Legend of Beleriand

Chapter 8. Battle Talent

Facing Arthur's challenge, Tristy couldn't refuse to fight, but he couldn't fight a child who wasn't even a first-level warrior himself.

Tristy turned around and pointed to a young mercenary with a baby face behind him. "Bernie, go and teach him a lesson. Just don't kill him."

The mercenary who was pointed at also grimaced. Fighting a child wasn't a glorious thing for him either, but who told him that he was the weakest among all?

"Mercenary Bernie just became a first-level warrior half a year ago. He is the weakest among all the mercenaries of Bloodthorn. Don't say that our Bloodthorn mercenaries are deliberately bullying you!" Tristy explained to Edeline.

Edeline shrugged, indicating it didn't matter.

In fact, Edeline was already overjoyed inside. She thought that when Arthur challenged Tristy, he might have thought that his opponent would be a first-level mercenary.

"Wait, I still have something to say."

Tristy sneered at Arthur. "What, kid? Are you only now realizing you're scared? It's too late! I promise Bernie won't kill you later!"

"I just want to know what will happen if I win later?"

"Will you win? This is the funniest joke I've heard today!"

Arthur said seriously, "I mean if. There are always too many surprises in this world."

"Then what do you want?"

"I want that sword on your waist as a trophy."

"Kid has good taste. I can't exchange this sword even if I sell it ten times. What if you lose?"

"Tony officially kneels down and apologizes to you. As long as there are Bloodthorn mercenaries around, he turns around and leaves."

Tony on the side almost spat out a mouthful of blood. "No, I don't agree. This little bastard is deliberately harming me!"

"Haha..." Tristy laughed loudly, but then his face turned cold. "It's not enough! Tony, a nobody, kneeling down is not worth the value of this sword!"

"Tristy, you bastard. I'll duel with you!" Being humiliated by Tristy again, Tony was extremely angry.

"What about adding this staff?" Edeline pulled Tony and took out a one-foot-three-inch-long jet-black staff.

The material of the staff couldn't be seen, but from the huge crystal embedded at one end of the staff that flowed with a mysterious luster, one could tell that this staff was extremely valuable. It was even more valuable than Tristy's long sword.

"No!" Tony and Angers shouted to stop at the same time.

A glint flashed in Tristy's eyes. He nodded slightly. "This is fair. I hope you won't regret it."

Edeline smiled gently. "Then let's start."

"Go, Bernie. If you lose this battle, get out of Bloodthorn!"

When Arthur challenged Tristy just now, he had already attracted the attention of all the mercenaries in the bar. Now that they were about to start fighting, many mercenaries gathered around.

There were also many mercenaries who sat where they were and didn't move. In their opinion, this fight was meaningless. The strength of a first-level warrior is at least three times that of an ordinary person. And that thin child is at most ten years old. A first-level warrior can punch this child to death directly.

This one-on-one duel didn't need a formal venue. Moving a few tables in the middle to the side cleared a small space.

"I won't bully a child. You attack first." Mercenary Bernie's face flushed red. Fighting a child under the gaze of so many veteran mercenaries really wasn't a glorious thing.

Arthur didn't answer. He slightly crouched down and stared at Bernie with a wolf-like gaze.

Killing intent! It was the kind of killing intent that only burst out suddenly at the moment when a beast was hunting!

There was a slight commotion among the watching mercenaries. How could such a small child have such a heavy killing intent? Many veteran mercenaries who had seen blood didn't have this kind of aura.

No one knew what Arthur had experienced in the orc camp in those two years?

Tristy clenched his fists tightly. He suddenly had an uneasy feeling.

Arthur moved. He was like a little leopard and crashed into Bernie's abdomen.

Bernie took a small step back, swung a leg like a whip, and lashed fiercely at Arthur's body. If this kick hit, it could kick Arthur flying directly.

Arthur's forward charge suddenly stopped. He rolled to the side along the direction of Bernie's kicking leg.

Bernie's kick missed. As he landed on one foot and leaned forward, he swung his fist down and hit Arthur's body. Bernie's fist was wrapped in a faint white light. When he swung it, there was a faint whistling sound.

Arthur darted forward along the ground and dodged Bernie's attack again.

After two consecutive attacks missed, Bernie's face flushed even redder. Bernie tapped his toes on the ground and leaped into the air. Using a move like a hawk pouncing on a rabbit, he grabbed at Arthur from above, leaving Arthur nowhere to hide.

Arthur was like a slippery fox. He darted forward and rolled, then hid under the table.

Bernie lifted his foot and kicked the tabletop, shattering it. Wood chips flew everywhere. Arthur rushed towards Bernie's side facing the splattering wood chips.

Bernie rotated his body with his left foot as the axis. The foot that had just landed was swung again. A whip kick was fast and fierce, kicking towards Arthur who was approaching.

"Twenty silver coins." Nightingale suddenly shouted.

Bernie swayed and almost fell.

Arthur took advantage of Bernie's unstable center of gravity and crashed into Bernie's waist on one side.

Bernie took two or three steps back. Only by continuously punching forward did he force back Arthur who took the opportunity to pounce.

The watching mercenaries were in an uproar. Although Nightingale's sudden shout distracted Bernie's attention, it was already an incredible thing that a child could force back a first-level warrior.

Tristy looked at Nightingale coldly. "Sister Nightingale, don't worry. No matter how much is broken, I will pay you every penny."

Nightingale didn't give Tristy any face at all. She snorted softly. "I'm just reminding you. Anyone who breaks things has to pay!"

Tony gently pulled Edeline's sleeve and lowered his voice. "Did you already know he could win?"

"Have you forgotten the process of his battle with that little lion last time? He has battle talent far beyond ordinary people. Some people are born warriors. This is the real reason why Keynes kept him!"

While the two were whispering, Bernie and Arthur were fighting again.

Because of the discussions among the surrounding mercenaries, Bernie had completely fallen into anger and launched a crazy attack on Arthur.

But anger couldn't lead Bernie to victory. Arthur was still as slippery as a loach. He darted around and dodged left and right in the limited space. Although he seemed extremely embarrassed, Bernie didn't hit him once.

The fierce attacks quickly consumed Bernie's physical strength and battle aura. His breathing was becoming heavier and heavier.

Tristy's clenched fist was already sweating.

"Could this child really defeat a first-level warrior? Impossible. Absolutely impossible!" Tristy shook his head violently.

The turning point on the battlefield happened precisely at this moment.

Facing Bernie's kick from the front, Arthur nimbly jumped onto the table behind him like a monkey.

Bernie followed and kicked the table, shattering it. He no longer cared about how much was lost. Every attack was made with full force. The obsession in his heart was to kill Arthur with one blow!

When Bernie kicked the table, Arthur had already borrowed the force and jumped up. He pounced at Bernie from the air.

Bernie didn't dodge or evade and punched out at Arthur. The iron fist wrapped in white battle aura slammed into Arthur's chest.

This time, Arthur unexpectedly didn't dodge. He just slightly shifted his body in the air.

Bernie's eyes lit up. He added more force to his hand. With a crisp cracking sound, his fist hit Arthur's left shoulder blade.

At the same time Bernie hit Arthur, Arthur's right hand formed into a claw shape and swung out like lightning, passing in front of Bernie's eyes.

Arthur was sent flying backward. A shrill scream sounded at the same time...