The Survival Rules of NPCs

They actually agreed?

Both Allen and Bright were somewhat surprised. It seemed that Orlando had the upper hand and could easily refuse with a reason. Although doing so might be seen as weakness, it was risk-free. Yet Orlando agreed so easily.

"Lord Lady!" Orland slowly stepped forward to face the other man, his tone heavy. "You have served as prosecutor in Holy Stone City for twenty years, haven't you? The security and prosperity here are inseparable from your contributions. Now, for your own selfish gain, you have harmed all the nobles, and even abused your position as a judicial officer, taking advantage of the Empire's trust in you. As a soldier of the Empire, I will not tolerate this!"

"For the glory of the Empire, I accept your challenge to a duel!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the square erupted in cheers and thunderous applause. Lady's expression was extremely serious. Initiating the duel was a last resort. Even if he won, it would be difficult to control the situation, but at least he could prevent the Heart of the Forest from taking control of this place.

However, the fact that the opponent accepted the duel so easily was unexpected.

Is he so confident because he can't utilize the prosecutor's abilities?

Lady waved her hand, and her men quickly brought over a pair of specially made iron fist gloves. These gloves had been with her for many years, but she hadn't used them for over a decade. She took great care of them, polishing and oiling them, even more so than a knight would care for his sword. Now, she was finally going to use them.

"I heard that you almost became a professional fighter back then?" Orland smiled as he looked at the other person's gentle expression as he stroked his gloves.

Lady gave the other party a cold look. When they were young, all capable teenagers had a rebellious heart. He had indeed had that period. In the boxing ring, countless women screamed for him and countless fans shouted his name. He was one of the youngest boxing champions in Mirandil. If it weren't for inheriting the family business, he would have already accepted the invitation from the boxing club. As the other party said, he would already be a professional fighter, right?

"I heard... you almost didn't become a knight because your swordsmanship wasn't up to par?" Lady sarcastically remarked. "You accepted the duel so decisively this time; it seems you've improved quite a bit?"

"No one stays still." Orland slowly placed his longsword on the ground, and surprisingly, he also took out a pair of iron gauntlets and put them on. "When I was a child, I often went to the boxing ring to watch boxing matches. Lord Lady may not know, but I was also a fan of yours when you were boxing. I just wonder how much of your former bravery you still possess now that you're old?"

"Are you sure you don't want to use your lousy swordsmanship?" Lady sneered, clenching her fists. "Even though your swordsmanship is terrible, at least that's how you make a living. With your fists? Are you serious?"

"Facing a former boxing champion, of course I have to take it with the utmost seriousness." Orland got into position, and Lady frowned as she looked at her opponent. His steps were steady, and his breathing was perfectly rhythmic. The simple posture gave her the feeling that there was no flaw in his defense.

This is a professional boxer!

This guy...he's really good at hiding his true colors!

Clenching his fists, Lady dared not be careless. Adjusting his footing, he took the first step and delivered a jab.

He was old, and no matter how strong his opponent was, his physical strength was definitely superior to his own. Now that he didn't have any supernatural power to enhance him, he had to finish the battle quickly.

"Nice jab!"

Next to Allen, the newly returned Saning couldn't help but cheer. Allen frowned speechlessly. He knew that this old guy seemed to like watching boxing, but didn't he know what time it was?

However, it must be said that although Lady is old, her skills are truly remarkable. Her footwork and jabs are so fluid and graceful that it's hard to imagine that a man who is almost seventy years old could have such skills!

Orland dodged the sudden jab, but Lady pressed her advantage, relentlessly closing in with more jabs. The blur of punches was overwhelming, leaving onlookers breathless. Caught in the middle, Orland could only dodge repeatedly. Both men held their breath, one second, two seconds... ten seconds...

The entire square fell silent for a moment, with only the sound of fists colliding in the air. This was the first time Bright had witnessed a high-level professional fighter in this world fighting, and it was completely different from the boxing he had seen on television in his previous life.

Speed, explosiveness, and that sense of oppression made Bright understand why ordinary people in this world dared not defy their fate. With the power of this seventy-year-old man's fist, he could easily believe that he could smash someone's head with one punch!

If there were no professions, and only farmers with hoes, how many people would it take to kill the two people boxing up there?

In this world with its clear division of professions, the lower classes don't even have the right to rebel!

Thirty seconds... sixty seconds... ninety seconds!

The crowd of onlookers turned red in an instant, clearly because they were so focused on watching that they couldn't breathe. The two duelists, under such heavy pressure, had been holding on by sheer willpower!

Even Brett, an amateur, understood that Lady was maintaining that speed when throwing punches, showing no intention of stopping. She wanted to finish the fight with one blow. Now, once her opponent broke through her defenses and couldn't hold her breath, she would never have a chance to breathe again. It was practically the limit of anaerobic exercise!

Bang bang bang!

The sound of fists hitting the air was like gunpowder exploding. The two men moved so fast that it was impossible to see them clearly. No one was keeping track of time anymore. Their nerves were stretched to the limit. Finally, after who knows how many seconds had passed, the stalemate began to turn.

Despite his exquisite dodging, Orland still got hit. The precise punch was relentless after landing a blow. At that moment, seventy-year-old Lady unleashed unimaginable potential, unleashing a storm of punches that were even more exaggerated than when she had initially pressured her opponent!

Bang bang bang!

The sound of iron fists striking flesh sent shivers down one's spine. The rain of punches made it difficult to even see Orland's figure clearly. Under such force, let alone a person, even a five-meter-long brown bear would seem like it could be turned into mincemeat.

boom!

With the final punch landing precisely on the sternum, a crisp, biscuit-like sound sent chills down everyone's spine. Orlando's not-so-large body flew in an arc more than five meters away before crashing heavily to the ground.

The entire arena fell silent. As Orland, clad in chainmail, collapsed to the ground, Lady sat on the ground, panting heavily.

Even at his peak, he could only last three minutes in a no-breath boxing match. He never expected that he could still have such resilience at his age. For a moment, he felt incredibly exhilarated.

Boxers have their own breathing rhythm during a fight. They rely on their breathing rhythm to throw and retract their punches. Continuous punches not only test strength and technique, but also the body's resilience. Whoever has the longest breath can last until the end. Orland's footwork is exquisite. It is surprising that he was able to last so long under my punching force. It was just a little bit short. If I had lasted a little less time just now, I would have been out of breath when my opponent countered with a punch, and I would have been met with my opponent's fierce counterattack.

Fortunately, I managed to persevere to the end!

clap clap clap!

The applause rang out, and before anyone could react, they looked in surprise toward the source of the applause, for it was none other than Orant, who had been brutally beaten and was lying on the ground.

Everyone stared as if they'd seen a ghost. They'd all seen clearly that Orlando's chainmail had been deformed by the blows, yet he was still clapping?

Click...

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Orland slowly stood up, casually removing his chainmail and even taking off the clothes that had been torn by the force of the punches.

Orland, who wasn't particularly tall, had smooth muscle lines. The gruesome fist marks on his body had almost completely deformed his body, which was no surprise to anyone. Given the ferocity of Lady's punches just now, it wouldn't be surprising if Orland was turned into a pile of mangled flesh. What was surprising was that Orland was still able to stand up.

"Crack, crack," Orland chuckled, his body visibly returning to its original state. The sunken fist marks slowly regenerated, and everyone could clearly hear the cracking sound of his bones being reshaped.

"You..." Lady's eyes widened as she watched the blood on the ground miraculously flow back into the other person's body. Lady struggled to her feet: "Blood Demon?"

Among the crowd, Allen and Saning frowned. Of the seven southern kingdoms, the Rhine Kingdom was the most troubled by demons. Most of the high-ranking officials were very clear about the types of demons. Blood Demons were a well-known type of demon and were very troublesome on the battlefield.

The Blood Cult's blood magic is said to originate from the Blood Demon, a monster that can continuously heal its injuries through blood, and whose blood can also flow back after serious injury. Without special methods, it is almost impossible to kill the Blood Demon with just ordinary mortals' swords.

Belonging to the third level of dangerous species, but also the most glorious prey for demon hunters. Any demon hunter who can hunt blood demons and successfully obtain their abilities will be given priority by the Empire for training. No one expected that this guy with mediocre talent, who everyone thought was able to become a knight commander through family connections, would actually possess such powerful demonic abilities as the blood demon!

With such qualifications, how could he be content to be a knight commander in a place like the Holy Stone?

Lady clenched her fists. How many years ago did Orland's mediocre talent begin? Had he already been this patient back then? Or...?

"I must admit, in terms of pure hand-to-hand combat ability, even I, in my prime, am no match for your advanced age. I am ashamed." Orland approached step by step, his voice icy: "It would be an honor for me to personally defeat an opponent like you!"

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Fifteen minutes later...

All the common people and nobles were temporarily appeased and sent home. After the knight commander punched the tall prosecutor into a pile of mangled flesh, no one dared to oppose the victor's word!

Mrs. Eliza trembled all over when she returned home, and her face was completely pale.

Inside the carriage, Bright remained silent, offering no words of comfort.

At that moment, he didn't know how to comfort himself...

Because he didn't know what way there was to turn around the situation in Holy Stone City, nor could he imagine who could stand against the powerful and cruel Orant Knight.

"Mr. Bright..."

Finally, Eliza spoke, her voice extremely cautious, almost inaudible, as she inquired.

"What should we do next?"

Upon hearing this, Bright looked up and saw that the way the other person was looking at him was like a drowning person looking at a straw.

Even knowing the chances were slim, in their minds, this mysterious and extraordinary wizard was their only hope.