Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 31 Welcome to join
"Hahahahahahahahahaha"

A hearty laugh rang out, and Wells dusted himself off and stood up.

"Will, you're pretty good. You almost beat me."

Haven switched the wooden sword to his left hand, shook his slightly numb right hand, and realized that if he hadn't pulled the wooden sword back at the last moment to block Wells' attack, he would have been hit hard as well as he had hit Wells.

"Hahaha, Uncle Wells, you're pretty good too. I thought I was about to succeed."

Wells cracked his neck and smiled at Havent, saying:

"Kid, you're pretty good. Want to fight again?"

"So, did I pass?"

Wells slowly shook his head.
"No, child, although you are very good, you are still a child after all. I cannot be distracted by having someone protect you during the battle."

Hearing Wells's words, Haven curled his lip in disdain.
"Then continue. Uncle Wells, I won't hold back this time."

"Hahahaha, bring it on, Will, let me see what you're made of."

Having said that, he held his sword with both hands, half-stanced a horse stance facing Haven, his smile gradually disappearing, and a strong fighting spirit bursting from his eyes.

Bucky, watching his boss assume a fighting stance, whispered to his companion beside him:
"Boss is getting serious, tsk tsk. But this kid is really something. If you were up there, you'd probably be dead by now."

A member of the Gale Mercenary Team, hearing Bucky's complaints, elbowed him in the face.

"You're talking nonsense, as if you could beat them."

On the other side, after the numbness in his right hand disappeared, Haven switched back to his wooden sword, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, and squinted at Wells, who was now looking serious.

"Uncle Wells, keep up with my pace!"

A cloud of dust rose as Haven swung his wooden sword at a rapid strike, but Wells, who was already prepared, calmly parried Haven's attack.

After a few dull thuds, Wells looked at the helpless Haven and smiled.
"Will, now that your attack is over, it's my turn."

After saying that, he swept Haven away with a horizontal slash, then held the sword to his chest with both hands and launched a series of thrusts at Haven. However, unlike what Haven had expected, Haven did not panic when faced with his own attacks.

Haven handled his own attacks with remarkable ease, as if he had anticipated them.

Watching her dodge his attacks like a butterfly in flight, Wells grew increasingly alarmed and unconsciously quickened his pace.

"Yes, yes~ Uncle, hurry up, hurry up, faster!"

Seeing Wells' rhythm falter, a glint of shrewdness flashed in Havent's eyes.

After parrying Wells' attack once again, he closed in and delivered an elbow strike to the latter's chest.

Wells let out a muffled groan, his face quickly turning red. Havent, who had succeeded, raised his hand and delivered three swift and powerful slashes, forcing Wells to retreat continuously.

However, after using his wooden sword to withstand the three blows, Wells, with his strong physique, quickly regained his composure.

But it was clear that Haven was not going to let this opportunity slip by. Taking advantage of the opponent's wide-open defense, he delivered a powerful knee strike to Wells' stomach.

Instantly, the latter arched its back uncontrollably, like a boiled shrimp.

With a swift movement, Haven grabbed Wells' left shoulder, pulled him down forcefully, spun him around halfway, and leaped high into the air, his right hand wielding the wooden sword as it swiftly slashed towards Wells' back. A loud bang resounded.

Haven was thrown onto a thatched hut, struggled to his feet, and turned to look at his right hand, where only half of his hard pine sword remained.

"Hey, Uncle Wells, we made a deal, why are you going back on your word?"

Haven sat atop the thatched roof, shouting angrily at Wells below, who was radiating a pale yellow aura.

The latter gave Haven an awkward laugh and tossed the wooden sword aside.

"Hahahaha, subconscious, a subconscious reaction from my body. I must say, your swordsmanship is truly impressive. If that had been a real fight, I might already be a corpse. You win, Will."

After hearing the other party's explanation and admission that they had won, they stopped pressing the issue.

He jumped down from the thatched hut and gave Wells a swordsman's salute.

"No, no, the older man is more capable. I just took advantage of you without knowing it."

Wells looked at Havent with a sigh, then tossed back the wallet that had just contained 30 silver gros.

"Winning is winning. I'm really getting old. Maybe I should retire after this race."

After saying that, he took a badge out of his pants pocket and tossed it to Havent.
"Welcome to our team, kid."

Haven reached out and caught the badge; it was made of brass and featured an abstract depiction of a raging wind. After looking at it and finding nothing particularly special, he put it in his pocket.

"Thank you, Uncle Wells. It's a pleasure to join you. Consider this thirty silver gros as my treat for everyone to dinner."

Looking at the money bag back in his hands, Wells felt even more emotional.

"This child is simply..."

Seeing Haven's smiling eyes, Wells put the money pouch away.

“Let’s go, Will. Let’s rest inside for a while. When the rest of the team comes back, I’ll introduce you to them.”

Bardian Tavern

After a few drinks, the group quickly warmed up to each other, and at that moment, the team members who had gone out shopping returned.

Upon hearing that the little guy in front of him had defeated his boss in a swordsmanship competition, he was amazed. After all, his boss was a level 27 shield and swordsman, who was better at defense and counterattack.

But that doesn't mean a beginner can actually defeat an opponent of a higher level head-on; at least, they can't.

Although Havent maintained that it was just a coincidence that his style was better than the older man's, and that the older man had given him a lot of leeway in the match, which was why he won by sheer luck.

But Wells seemed completely unconcerned about his defeat. He had been a mercenary for over thirty years, and the hardships of life had long since robbed him of the impetuousness of his youth. Living and making money was more important than anything else.

Old Wells' current thought is to help the village lads earn some money while he can still walk, and hopefully, those who aren't married will find wives soon. That way, he can at least repay the village chief for taking care of him when he was a child.

Seeing Haven already integrated into his team and chatting and laughing, he tilted his head back and finished the stout in his glass.
'Youth is wonderful. Maybe I should retire in two more years. After this project, I should have enough money to build a nice stone house for Little Pai. Dakoman's daughter seems like a good mother.'

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