The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, the Holy Light Sword you requested is sold out."

The female receptionist bent down and sincerely apologized.

"Isn't that right?"

The sharp-eyed girl immediately noticed that the knights were carrying the Holy Light Sword.

"I'm sorry, those holy swords have already been bought by that gentleman."

As the receptionist spoke, she pointed in the direction where Ron was sitting.

Following the other person's gaze, the girl saw a well-dressed gentleman sitting on a sofa, looking at her with a deep gaze.

"understood."

The girl didn't say much, nor did she utter any strange or outrageous remarks.

He turned to leave, preparing to go to the next place to ask again.

Ron, who felt the other person looked familiar, didn't let the opportunity pass. He needed to at least know the other person's name and confirm some things.

So he stood up and called out to the other person:

"Madam, please wait."

Chapter 55: Sparring with the Future Female Sword Saint, Jeanne d'Arc! This woman is very strong!

The girl, who was about to leave, stopped when a voice called out to her from behind.

She turned around and looked at the man who walked up to her with her emerald green eyes.

She didn't speak, but waited quietly for the other person to explain why they had called her.

"Let me introduce myself, Leonard Ron, a pioneer lord."

When you want to know someone's name, you only need to introduce yourself, and the other person will usually give their own name as well.

Ron smiled and extended his hand, his expression serious and his movements gentlemanly.

"Joan of Arc, swordswoman."

The girl reached out and lightly touched the other person's hand before immediately withdrawing it.

Her expression didn't change much; she seemed unwilling to have much contact with the man in front of her, only introducing herself out of politeness.

"Your name is Joan of Arc?"

Ron's pupils contracted when he heard the name.

No wonder she looked familiar; it turns out she's the female sword saint who will one day single-handedly drive the undead race to flee the continent.

This event happened two years later. Joan of Arc at that time looked very young and did not have the domineering aura of defeating an army with a single sword two years later.

"you know me?"

Joan of Arc scrutinized the man before her, still finding him unfamiliar and unable to recall where she had seen him before.

"I don't know you, but I've heard some of your stories."

Ron calmly started making things up;

"I heard that you have practiced swordsmanship since you were a child and have a deep understanding of swordsmanship."

He knew that Joan of Arc was obsessed with swordsmanship.

If it weren't for this, there probably wouldn't be such domineering swordsmanship in later generations.

"I just like it."

Joan of Arc didn't want to get entangled with the man in front of her, so she decided to end the conversation there. She needed to buy a Holy Light Sword to practice with back home.

The reason she chose the Holy Light Sword is because she possesses a bloodline inheritance, the blood of the Holy Spirit.

This is why she was able to make rapid progress in her strength within two years, becoming an unparalleled female sword saint.

Besides his obsession with swordsmanship, he also benefits from the power of his bloodline.

Otherwise, if he were a mortal, he would never have been able to defeat the undead race on his own.

"Since you are proficient in swordsmanship, it just so happens that I also have quite a bit of knowledge about swordsmanship."

Seeing that the other person was about to leave, Ron gave a reason to make them stay;

"Since you happen to want to buy the Holy Light Sword, how about we have a duel? If you win, the Holy Light Sword will be the winner's prize."

As Ron said this, his eyes shone with confidence;

"how?"

Under normal circumstances, Joan of Arc would never fight back against provocations from others.

But today was different. The man in front of her wasn't provoking her; his eyes revealed admiration.

In addition, she also wanted to see the opponent's strength, and if she won, she could get the Holy Light Sword.

Why not!

"no problem."

Joan of Arc nodded and accepted the bet;

"If you win, you can take one thing from me."

In her view, since it is a bet, both parties need to be equal.

Since I can obtain the Holy Light Sword if I win, then the other party should also receive something if they win.

"Ok, deal."

Ron readily agreed, already planning what he would take from the other party after winning.

"Sir, Madam, if you wish to spar, you can go to the backyard, where the shop owner usually practices. You can use wooden swords to spar there."

The female receptionist next to me tactfully suggested a suitable location.

"it is good."

Ron nodded and followed the female receptionist into the backyard.

Although Lucia couldn't understand what these humans were saying, she knew one thing: stick close to the lord.

Joan of Arc didn't hesitate either; she went into the backyard and casually picked up a wooden sword.

"Mr. Ron, what are the rules for this sparring match?"

"There are no rules, you can use your swordsmanship to the fullest."

Ron wasn't worried about Joan of Arc using a wooden sword.

After all, it possesses more than twice the three-dimensional attributes of an ordinary holy knight, and can also heal itself when injured.

Ron wanted to test the current strength of this future female swordswoman.

"understood."

Joan of Arc saw absolute confidence in her opponent's eyes, which ignited her fighting spirit.

She wanted to see if the man in front of her was just bluffing or if he truly had the ability.

"let's start."

Without further ado, Ron gripped his longsword tightly with both hands, thus beginning the sparring match.

Unlike in the movies, where strong swordsmen fight, they stand still, looking for each other's weaknesses.

In a real battlefield, if you stand still, you won't be able to spot any flaws.

Only through constant slashing and attacking can one find the enemy's weakness and then deliver a fatal blow.

So, as soon as the sparring began, Joan of Arc gripped her longsword, pushed off with her legs, and charged forward.

When she was about three meters away from the man, she slashed diagonally downwards with her long sword.

The blade traced a semicircle in the air.

Ron did not dodge; he instantly twisted his wrist, causing the longsword to slant downwards, slashing at the descending sword.

bang——

The wooden swords clashed together, producing a crisp sound.

Joan of Arc was knocked back half a step by the momentum of the sword, and her hand went numb from the shock.

Her brows furrowed immediately, and she took two steps back, unable to help but exclaim in surprise;

“Mr. Ron, what incredible strength.”

This was the first time Joan of Arc had encountered someone who could almost knock the sword out of her hand during a sword fight.

In other words, the man in front of you has superhuman strength.

"I may not be as good as you in swordsmanship, but I have brute strength."

Ron's swordsmanship was originally quite ordinary, but after obtaining two illustrations in the encyclopedia, his swordsmanship improved significantly.

In addition, my reaction speed has increased, which is why I was able to block that sword strike so easily.