Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

The knights and mages of the Royal Knights had long heard of the talents of the young master of the McIntosh family.

While other children got up early and went to bed late, working hard to improve their physical fitness, the young master relied on his extraordinary strength to knock down ferocious monsters with just three or two punches; while other children worked day and night, practicing magic, the young master accidentally passed by a burning forest, and without any chanting, he directly skipped classes and summoned a cloud of ice in the air, and the raging flames were extinguished in an instant, without even a spark left.

So the knights and mages, the two indispensable camps of the army, had a long-unseen quarrel, and the central question was "Will Master McIntosh choose to be a knight or a mage?"

The knights and mages present had carried out large-scale missions and participated in plane battles. In short, they had all seen the world. But now, seeing the weapon in the young master's hand, their eyes lit up, and they were eager to communicate with others, but they had to maintain the serious image of a knight.

It was a lance, pitch black and slender, with a sharp tip and a golden cross-shaped mark engraved on the guard.

It was no wonder they were so excited, because Lancers were so rare. In actual combat, Lancers usually charged their mounts at the enemy, pointed their lances at the enemy when approaching, and then used the charge bonus to stab the enemy to death.

The fighting style of dismounting from the mount and holding the lance alone has extremely high requirements on the knight's strength and physical skills. Not only do they have to transform themselves into the lance, but they also have to add more powerful force to move freely on the battlefield and exert the power to the limit.

There are only three known beasts that can be tamed as mounts: the giant black wolf, the blue lightning horse, and the swift bird. The wildness in their bones cannot be completely erased, and they will attack indiscriminately when they are emotionally excited. There are very few spearmanship books handed down from ancient times, and no spear knight has reached the title level, so they cannot serve as mentors to teach spearmanship.

They had also tried countless times to create their own spearmanship, but unfortunately they all ended in failure. As a result, the presence of the spear knights gradually decreased, and they were rarely seen in the Knights.

And now, the rising star of the Rekton Kingdom, the future heir of the McIntosh family, has actually chosen a gun as his main weapon. What a sensation this will cause in the kingdom!

"It seems that you want to become a knight." Garrett said, his wish coming true.

"Yes, just like my father." Arthurs nodded seriously and then assumed a fighting stance.

Everyone understood. Yes, the Marquis of Mackintosh was a great lord, so it was only natural for the son to inherit his father's business.

After the conversation, the two stood still, their eyes meeting in the air, as if they were both waiting for the right opportunity to attack.

Sigrdrifa found a piece of grass to sit down, put her long arms around Baz and held him in her arms, staring at the boy with her red eyes without blinking.

Suddenly, Arthurs moved, like an arrow that had been accumulating power for a long time and shot out quickly, causing dust to fly and sand to splash everywhere.

Seeing the golden shadow approaching from afar, Garrett blocked the arrow that came through the wind with his backhand, and the spine of the sword hit Arthurs' shoulder.

Arthurs reacted quickly, bending his legs slightly, shifting his center of gravity, and raising his arm to hold the lance horizontally to block the attack. He did not rush to pull away, but took advantage of Garrett's downward force to quickly straighten his arm and change the direction of the lance tip. While dodging the blade sideways, the guard disk hit Garrett's elbow joint.

Garrett seemed to have anticipated this change in attack, and his arm quickly retracted, with his wrist bending in an incredible way to defend with the sword. With a crisp sound of metal collision, Arthurs was repelled by the clever force, and looked at the twisted wrist in surprise.

Is that an action that a human body can perform?

After being surprised, he quickly calmed down and scanned the tall figure of the opponent. There was a gap in strength, experience and skills, so how to break his block was the primary problem.

Fake moves don't work, they're too easy to see through. Due to the height limit, it's hard to expand the attack range above the shoulders, and combo attacks can't be performed. What about blocking and counterattacking? No, the strength is a little lacking.

Then all that's left is...

An idea gradually formed in his mind, and Arthurs changed his gun to his left hand and approached quickly as he did at the beginning.

This move once again sparked discussion among the Knights.

"Looking at the natural trajectory, I can't quite tell his dominant hand."

"Genius, he is a true genius!"

“What was I doing when I was ten…”

Garrett's defense was impeccable. His flexible joints allowed him to swing the sword freely in his hand. His arms swung with minimal amplitude, as easily as if he was playing with a child.

The opponent was indeed a child, a child not even as tall as his waist.

Arthurs didn't have many ways to attack, and the parts he could target were limited, so he quickly figured out how to hold the gun with his left hand, and every attack was perfectly blocked.

The change happened in a breath. After the attack on Garrett's waist was blocked by his backhand, Arthurs did not hold the lance tightly, but let it fall out of his hand, raised his leg and hooked it with the instep, then kicked it hard into the air.

Garrett, who was used to this kind of tempting action, was about to stop and use his arms to counter Arthurs' bare fists, but he didn't expect that he would retract his attack in an instant, and his arms hit the air. The golden head was only half a finger away from him, and it shot up like a magic missile.

Garrett leaned back to avoid the fist coming straight at his face, intending to use his old trick to repel him with his cleverness.

That's it.

Arthurs took advantage of the situation and grabbed Garrett's strong arms. He exerted his core strength, turned over and spun in the air, stretched out his legs to hook the lance and swung it towards Garrett's head.

It's a pity that the intention is still too obvious. Garrett thought so, turned his wrist slightly, and raised the sword within the maximum distance.

——Qiang!

The gauntlet disc hit the sword and was instantly bounced away.

At this time, the figure who had just landed jumped high, bent his arms backwards, and stretched from his fingertips to the base of his palms into a hard straight line, concentrating all his strength in the palms, like a bow that had accumulated power to its limit.

--call out!

The young knight tilted his head slightly, and the black long sword flew past his ear and pierced into the ground with a sound of breaking wind. When the dust settled, a few strands of hair slowly fell to the ground.

"You win." Garrett put away his posture and said with a smile. He threw away ineffective ideas, set up numerous baits, and created opportunities. Finally, he used his rich combat experience to counterattack and bring the contest to an end.

"Thank you for your advice." Arthurs said with a stern face, walked over with his gun and gently touched his sword.

Garrett stood still from beginning to end, without moving an inch. The calluses on his left knuckles were thick, like small hillocks, indicating that he was left-handed.

But he was holding the sword in his right hand just now.

I'm still a long way from here, Arthur thought silently.

the other side.

"Dorin, a first-class wizard from the White Star Team of the Royal Knights of Renekton." The woman looked very young, no more than twenty years old. She had a tall figure, fair skin, and spoke in a soft voice. She did not look like a wizard with powerful magic at all.

"Euphemia McIntosh, a student of the elementary department of the Royal Academy of Renekton." The girl standing opposite her was wearing a light uniform and had an elegant and generous posture. Her long light golden hair fell like a waterfall, soft, fine, smooth and shiny, and fluttered in the wind. She seemed to feel that the sunlight was a bit dazzling, so she lowered her eyes, and her long and thick eyelashes half covered her clear and bright blue eyes.

"Elementary school? I remember that you can only enter at the age of twelve."

"You're not mistaken, but there are exceptions to everything."

“What was I doing when I was ten…”

A lady with impeccable appearance and manners. Although Doreen had heard many descriptions of this lady, she couldn't help but sigh when she saw her with her own eyes.

"Excuse me, what magic are you good at?" Unlike Garrett, Doreen wanted to explain the content and rules clearly before the sparring began.

"Acting." Euphemia said very naturally, almost without thinking, "or writing a script."