Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

However, the scene that the reserve knights expected did not occur, because Arthurs and Moshe had agreed not to use their own exclusive weapons.

This is also one of the basic requirements for practicing competitions, ensuring fairness in the use of equipment.

The two first did warm-up exercises, then chose their own weapons, and finally officially started practicing.

Most of the onlookers were reserve knights, and there were two people that Moshe was familiar with, the training grounds keeper Yidan and the mercenary captain Jack.

One of the hedgehog-haired youths looked to the side and saw a chubby figure. He asked in surprise, "Huh? Isn't this Doctor Ogg? Why are you here?"

In his impression, the doctor was very busy every day. He was responsible for managing the medical team of Fort McIntosh and preparing various therapeutic potions. He would only appear when a major accident occurred.

The time when Buzz was stabbed, it was Dr. Oger's...direct disciple who treated him.

Doctor Oger was surrounded by documents and materials. Hearing this, he wiped his sweat with a handkerchief and responded, "Master Arthurs asked me to come here. He said...something unexpected might happen?"

It's just practice, what kind of accident could happen? The hedgehog-haired young man was puzzled.

The knights are accustomed to sprains, abrasions, and some bumps on the body and have consciously excluded them from accidents.

"Hey, Oger." A casual and lazy voice sounded, and the mercenary captain Jack also came to say hello.

Dr. Ogg nodded politely, "Long time no see, Captain Jack."

"Jack! You are such an rude and barbaric fellow!" Edan rushed to Jack and shouted sternly, "Dr. Ogg saved half of your life, and you don't even use honorifics to address him? You are hopeless!"

"Why do you keep pestering me? It's just a name, a code name. A real man wouldn't care about these fake etiquettes."

"You are in Fort McIntosh, so you should follow the rules of Fort McIntosh!"

"I can't hear you, I can't hear you—"

"you!"

Doctor Oger smiled and said, "Mr. Idan, Captain Jack, the relationship between you two is still so good."

"Who has a good relationship with him?!"

"Who has a good relationship with him?!"

The two of them said in unison, staring at each other, then quickly turned their backs, as if to pretend that out of sight, out of mind.

The reserve knights moved silently away from the smoke-filled battlefield and focused their attention on the training process of the two young masters.

In the training ground, Arthurs and Moshe were ready and stood facing each other.

Arthurs saw the weapon in Moshe's hand and raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Can you use a spear?"

Moshe shook the gun barrel and answered truthfully: "I have used it once or twice."

I dare to use a weapon I have used once or twice to practice...

Arthurs looked serious, "Are you looking down on me?"

"No, I'm serious." After saying that, Mo Xie slowly turned his wrist, and the spear followed suit. Although the speed was very slow and it looked like it was about to slip out of his hand, it was hooked by those thin fingers and easily returned to the right track.

Suddenly, Moshe gripped the gun tightly and swung his arm forward. The metal tip of the gun turned into a smooth silver line, bringing up a sound of breaking wind, and finally stopped steadily in mid-air, with the tip pointing directly at Arthurs.

"Ohhh! Master Mo Xie is so handsome!"

"So Master Mo Xie can use a spear?"

"I'm so looking forward to it! What other abilities does Master Mo Xie have that we don't know about?"

That's enough, you guys who are easily bribed. Those are just fancy words and can't be used in actual combat at all.

Arthurs muttered to himself, while actively blocking out other noises and turning his gaze to the person in front of him.

This was the first time he had looked at Mo Xie carefully since the incident with the stone.

The boy with black hair and light brown eyes was obviously five years older than him, but the physical difference was not obvious.

The originally thin body became more well-proportioned and strong after a period of exercise.

His gun-holding posture was not standard, but it looked pleasing to the eye.

Stand with your feet naturally apart and your body straight, and your arms raised firmly without any shaking.

And the look in his eyes was indeed as he said, pure and serious, as if he could not feel anything else except the opponent in front of him.

Arthurs was holding a two-meter-long traditional lance in his hand and said in a deep voice, "Let's get started."

Let me see what it is about you that attracts them.

The lances rushed out, and dust flew up in an instant.

Mo Xie stood still and dodged slightly. The thick gun body brushed against his hair and passed by, leaving a strong smell of old wood and rust.

Yes, this is the specification of the classic lance.

From being almost indistinguishable from a lance in infantry combat to becoming a weapon specifically designed for horse combat, the lance has a design that is easier for the knight to control and balance, is made of a harder material, and can be up to six meters in length.

The spear that Arthurs chose looked very old. The wooden body of the spear was covered with mottled marks, the tip of the spear was deformed, and iron filings fell off with the rapid movement.

"How did Master Arthurs do it? The lance is so heavy, but he is so nimble."

"Could it be that the lance has been eaten away by insects?"

"Is there a possibility that Master Arthurs was born with supernatural powers..."

Arthurs launched another fierce attack.

He first used the wooden spike at the end of his lance to deflect Moshe's spear, then stepped back, twisted his upper body, and the lance rushed straight towards Moshe's chest like a cannonball.

This time Mo Xie did not dodge, but concentrated his mental strength, found the right moment to swung his spear, hit the lance and slowed it down. He grabbed the lance with one hand, raised the other arm and tucked it under his armpit.

Seeing this move, Arthurs immediately retracted his strength, stared at Mo Xie and shouted: "Are you crazy?!"

At the same time, there were gasps coming from the side of the martial arts training ground. The onlookers looked at the scene in disbelief, especially Dr. Oger, whose chubby body shook up and down, as if he was ready to rescue at any time.

Arthurs frowned, thinking that it was a wrong decision to let Moshe be a sparring partner.

No matter how worn out a lance is, it is still a large weapon known for its great power. If you rashly control the lance without armor or other protective measures, you will suffer minor scratches on your body or even damage your internal organs.

With this guy's physique, how could he be unharmed?

Unexpectedly, Mo Xie smiled slightly and said in a relaxed tone: "It's okay, don't worry."

"How can it be okay?" Arthur paused and said with a strange expression, "I'm not worried about you!"

What kind of cheesy words is this guy saying? he thought.

The dangerous action of clamping the spear without protection only lasted for a few seconds. Mo Xie slowly restrained his smile, exerted force on his feet, and the spear rubbed forward along the body of the lance.

After a sharp sound, two guns collided suddenly. The distance was so close that they could feel each other's breathing.

"Is a lance just a lance?" Mo Xie asked softly.

Arthurs raised his head slightly and looked at his reflection in his eyes.

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