Section 9: The turn of the peak

Seeing Marquis Franz pierced the artery of the neck by Sir Ludwig, the noble Marquis lay on the ground for a moment and stopped struggling because the blood from his neck poured into the trachea. He had not even had time to wait for the doctor to arrive.

"Sir Schwab, Lord." Chen Jun knew that he had no way out. Just as he rode on a horse under the service of the dwarf Rude, Coro's voice came from behind him.

"What's wrong? Sir Koro." Chen Jun turned around and asked, and Koro and Liugude looked at Chen Jun worriedly.

"You have to be careful, you are facing Ludwig, the Demon Mountain. Many heroic knights died at his hands. If you really can't win, just surrender. It has nothing to do with honor."

"Thank you for your reminder, but I won't admit defeat." Chen Jun nodded and expressed his gratitude to them, then took out the crystal neck pendant he wore on his neck and gently kissed the neck pendant. In the sunlight, the neck pendant emitted a light red and strange color, but Chen Jun, who was in a tense state of fighting, did not notice it. He put the neck pendant back to his chest.

The marquis' body was taken away in the field, leaving nothing but blood on the ground. The messenger asked Chen Jun and Sir Ludwig to ride on their horses in their own position, waiting for the order.

"That person named Schwab will be killed by Sir Ludwig." Looking at Sir Ludwig who was like a half-iron tower in the field, on the other side was Chen Jun, who was relatively thin, and neither Chen Jun's armor nor the horse under his crotch were as good as the marquis just now, let alone Chen Jun had no reputation. People had already determined in their hearts that Chen Jun would be killed by Sir Ludwig.

"Oh, he won't be in trouble, right?" Seeing Chen Jun appearing on the field, Mary grabbed the wooden railing handrail with fear. She was worried that the melancholy knight would be killed by Sir Ludwig.

Everyone was watching the game in the field, either praying for Chen Jun, or looking forward to a wonderful game.

"The competition begins." The messenger waved the square flag in his hand with an order. Sir Ludwig impatiently drove away the horse under his crotch. The horse raised the dust high and rushed towards Chen Jun. The messenger hurriedly avoided the side.

"Hold it." Chen Jun put on his helmet, looked at his opponent through the small cross hole in the helmet mask, and charged forward with a horse's belly. Chen Jun held the shield depicting the Empire Eagle and ran away with a heavy rifle.

Through the cross hole, Chen Jun saw the shaking ground and his opponent. During the high-speed charge, it was very difficult to accurately stab the carriage gun at the opponent. Sir Ludwig took the carriage gun when he was ten steps away from Chen Jun. He was preparing to use speed to let the carriage gun directly hit Chen Jun.

The moment the two of them were wrong, Chen Jun tried his best to clamp the rifle tightly under his armpit. The rifle hit Sir Ludwig's body and became shattered, but Sir Ludwig, who had a huge body, did not take this attack at all, and his body remained motionless.

At this time, Sir Ludwig hit Chen Jun's shield with a carbine. The shield was smashed with a carbine under Sir Ludwig's strange power.

When Chen Jun's shield was shattered, he felt like something was hitting his abdomen. He felt a vomiting feeling was pressed down by Chen Jun. Chen Jun was powerlessly taken to the other side by his horse.

"It's so miserable. Without a shield, the next attack will be fatal." People exclaimed for Chen Jun's concern. According to the rules of the game, the carriage can be applied at will, but if the shield is crushed, it will not be replaced. Chen Jun can only use his body to greet the opponent's high-speed attack in the second game. Many people can no longer bear to watch.

"Sir, abstain from the power." The dwarf Ruod said to Chen Jun worriedly. He didn't want his master to die in such a game.

"I heard that you defeated Baron Albrecht." As Chen Jun took off his helmet and gasped, Sir Ludwig, a horse riding over and said, with a cruel smile on his face.

"Do you know Baron Albrecht?" Chen Jun asked hurriedly without caring about his physical discomfort. Sir Ludwig, the Demon Mountain, burst into laughter.

"It seems you just won the Baron by luck, and I heard that he killed your woman."

"You haven't answered me yet." Chen Jun said angrily.

"I'll tell you when you have your life, haha." Sir Ludwig, the Demon Mountain, laughed and turned his horse to his position. Chen Jun's lungs were almost blown up. The clue he had been looking for was right in front of him, but he was not his opponent.

"Master, it's time to give up now."

"Never." Chen Jun put on his helmet and changed into a rifle again, clamping the rifle under his arm, waiting for the commander's order.

"Start." The messenger waved the flag again and hid aside immediately.

Chen Jun clamped the belly of the horse hard and rushed towards Sir Ludwig, who grinned and threw away the shield in his hand and pointed the carbine at Chen Jun's left shoulder. This time, before Chen Jun's carbine hit Sir Ludwig, the opponent's carbine was hit on the left arm of the opponent's carbine. The impact force stabbed the plate armor on the arm, and the carbine was folded into two sections.

Chen Jun felt a piercing pain in his left arm, which almost made him faint from the horse, but the hatred of the baron kept him awake. Chen Jun threw away the horse rifle and tried hard to grab the reins with his right hand. Although it shook very hard, he finally did not fall from the horse.

"Enough, my friend, you will die if you have another moment." Koro grabbed Chen Junma's reins and said to him. Chen Jun shook his head and firmly picked up a rifle again.

"Should we stop the game?" Seeing the tragic situation on the court, the Duke frowned and said to Yas Miya.

"No, sir, stopping the game at this time will damage your prestige." Looking at Chen Jun who was stabbed twice in a row in the field, Yas's mouth showed a cold smile.

"Sir Ludwig scored three points and Sir Schwab scored zero points." The messenger announced that Chen Jun knew that there was still this last game. If he could not knock the opponent off the horse, he would lose the game.

"Rode, Rude." Chen Jun called his servant. The short Rude hurried to his master. Chen Jun said weakly, "Tie the rifle to my arm, and the pain made me unable to grasp it."

"No, master." The dwarf Rued shook his head and retreated. He knew that if Chen Jun was allowed to continue fighting, he would definitely end up with Marquis Franz.

"You must obey my orders, and I am still your master now."

"But master, you will die." The dwarf Ruod said with a pale face. How he wished that he and Chen Jun had never participated in the competition.

"You don't understand, I have to win this game." Chen Jun said firmly. The short man Ruode had to tie Chen Jun's arm and the rifle together with a cloth strip with tears in his eyes.

"Very good, let me fight again." Chen Jun gritted his teeth and raised the rifle in his hand hard. He stared at the opposite side of the magic mountain, Sir Ludwig, who was in a magnificent battle. The victory or defeat was decided here.

"Start." When the messenger's flag fell again, Chen Jun rushed out with a fierce crack in his horse's belly. At this time, there was no other feeling in his heart except hatred for the baron. Only repeated victory could he take revenge.

"Traveling on all enemies." Sir Ludwig, the Demon Mountain, straightened his rifle and shouted out the family war horn. He was determined to insert the rifle into Chen Jun's throat and let Chen Jun die slowly in the wail.

"The horse of the grass and mud." Chen Jun roared loudly. He plucked up his last strength, stood up from the stirrup, and stretched his rifle forward as much as possible.

But when he was about to confront Sir Ludwig of Demon Mountain, Chen Jun seemed to have exhausted his power. Chen Jun gritted his teeth and begged for the last power in his heart. Just as the rifle was about to fall from his arms, a faint red suddenly emanated from Chen Jun's chest. Chen Jun felt a strange force spread from his chest to the surroundings, and the lost divine power seemed to return to Chen Jun. Although he didn't know what was going on, Chen Jun, who was overjoyed, grabbed the rifle and shrank backwards and hit Sir Ludwig of Demon Mountain with all his strength.

Chen Jun's carbine accurately hit Sir Ludwig's head on the Demon Mountain. Sir Ludwig, who didn't care at first, suddenly felt that he seemed to be hit by a big rock weighing dozens of tons.

"Wow." Sir Ludwig, who screamed in pain, felt the sky spinning. His huge body could not withstand the opponent's blow and flew up from the horse. His body rolled in the air strangely and then fell heavily to the ground. Thick dust spread from under him more than a foot high to the surroundings. Chen Jun's rifle that hit Sir Ludwig's Demon Mountain became shattered.

"Wow." The audience and referees around saw this scene incredibly. After tens of seconds, the entire venue became jubilant. This was an incredible miracle. A knight who was already in desperate situation knocked away his powerful opponent. Is there anything more exciting than this?

"Oh, my god, my god, he won." Mary, who was originally worried about Chen Jun, was ecstatic. The scene of turning around made people completely crazy.

“Shwab.”

"Shwab." In the venue, people began to shout Chen Jun's name in this era. In their opinion, a knight who was attached to God was born.

But at this time, Chen Jun was not happy. The mysterious divine power quickly disappeared after knocking down Sir Ludwig, and Chen Jun, who lost his divine power again, was extremely upset. He thought about that moment carefully and suddenly remembered the faint red light that appeared on his chest. Chen Jun immediately took out his crystal neck pendant, and saw many red glowing words appearing on the crystal neck pendant. The strange words disappeared into the crystal moment after emitting light, as if they had never appeared before.
Chapter completed!