My Doomsday Simulator Game.

Chapter 137 Chapter 136 Battle with the First Generation

Chapter 137 136. Battle with the First Generation

"Mr. Scott."

Yang Minyi strode into the spacious training ground.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your teaching."

"The teachers heard about you and want to meet with you."

Su Hong stopped and looked at Yang Minyi opposite him. He crossed his arms and said calmly, "Meet me?"

"What's the matter?"

It would take a few more minutes for the first generation of knights to arrive at the training ground, so Yang Minyi had no choice but to continue chatting.

"To be honest, I have asked the teachers for advice, but they don't seem to know you exist."

Su Hong chuckled and said, "Of course Xu Huaqing and the others don't know."

"If we go by seniority, I should be of the same generation as your teacher."

"If we go by age, I might be younger than you."

"Ah?" Anna opened her mouth slightly. In her impression, the mysterious knight always wore a helmet and had a hoarse voice. She thought this lord should be as old as the first knight.

Even Yang Minyi couldn't believe it, "Senior, you are not kidding."

Su Hong said calmly: "I am the last disciple of the Lord of the Temple. My talent can be said to be much higher than Li Pu's."

Who is Lip? He is the strongest among the first generation of knights, but he is actually called by his name by this mysterious knight.

Yang Minyi was shocked and began to think about the relationship between Lip and the knight.

It was already outrageous enough that Lip was able to defeat three sword masters in his middle age, but he didn't expect that there was an even more evil genius in another Knights Templar.

is this real?
Yang Minyi's mind was in a mess for a moment, but in order to delay time, he still forced himself to remain calm and asked, "Excuse me, what is your relationship with Senior Li Pu?"

Su Hong smiled. Of course he had nothing to do with Li Pu.

It is estimated that he was not born when this old man disappeared.

But this did not prevent him from borrowing the influence of the Lord of the Temple.

"Lip should be considered my senior brother, of course, I have never met him."

"The junior brother of the Lord of the Temple?" Yang Minyi's body trembled. Although he did not dare to confirm the identity of this knight so rashly, he attached great importance to him in his heart.

If there really is another Knights Templar, and this knight is really Junior Brother Li Pu, it is undoubtedly good news for the Knights Templar.

Now is the end of the world, everyone is in danger, even the Knights Templar can hardly protect themselves, let alone follow the will of their predecessors to eliminate the chaos.

If a genius capable of suppressing the times appears in the Knights Templar, they will be able to face the end of the world more calmly, and perhaps there is hope to completely eliminate the disaster and usher in a new era.

"The junior fellow of the first great knight?"

Anna stood there, her face blank.

She suddenly realized that the mysterious knight who had taken a fancy to her might be even more powerful than the first generation knight she admired.

"But what does the Lord see in me?"

Thinking of this, her face became even more confused.

Just as the atmosphere gradually fell into a subtle silence, medical staff pushed four wheelchairs into the training ground. Sitting in the wheelchairs were the four first-generation knights.

"Teacher." Yang Minyi greeted him.

"Stop, leave first."

Xu Huaqing nodded slightly to Yang Minyi, then called the medical staff away and his eyes fell on Su Hong.

"Sir, are you a Knight Templar?"

"That's right." Su Hong's body stood like a mountain, giving people a heavy feeling of oppression.

Xu Huaqing said in a deep voice: "Sir, it's not that we don't trust you, but it's better to be careful during special times." "We old guys would like to have a discussion with you. What do you think?"

Su Hong chuckled, "I heard there is a sword master among you?"

"Just right, let me see how big the gap is between Sword Saint and Sword Saint."

"Arrogant." Martin's face was gloomy and he was about to pick up the knight's sword and stand up.

Xu Huaqing reached out to stop him and shook his head slightly.

"Let me do it." Levi stood up and said with a hearty laugh, "Young man, even though I am just a bag of bones left, I have not forgotten much of my swordsmanship. At least I can still bear the title of Sword Saint."

"Why don't we have a sparring match?"

Under the gaze of everyone, the bald Levi stood up from the wheelchair. The moment he grasped the scabbard, his aura suddenly changed, from a kind and funny old man to a sharp sword.

"Is this the first generation knight? So powerful..." Anna murmured.

Su Hong smiled slightly, "Not bad momentum."

He gripped the hilt of the sword, his movements casual and relaxed, but his aura didn't change much.

Before Yang Minyi could sense anything, Levi whispered, "Your way is different from mine."

"You are strong."

The reason why he said Su Hong was very strong was not because he had the ability to see through disasters.

It was because of Su Hong's calmness that ordinary people would be frightened just by facing his aura. Even masters of swordsmanship would feel uneasy and restless.

Only a fool who cannot see the situation clearly can be so carefree and relaxed.

But was the knight in front of him a fool? Obviously not.

This is enough to explain why Yang Minyi was defeated the day before yesterday.

They guessed correctly, this man was indeed a genuine sword master.

Levi drew out his sword and held it with both hands. His eyes were sharp and his skinny muscles swelled up like a balloon at this moment.

"When you draw your sword, you face life and death. You are trembling with fear, as if you were on a battlefield. Did you realize your Dao while strolling in a garden? You don't have any sharpness at all."

The old man growled, his arm vibrating, and where the sword flashed, the sharp edge tore through the floor and wall, even slicing off a strand of Anna's red hair.

Su Hong held the sword horizontally in front of him, like a towering tree growing in the center of the flood, easily dividing the raging flood.

He said calmly: "I told you that there are differences among sword masters."

"The gap between you and me cannot be made up by momentum."

"Hahaha, I'll have to watch out for it then."

The old man stepped on the floor and rushed towards Su Hong like a cannonball.

"Qiang!"

The two swords collided, sparks flew everywhere, illuminating the cold helmet and Levi's face.

The next second, both of them seemed to have anticipated each other's actions. In the pupils of Yang Minyi and Anna, Su Hong's arms and swords turned into afterimages, leaving only the thunder-like collision sound that continued to echo.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Not only did the speed of the two sword-swingings not slow down, but it kept getting faster and faster, and even the movements of their whole bodies were difficult to see clearly.

The speed of the brain's thinking gradually could not keep up with the instinctive actions. He caught the sword and swung the sword completely at will, and the sharp aura tore everything apart.

Wherever the two fought, the training ground turned into a deep plowed pit with wood chips flying everywhere.

"The swordsmanship he used does have some influence from the Templars' swordsmanship," Xu Huaqing said in a deep voice.

Martin gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. "But that doesn't prove that he is a Templar, does it?"

(End of this chapter)

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