Chapter 83

On the martial arts field.

"Good."

Boge lowered his head to avoid his ferocious expression being seen, and it took a long time before he squeezed this word out through his teeth.

When Viscount Night Shadow heard the name called out by Knight Suolin and the others, the nightmares he had suppressed in the bottom of his heart in the past resurfaced.

The villagers who were starved to skin and bones, his father who was beaten to the brink of death because of malicious hunting, the young village woman who had to sell her body to feed her child for a small piece of black bread...

All these nightmares stemmed from that crazy lord who was so greedy that he taxed even breathing, forbade hunting, confiscated all grain, and wouldn't even let them dig for wild vegetables!

Which was the man smiling in front of him.

"I won't use magic; as long as you can touch my body with your sword, you win."

Victor took a long sword handed over by Knight Suolin and said with quite a bit of demeanor.

Clang!

Boge did not answer, but just slashed over with a sword at his head.

Clang, clang, clang!

The sound of swords clashing was as rapid as drumbeats, resounding through the entire martial arts field.

That long sword in Boge's hand was as flexible and changeable as if it were an extension of his arm, like a venomous snake ready to strike, attacking Victor from various tricky angles.

His offensive was fierce and rapid, the blade cutting through the air and making a sharp whistling sound.

However, no matter how he attacked, he would be easily blocked by Victor's horizontal sword.

"Not bad, not bad..."

Despite this, Victor's eyes became increasingly appreciative.

With his vision, he could naturally see that Boge's strength was already at the top level among the transcendent ranks.

And his swordsmanship level was also very high, fast and ruthless, every strike precisely slashing toward his weak points.

It was just a bit too fierce; the tip of the sword pointed at his throat, eyes, and crotch every time—it was clearly just a sparring match, yet he could treat his opponent like his father's murderer; it was truly remarkable!

If polished carefully, he would surely become a sharp blade in his hands.

"Kid, looking at your eyes, you should be a hunter, right?" Victor asked while blocking the attacks.

Boge did not speak, just kept attacking blindly.

"Where are you from?" Victor frowned slightly and asked again.

Boge still did not speak, just attacked even more fiercely.

"Kid, didn't your father teach you that you should answer when someone asks you a question!" Victor frowned tightly and questioned.

Boge still did not speak, just attacked crazily with red eyes.

Victor finally became a bit annoyed; could this kid have become a fighting maniac because he became a hunter?

If that were the case, a lunatic wouldn't be worth him taking in as a servant.

"Hmph." Victor snorted coldly, no longer suppressing his strength, and slashed a sword toward Boge fiercely.

Clang!

The moment the blades collided, a sharp clashing sound of metal was emitted, and a wave of air exploded, blowing up the dust on the martial arts field.

Clip-clop, clip-clop.

The huge force transmitted from the blade made Boge retreat several steps in a row.

Afterward...

"Sensory Enhancement."

"Hawk Eye."

"Death of All Things."

Three kinds of abilities acted on Boge's body at the same time, making his body bear a huge load while also raising his strength to the limit in an instant.

Swish, swish, swish.

In Boge's field of vision, the entire world turned black and white in an instant, and the passage of time seemed to slow down by half.

The sand in the air, the sound of the wind blowing up dust, the cracks on the blade, the annoyance on Victor's face... all this information was summarized in his mind, finally resulting in the best way to hunt the prey.

Swish!

The next moment, Boge's body turned into an afterimage, rushing toward Victor with a sword at a terrifying speed that exceeded the limits of normal human reaction, like an arrow off a bowstring.

Of course, this attack speed was still within the safe range for Victor, who was a Great Knight.

Only when the young man got close did Victor catch a glimpse of his eyes, which had suddenly turned ice blue.

What a magnificent color, as if reflecting death!

Victor looked stunned.

And in the few milliseconds he was stunned, Boge seized the opportunity, finally broke through his defense, and stabbed a sword toward Victor's left leg...

Just as he was about to stab, Boge stopped his attack, and his ice-blue eyes gradually returned to brown.

"... Not bad, you are very good."

Victor, who had come back to his senses, looked at the tip of the sword stopped in front of his left leg; as long as it moved forward another inch, it would be able to pierce his skin.

However, the attack was on the left leg, which meant that this young man had no intention to kill; the crazy attack just now was indeed just out of respect for the battle.

"Are you willing to be my servant? A formal enfeoffment, not a nominal servant."

"I, Victor Night Shadow, guarantee with my honor that you will have a status of being above one person and below ten thousand in my territory, and I will exhaust the resources in the territory to buy magic potions to help you be promoted to a Hunter Master."

Victor said loudly, watching the young man who had lowered his head again at some point, his eyes full of appreciation.

What an excellent young man!

As long as he could abduct him from Black Langbao, it would be revenge for Kalen snatching away countless of his residents for so many years!

It would even be considered a profit; after all, how could those residents who were useless except for providing him with the power of pain compare to the heaven-sent genius young man in front of him?

"Lord Viscount, Boge is already a servant of a noble, and he has been formally enfeoffed."

Hearing this, without waiting for Boge to answer, Knight Suolin on the side hurriedly explained.

The smile on Victor's face froze instantly, and he glared bitterly at Knight Suolin.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Lord Viscount, you didn't ask!" Knight Suolin spread his hands to show his innocence.

"Hmph." Victor snorted coldly again, his expression becoming gloomy once more, and he left the martial arts field with a belly full of resentment.

He had been a sparring partner for nothing!

"Just a little bit, just a little bit..."

After Victor left, Boge lowered his head, his palms clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his flesh, but it couldn't alleviate the pain in his heart in the slightest.

Victor and Knight Suolin might have both thought he just stabbed toward the left leg, but only he himself understood that he had stabbed toward the death point projected by the Death of All Things!

As long as he had moved the sword forward another inch just now, this greedy lord who had caused the death of his father, his childhood friend, and the villagers would have been killed by him, avenging those who died miserably!

However, he had stopped.

Because reason and his loyalty to His Highness in his heart told him that he absolutely could not do this.

If he were alone and had no ties, he would definitely kill Victor at all costs.

But he was His Highness's servant, His Highness's hunting dog; in some aspects, he was the embodiment of His Highness's will.

Viscount Night Shadow was a guest of Black Langbao; if he killed Victor, it would inevitably cause trouble for His Highness.

Because even if the other party was the enemy he thought of day and night and hated to the bone, he absolutely could not do this.

"Bastard, if one day you block His Highness's path, I will definitely return all the pain you brought us!"

Boge ground his teeth and said bitterly in his heart.

He felt that this day would not be too far away; after all, saying that His Highness's and Victor's styles were completely opposite would not be an exaggeration.

What he needed to do now was to learn well from the castle's interrogator how to torture people...

On the other side.

At the gates of Black Langbao.

With the arrival of the lords one after another, the time gradually reached dusk.

Now only one guest, who had the longest journey and was also the most honorable, had yet to arrive.

Under the expectant gaze of Kalen and his wife, a black dot finally appeared under the yellowing horizon in the distance.

Then the black dot gradually expanded, and with the crisp sound of wheels crushing the mud, a luxurious carriage appeared from the twilight.

This carriage was more magnificent than all the carriages that had arrived before, with crimson patterns inlaid on the carriage body, complex and exquisite, like flowing flames.

And on both sides of the carriage were two middle-aged knights riding huge crimson foxes.

Those two foxes were about two meters tall at the shoulder, their fur shining with dazzling light under the sunset like burning flames.

And the knights who controlled them both had a line of text on their heads—a deep purple "Noble."

"Big brother, second brother!"

Seeing this scene, Danielle's pretty face was full of excitement, and she spread her arms like a little girl and rushed toward the two knights.

The two knights quickly dismounted from the foxes and took Danielle, who was running toward them, into their arms; the three hugged each other tightly and only separated after a long time.

"Long time no see, my dear sister, you are still as beautiful, kind, and innocent as in the past; has that rude Kalen been bullying you?"

The older of the two knights picked up Danielle's palm and kissed it lightly with his stubbly lips, saying softly.

"I will help you beat him up." The younger knight said coldly.

At this moment, Kalen, who had also rushed over to welcome them, felt a trace of embarrassment on his face after hearing this.

His two brothers-in-law had both reached the Crescent Moon Rank in strength; if they really wanted to beat him up, he could only endure it silently.

"You two, you are not allowed to say that anymore; darling treats me like his heart!"

Danielle hugged Kalen's arm tightly and glared at them with dissatisfaction; the two brothers had no choice but to shift their gazes away awkwardly.

"Eh, you three siblings are only concerned with reminiscing, you've forgotten about me, an old person."

At this moment, the coachman lifted the carriage curtain, and an old woman with silver hair walked down from the carriage with a gentle smile; it was the Lord of the Southern Region—Rosa Masha.

At this very moment, all the lords of the entire Southern Region had arrived at Black Langbao to participate in Haidun's baby ceremony.

(End of chapter)