The Earl of Casper didn't know how heavy the door panel was, but he knew that when he was installed, he could only hold up and use up hundreds of people to use up all kinds of tools and waste their power.

Just rely on the power of one person to lift up...Is this the power of human beings?

At this moment, his cheeks twitched suddenly, and his heart was undoubtedly cold to the bottom of the valley, and even the red wine glass in his hand was not feeling.

The entire square was silent, and Gray walked forward step by step, leaving a deep footprint on each step. The door panel was shaking, looking like it would fall at any time. The residents retreated in horror and took the initiative to give way out an aisle.

The eighth level of giant power technique is a third-level magic that reaches the level of a master. In fact, Gray can add another level to the ninth level. In that case, he will definitely not shake again when carrying the door panel, but he may accidentally let his bones be crushed together with his armor.

After all, the auxiliary magic of the lich is generally not used to impose it on oneself.

After stepping on the fence blocking in front of him, Gray finally walked to the middle of the venue and put down the door panel heavily. In everyone's fearful eyes, he inserted it like a tombstone.

Everyone looked at it quietly, watching Gray move left and right by herself until she is satisfied. Watch Gray wrap the thick iron chain on her body, and then climb up little by little. Watch Gray climb to the top of the "tombstone" and stand.

The silver moon quietly poked out from behind the clouds, and the moonlight shone down, shining on Gray's back, embedding the shadow on the ground, covering his opponent.

At this moment, the distortion of his opponent's facial expression was beyond words.

"Can you start?" Gray looked at the emcee.

The emcee was startled and said quickly: "Yes, it's okay to start!"

Before the emcee could finish speaking, Gray's opponent had already thrown the weapon in his hand to the ground with a "clang".

"I, surrender."

Suddenly, earth-shaking cheers rang out in the square. Everyone was applauding and everyone was shouting.

Grey clearly hadn't done anything, but he was clearly the winner of tonight again. No one doubted this, even Earl Casper. Everything seemed to have been rehearsed. At the end of the script, the protagonist of the story finally appeared, pushing the atmosphere to the climax.

What else can you do besides surrender? I'm afraid no one here thinks that he can survive after being wiped by someone who can carry the big iron gate alone?

With the departure of Casper's Knight, the new opponent was pushed forward, but the newcomer threw away his weapon without hesitation. From beginning to end, Earl Casper didn't even have the confidence to question it, but just sat in his own position, opened his eyes wide and watched quietly. The hand was trembling slightly, and the wrinkles on his face were twisted into a ball.

"No! I don't want to fight him!"

"I can't beat him! It's impossible for anyone to beat him!"

"What a joke..."

The remaining knights of Earl Casper were shirking each other.

The audience shouted one after another, and the girls shouted hoarsely for the newly emerging knight and patted their palms red. They didn't even know what the person was named or what he looked like. His existence was like the shadow he left on the sand at this moment, so mysterious.

"Who is this person? Where did it come from? What's his name?" The profiteers who sold rumors asked around, but found nothing. This obviously entered their blind spot.

Yilin froze all over.

Halls froze.

Abby Robles also froze.

Mike struggled to sit up from the haystack that he had temporarily prepared for him and looked in horror.

Pas, who was bandaged, whistled: "Yo, it seems we have picked up a God of War."

"Isn't this the fool who came to join today?" Standing among the crowd, two soldiers, one tall and one short, who were guarding the gate today, muttered in a low voice.

"Coward! Coward! Coward! Coward!"

No more Casper's knights entered the field, and the audience had already started to stir.

"Let me think of a solution!" Earl Casper turned around and roared at the butler.

The housekeeper rolled and crawled down, but after discussing for a long time, he could only run back and tell Earl Casper: "No knight is willing to fight, they would rather give up their knight title than fight. Unless... Horse War. There may be a chance if it is Horse War."

"Horse battle?"

"Yes, horse fight."

The housekeeper opened his eyes wide and looked at Earl Casper, sweating profusely.

Will the other party choose a horse battle? Obviously not. Then, do you have to break the rules by yourself? It seems that there is no other way to go.

Holding the handrail, he slowly stood up and whispered: "This knight, your power has already amazed us. As the organizer of the competition, I, Earl Casper, can't wait to see your horsemanship and wonder if your horsemanship is as amazing and admirable as your power."

"Mark war?" Yilin reacted immediately, stood up and walked to the front of the stage, and retorted loudly: "Earl Casper, the rules we have agreed on seem to be decided by the winner of the horse war or the infantry war?"

"Yes, but if you don't agree with the horse war, my people will not go to fight. No one will go to fight, then this competition will continue forever and there will never be a winner."

"you!"

"Horse battle! Horse battle! Horse battle! Horse battle!" Earl Casper's knights shouted in unison.

"Scammer! Scammer! Scammer!" However, the booed audience quickly drowned them.

Earl Casper was obviously guilty, but he still held on and refused to give in.

Yilin clenched her teeth, but she could do nothing.

"That..." Gray, who was still standing on the "tombstone", raised his hand: "Can I ask a question?"

"You ask."

"If I agree to the horse war, can you send all the knights out to fight me?"

"All..." Yilin didn't react for a moment.

"All? You mean, all the rest are coming together?"

"Yes, that's what I mean. I'm afraid you won't go out to fight again in a while, so I might not be able to get enough fifty ones." Gray said seriously.

"May God bless you! Brave Knight, your request was answered!" Earl Casper was instantly ecstatic.

"Are you crazy?" Yilin went crazy in an instant: "You want to challenge forty-eight knights at the same time?"

"No, can't it?" Grey asked aggrievedly. He just wanted a knight title, and was really worried about an accident. After all, the lord didn't seem to be trustworthy.

"You asked me if I can? Do you think I didn't lose fast enough?" At this moment, Yilin didn't even want her image, so she just wanted to go up and slap Gray twice in the face.

"Hey hey hey, niece, how did you know that he will lose? Shouldn't you be happy that your knight is so brave? How can you stop him from showing his bravery?" Earl Casper couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Go together! Go together! Go together! Go together!" The people who watched the fun and did not bother to cheer again.

"As a lord, you must know how to listen to the voices of the people." Kasper said with a smile.

With waves of sounds after wave, Yilin could only sit back on the chair in anger.

Halls was already dumbfounded and quickly turned around and roared at Pass, "Is this friend in his mind wrong?"

"Yes." Pas answered without hesitation. In fact, he felt so.

This time, Halls was even more stupid. Unfortunately, he had no way to stop the situation from continuing to develop.

"All the knights go into battle!" the master shouted loudly.

Soon, all forty-eight knights appeared on the field on horseback. They were so dark that they were like a whole cavalry team... Is this still a competition?

The originally spacious competition venue looked a little crowded.

The audience was so happy that Elyn, Halls, and Abby Robles were extremely nervous.

Will miracles happen? Can miracles happen twice a day?

Gray calmly climbed down from the top of the "tombstone", untied the iron chain tied to his body, and patted the soil on his body.

On the other side, more than a dozen people worked together to pull the screaming bone horse out of the corner and push it onto the field.

Walking to the side of the bone horse, Grey gently stroked the bone horse's back and whispered a few words in its ear, and the bone horse gradually calmed down.

Riding on his horse, Grey walked swaying towards the center of the field, holding a very cheap sword in his hand, without even a shield.

The battle between the forty-eight is about to begin, and the knights on the opposite side are ready to go.

Halls hesitated whether to give Gray his spear and shield.

"Grey! Grey! Grey! Grey!" Gray's name was finally leaked through the mercenary group, and the audience on the field finally had a shouting name.

Grey raised the long sword in his hand high, instantly pushing the atmosphere to the peak.

With a spear raised, the knights of Earl Casper quickly lined up. Forty-eight spears sprinted at the same time, which meant that Gray could not have room for dodging.

However, the audience in the square did not think so. They believed that this mysterious knight who came to the god must have a solution, otherwise he would not have proposed such a competition.

With the archer shouting loudly, the last game officially began.

Gray took the lead and rushed out, the speed was as fast as a gust of wind. He held the long sword and the knight standing in front of the other party slashed down with one sword!

All this happened so quickly that neither the opponent nor the audience had reacted.

Immediately afterwards, something incredible happened. Grey's sword bounced away. Yes, because the opponent's armor was too hard and he didn't hold it properly, the sword bounced away from his hand and spun out, spinning a few times in the sky, and finally pierced not far behind Grey.

The amaze that was originally at his mouth was held back by the audience, and everyone looked at it quietly with their eyes wide open.

Watching Gray ride around the horse, running to the landing point of the sword, then he was struggling.

"What is he doing?" someone from the opponent asked in a low voice.

"He...his sword fell, his hand was not long enough to pick it up."

"Can't pick it up?"

"Yes. He can't dismount, even if he dismounts, he loses. So, he has no weapons!"
To be continued...