had to do this.

For the former, he had long regarded her as his forbidden territory, and for the latter, he had originally given up—facing Mold, he was not confident he could win against him.

But fortunately, the other party had just died like that.

Regarding this, Carl Tier felt lucky in his heart, because he knew his opportunity had come.

After all, in the entire Tier Territory, apart from the deceased Mold, Carl Tier considered himself the unshakable candidate to obtain this ‘Knight’s Baptism’ qualification.

Therefore, when the Baron previously announced that the outsider would become the Knight Order Regiment Commander, he did not object. He even endured it when facing the jokes between that outsider and the Miss of the Baron’s family; after all, once he underwent the ‘Knight’s Baptism’ and became a true Knight, all of this could be won back.

As for failure?

Obviously, this young man had not considered it.

Or rather, he considered it, but not completely; after all, even if the ‘Knight’s Baptism’ failed, he could still obtain quite power ful Strength—just look at the boss of that ‘Snow Bear’s Home’, that jaw-dropping strength was the best proof, wasn’t it? Even missing an arm, it was enough to make anyone dare not look down on him.

So, facing the Baron who was about to give the ‘Knight’s Baptism’, this young man disregarded etiquette and status and opened his mouth to object.

Because, in his view, this was handing his own ‘future’ to someone else.

Originally, Carl Tier had been prepared to be scolded, but what he did not expect was that the outsider actively ‘stepped’ forward.

“Without undergoing the Baptism, he already possesses the Strength of a Knight? Hmph!”

A cold snort in his heart was enough to explain this young man’s attitude towards Dean’s words.

It was not doubt; it was simply disbelief.

As for the reason for disbelief?

It was very simple: since he had not achieved it himself, how could someone else possibly do it?

Undoubtedly, the narrow scope of the Tier Territory and those countless clumsy matches had made this young man incredibly arrogant!

“A match? Of course, but my right hand…”

Ignoring the clown-like Weibor completely, Dean nodded towards Carl Tier opposite him and signaled his right hand—although it was covered by the Formal Attire, anyone with discerning eyes could see the abnormal swelling.

Obviously, under the Formal Attire, there were layers of gauze.

“Do you need to reschedule?”

Carl Tier had a look on his face as if he had expected this, and his straightened body seemed as if he had already become the victor.

Even the other guests thought so; after all, if the right hand was injured, how could one compete?

Of course, in their hearts, their evaluation of this outsider dropped a notch—even if he was not being cowardly, this situation was not much different; even if there was a reason, for the people present, the result was still the same.

Even the Baron, the Baron’s Advisor, and that Guard Captain could not help but frown—of course, they were mostly complaining about Dean; since he was injured, why did he step forward?

And the Miss of the Baron’s family not far away was the same—

“Men are all this stubborn…”

Thinking of the appearance Dean had shown before, the Miss of the Baron’s family could not help but sigh secretly in her heart.

However, this Miss of the Baron’s family did not realize that she did not feel the disdain she usually did, but rather a sense of regret.

“Reschedule? No, no, I only need to use my left hand!”

Dean waved his hand, picked up the Longsword hanging at his waist with his left hand, and of course, did not unsheathe it.

“You, you… very well, I hope after a while, you won’t need to find any excuses for your loss!”

Carl Tier was stunned, his chest began to rise and fall rapidly; clearly, a burst of anger had started brewing in his chest; however, compared to ordinary people, this ambitious young man undoubtedly knew what he should do; so, he quickly calmed his anger and stood not far in front of Dean.

As the host and the most dignified person present, Baron Tier naturally became the referee of this duel—

“Are both sides ready?”

Baron Tier looked at both sides, his eyes deliberately pausing on Dean for a moment, and seeing the young man’s relaxed expression, the Baron finally helplessly took out a Gold Pulton, placed it on his fingertip, and flicked it high.

Matters had reached this point, and clearly, it was no longer something he could stop.

A duel was sacred.

Under the premise that both sides agreed, no one could stop it—of course, some trickery still existed, but right now, this one definitely did not count.

Ding!

Clang!

The Gold Pulton was flicked high into the air, and then, it landed on the ground with a crisp sound.

And after this crisp sound appeared, Carl Tier, holding his Longsword, immediately charged forward—

Carl Tier leaned his entire body forward, the tip of the Longsword in his hand pointing straight ahead; although he was moving only with his legs, it gave people the illusion that he was riding a horse.

Undoubtedly, as one of the top young people in the Tier Territory, Carl Tier’s Sword Technique was quite good.

Of course, this ‘quite good’ only referred to within the Tier Territory.

Once leaving the Tier Territory and looking at the entire Vauban County… hehe.

And in Dean’s eyes?

The opponent had at least five flaws.

Perhaps, normally, the opponent’s flaws should only be two—after all, it was a Knight’s Battlefield Sword Technique; although changed to foot combat, it was still sharp, but flaws were unavoidable.

But, clearly, the opponent was anxious to succeed in one strike, which caused his own flaws to involuntarily increase.

And Dean clearly would not let go of such flaws—

Ding!

Dean’s Longsword, still in its Sword Sheath, struck the opponent’s Longsword a step before it could thrust out, immediately causing Carl Tier’s entire figure to become unstable, as if a poisonous snake had been struck at its vitals, flipping over and dying soon; although Carl Tier was not at that moment yet, with his center of gravity shifted, his situation was not much better, especially when Dean turned sideways and extended his lower leg, placing it in front of the opponent’s advancing steps.

Thump!

Carl Tier fell straight forward; not only did he fall to the ground, but his Longsword also slipped out of his hand.

Immediately, the atmosphere in the entire hall froze, but the next moment, continuous cheers appeared—of course, definitely not from those guests.

“Regiment Commander, well done!”

“Regiment Commander, amazing!”

The members of the Ferrchelen Knight Order cheered for their Regiment Commander one after another.

In fact, they had been waiting for this moment for a long time—whether it was the disdainful gazes of those guests after entering the Baron’s Mansion, or the subsequent slander against them, all made these young people burn with anger. If they had not seen that their Regiment Commander and Captains were not speaking, these hot-headed young people would definitely have done something excessive.

Of course, at most, they would have flattened someone’s nose bridge.

However, compared to flattening someone’s nose bridge themselves, their Regiment Commander making the opponent fall flat on his face in a real duel was undoubtedly more satisfying.

Therefore, waves of long-suppressed cheers broke out.

And amidst such cheers, Carl Tier’s face turned flushed red—feelings of anger and shame began to swallow his reason.