Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

In the Battle of Badeng, he lost to Vortigern on the battlefield.

Now, after a triumphant return, he has lost again in Camelot to an unknown guy.

Clearly, the two failures dealt a significant blow to Gao Wen.

This made him deeply doubt his own abilities and whether he was qualified to stand beside the king and become a member of the Round Table.

"Your strength is very strong; few people here can beat you. However, you rely too much on your strength and neglect the training of your skills. Don't let your strength become your weakness."

A faint murmur came from behind him. Gawain stopped in his tracks, turned to face Samael, his face showing resentment, but he still pounded his chest with his right fist and answered in a muffled voice with his head down.

"Thank you for your guidance..."

Well, I can still afford to lose.

Samael glanced at the Sun Knight's frustrated expression, couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips, stretched lazily, and swaggered towards his seat.

"and many more……"

Just then, a deep, hoarse voice came from the dark corner of the round table.

A man clad in jet-black armor, with long black hair and a gaunt, sinister face, casually grabbed a spear from a righteous knight and stepped out of the shadows into the light of the hall.

"I would like to ask you for your swordsmanship skills."

With the gun pointed forward, his sharp eyes fixed on Samael, radiating an unsettling chill, like a hawk locking onto its prey.

The ancient snake stopped and looked at the approaching creature with great interest.

Agraven, the secretary trusted by the King of Knights, is mainly responsible for the country's internal affairs. Camelot is a professional black glove, specializing in taking the blame for Artoria and doing the dirty work.

He is cold-blooded and ruthless, like an emotionless machine. He is an expert in interrogation, with top-notch torture techniques, and is known as a devil who can "force even a hippopotamus to beg for mercy in human language."

As a subordinate, Agguwen would resolutely carry out the king's decisions, sending soldiers to certain death on the battlefield without batting an eye, issuing orders to massacre villages, and executing defenseless prisoners of war...

However, his ruthless style and uncompromising approach were disliked by the Knights of the Round Table, who lived in the sunlight.

So even though Agravan was loyal to King Arthur, he was a rather marginalized figure at the Round Table, much like a "lone minister".

In addition, it is said that he was personally taught by Morgan and was his most trusted child.

For this purpose, he was sent to the Round Table as a spy to overthrow King Arthur's power and pave the way for his mother Morgan's power grab.

However, Agravan prioritized the continuation of Britain and thus abandoned Morgan, supporting Artoria, who was the most suitable for the throne.

Samael cleared his thoughts, shook his head, and sighed slightly.

Tsk tsk, another good-for-nothing son.

As Agraven approached, the ancient serpent's thoughts returned. He casually drew a greatsword from a righteous knight, lightly flicked the spine of the blade, and looked with a smile at the man in front of him who exuded a gloomy aura.

"Since you've come all this way to ask me for swordsmanship advice, it would be too much of a rip-off to simply overpower you with brute force. Don't worry, I'll go easy on you this time..."

"..."

Agraven didn't say much, a murderous glint flashed across his face, and he swung his spear, smashing it towards Samael's center line.

Then, let's begin the class!

A glint of light flashed in the ancient snake's eyes as it glided forward, narrowly avoiding the spear tip.

At the same time, Samael flipped his wrist, and the sword blade moved upwards, slashing at the most vulnerable point of the spear.

Deng Deng Deng!

With a piercing metallic clang, Agguiwen staggered back three steps before stopping, his hands going numb and his chest heaving.

However, based on experience, the power wielded by this opponent was indeed comparable to his own.

The reason for this situation is only one: the man in front of them has extraordinary combat experience and skills.

It seems that his ability to defeat Gawain in one blow was not only due to his superior strength, but also to his overwhelming experience!

Agguiwen's mind raced, and he instantly arrived at a startling conclusion.

"Pay attention in class and don't let your mind wander."

Samael strolled forward leisurely, wielding his sword in one hand and slashing down, smilingly reminding Agravivan. Without thinking, Agravivan instinctively raised his spear to parry.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

Two figures, one in black and one in white, clashed, their heavy clanging echoing through the hall, causing the cups and saucers on the surrounding tables to rattle and the candlelight to flicker.

Agguwen grew increasingly alarmed as the battle progressed, because no matter how he changed his tactics, the man opposite him always seemed to be able to seize the weakness in his spear's stance the instant he made a move. Every time he casually swung his longsword, it always landed precisely on the weakest point of the spear's edge.

Therefore, Agguiwen was unable to utilize the advantages of long weapons with wide, sweeping attacks. He was relentlessly suppressed by the sword's edge, which remained at a medium to short distance, and was forced to retreat repeatedly until he was quickly pushed to the edge of the arena.

In the nick of time, Agravure grabbed the cloak that was in the way behind him with one hand and flung it towards the enemy.

With a tearing sound, the cloak was shredded into countless pieces of cloth as the sword swirled around it.

hum!

As the pieces of cloth fell, the air vibrated. Seizing the opportunity, Agguiwen stomped his feet and launched a fierce attack. The spear in his hand emitted a chilling gleam, like a venomous dragon spitting its tongue, stabbing and jabbing his way towards Samael's throat, eyes, waist, abdomen, knees and other vital parts.

laugh!

The sword blade swept forward, aiming at Agguiwen's chest, intending to intercept the spear's momentum. The man's gaze was cold and stern as he continued to thrust out the spear, while simultaneously dodging half a body length to the side.

puff!

The nicked blade sliced ​​open Agguiwen's chest muscles, tearing up large chunks of flesh, causing a stream of bright red blood to splatter at their feet.

But Agravan seemed oblivious to the pain, accelerating his attack. At close range, the even sharper spearhead forced Samael to retreat.

Ten steps to go!

Agguwen gazed at the edge of the court behind his opponent, his eyes cold and stern. He dodged the incoming blade and unleashed another powerful slash.

puff!

Along with the wound left on Agguiwen's left arm, the ancient serpent retreated another step to avoid its sharp edge.

Nine!

Agravín silently chanted in his mind, while simultaneously swinging his spear, exerting force with his arm, letting the torn flesh roll and squeeze, and scarlet blood spurting from the wound on his left arm, his facial expression remaining unchanged.

Samael watched as Agraven charged down, covered in blood and looking like a demon crawling out of hell, and sighed thoughtfully to himself.

【Iron Agraven】, 【Agraven Who Knows No Pain】...

They are cruel not only to the enemy, but also to themselves!

I see……

However, it must be said that this desperate fighting style of trading injury for advantage, coupled with the relentless and fierce offensive, did gradually turn the tide, forcing Samael to retreat again and again.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock...

However, along with the dull dripping sound, everyone couldn't help but notice that the secretary's hands, which were gripping the spear, had cracked at the base, and the bloodstains on his body were increasing with each exchange of blows.

Although each injury was calculated, Agraven's entire body was almost completely ravaged by the few exchanges they had just had.

But is it worth it for just one competition?

The onlookers in the hall, staring at the blood-soaked demon who looked like a madman, felt a chill run down their spines, while a series of questions arose in their minds.

He's gotten used to the pace. Faster! Faster!

Seeing that his opponent seemed to have found a way to counter this style of fighting, constantly changing his sword stance and slashing at the spearhead to block his advance, Agraven didn't even bother to wipe away the blood dripping into his eyes, desperately squeezing out his own potential.

Immediately, Agraven leaped forward, spear tucked under his arm, thrusting it out from his right side. Facing the sweeping blade, the man expressionlessly extended his left arm…

The Knights of the Round Table watching the match instinctively rose from their seats, gazing at Agguwen, who was about to successfully force his opponent off the field, and were all deeply moved.

Even Lancelot, known as the strongest knight in the Round Table, felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of facing such an attack and battle.

To be fair, they didn't have much affection for this gloomy guy.

But in this battle, Agraven lived up to his reputation as an iron wall. He not only had a will as strong as steel, but also showed his ruthlessness towards himself on the battlefield. He was definitely the most qualified warrior!

The Knights of the Round Table clenched their fists unconsciously, each muttering to themselves.

Retreat, this is the final step!

"Crack!"

However, with a piercing clang of metal, Agraven stood still, his spear, riddled with nicks, shattered like weathered rock, along with his breastplate.

"So, are you still going to fight?"

"No need, I lost..."

Agravan looked down at the shattered breastplate on the ground, then glanced at the unharmed man opposite him, pursed his lips, and tossed down the gun handle.

Whether it's a spear whose internal structure has been repeatedly cut and destroyed, or armor that has become a target of attack at some unknown time and is also in pieces.

These two pieces of evidence actually show that during the confrontation just now, this man had more than one opportunity to kill him.

Therefore, whether it's ten steps or one step, it's just a false impression that the opponent gives them that they can win.

"Thank goodness I kept this new outfit. If it were a normal fight, I wouldn't be so confident. Thank you for making things easier for me."

Samael dusted off the almost non-existent dust from the corner of his clothes and sighed with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Agguiwen's brow furrowed slightly.

What? Does he want to suffer another defeat and humiliation?

"Do you know why?"

Samael stepped forward and casually inquired with a faint smile.

Agguiwen, not understanding, shook his head slightly.

"You have blocked your own perception of pain, seemingly possessing a muscular armor that is unafraid of bleeding and destruction."

But in reality, without pain, you lose the perception of danger, which in turn affects your judgment and causes you to overlook more fatal details.

Pain is not a burden, but a rare gift; cherish it.

As Samael pondered, he casually tossed out a bottle of healing potion and gave a meaningful look to the man, who was as smooth as marble and showed no emotion whatsoever.

"Of course, so is emotion..."

Agraven paused for a moment, thoughtfully accepted the potion, and slowly bowed his head with the etiquette of a knight.

"Thank you for your guidance..."

This guy, who's harder than a rock, actually bowed down to this man. Unbelievable!

The Knights of the Round Table stared in disbelief as Agraven solemnly thanked Samael.

"So, would you like to give it a try next?"

As Agravan was escorted out of the hall by several black-armored knights of righteousness, Samael glanced at the Knights of the Round Table and grinned at the two little ones, Gareth and Gahoris, who were supporting Gawain.

I'm not! I don't!

Upon seeing that ferocious smile, the brother and sister instinctively shuddered, their faces paled slightly, and they shook their heads.

Both of his older brothers were taken down; even combined, they weren't enough to withstand a single wave of this monster's onslaught.

"If possible, I would like to be your opponent in this battle."

Just as the little guy, who thought he was being watched, was feeling his heart pounding, Tristan, who had been keeping his eyes closed, slowly opened them and pondered.

Samael stretched his limbs and nodded happily.

Tristan solemnly stepped onto the stage, faced Samael, patted his chest and bowed his head in a respectful manner, his tone earnest.

"Then, please enlighten me..."

The next moment, a high note suddenly rose, and slicing wind pressure transformed into invisible arrows, chasing after Samael on the field.

The duel begins again.

Ten minutes later, the sharp blade pierced the sound barrier, and just as it was about to pierce Tristan's throat, it changed from a thrust to a strike, sweeping across the chest of the grieving son.

"There are many tricks, but the rate of fire is too slow. Besides, distance is the life of a shooter. If you stand still and won't move more than a few steps, aren't you just asking for a beating?"

"Yes, thank you for your guidance. I will pay attention to this shortcoming. Are there any other questions?"

The audience was stunned and speechless as they watched the question-and-answer session unfold, which resembled a senior instructing a junior.

"Second seat at the Round Table, Knight Percival, requests a duel!"

"The next generation's eleventh seat, Mr. Bao, please give me your guidance."