She followed behind Se Lian and showed her the location of some special magic. Roland greeted the two people, but Se Lian was completely immersed in the book and ignored him. His smile was mixed with helplessness, he shook his head and left alone. The rain outside was still gray, and there were no pedestrians at the front door of the palace. There were only two Rodel knights guarding the gate that was nearly three people high. There was a carriage parked at the door, and when Roland passed by, the two Rodel knights bowed in greeting. Several maids wanted to hold an umbrella for him, but were refused. He got into the carriage, the rain wet his shoulders, and the coachman closed the door for him. As the carriage moved forward, more and more people passed by outside the window. The current style of the royal city made people feel a little strange. A large number of the lowest class of people still wore border-style robes and open-style clothes with bare upper bodies, while the rich and nobles all wore the styles that came out of Roland. This scene is very strange. Roland propped his chin up with his hand, realizing that this kind of scene occurred because of insufficient productivity and that clothes were still an expensive luxury.
If only there was an industrial revolution. Unfortunately, he had not specifically checked the products of the Industrial Revolution before traveling through time, let alone working on a textile machine. The carriage stopped all the way outside the arena. This large arena was left over from the past. When Gefrey was the King of Elden, the royal city was more martial than it is now, but such competitions have been banned now. The arena has become a training ground and a park. Occasionally, knights would come to train, and there would also be idle citizens who would come in to watch the fun. The arena seemed particularly lively today. Before he even entered, he heard loud shouts from the crowd. It was clearly a rainy day, and the continuous drizzle could easily soak the clothes. Roland walked into the arena. The stage was full of people holding colorful umbrellas. The huge stone steps ensured that their view would not be blocked. The two people fighting off the stage were Gulan and Ful. The sturdy man held a gun and a shield, while Ful held a sword in his right hand and a dagger in his left hand. “Good bounce!” "Accept the execution!" "No, you can really see clearly." "I think Mr. Gulanshanks will win this time. Miss Furr is still a little short." "I think Miss Furr is still going to lose." The audience around was not only citizens, but also many Rodel knights and soldiers. Their gazes were too intense, all focused on the duel on the field. Everyone is looking forward to the next fight between the two ancient dragons. Although this kind of human duel is very beautiful to watch and has great learning value, everyone is looking forward to a thorough physical fight where the dragons' bodies collide with each other. With a quick glance, Roland easily spotted Marennia and Lance, each holding an umbrella. At this moment, the fight between Ful and Gulan finally reached a white-hot stage. Ful used his sword to knock away his shield and forced the dagger into his throat.
Gulan had no choice but to transform into a dragon to resist her attack. The huge ancient dragon, whose wings could cover half of the royal city when spread out, finally appeared above the arena. Not willing to be outdone, Ful also summoned the body of the ancient dragon. Unlike the rock-like Gulan, Ful's scales retain the texture of rock but are also covered with a layer of blood-black luster, making them look more like metal. She was much smaller than Gulan, just the size of a normal ancient dragon, and when she collided with Gulan, a loud bang was made. The sounds of their fighting, the contact of claws and scales, and the collision of wings and bodies could be heard throughout the royal city. The audience cheered, and some knights who knew dragon prayer emitted various prayer lights. The most basic thing about the border area is the worship of force, especially the collision of fists and the fight between dragons. Soon, Gulan discovered the problem, as Ful's strength was comparable to his. In fact, he had surpassed him in speed and completely suppressed his attacks. I originally thought it was just Ful, and I changed the color myself, but I didn't expect there would be a bonus. She did not use the power of death, but only relied on her physical strength to fight with Gulan. It was a rainy day, and the dragon rushed into the clouds. Amidst the lightning and thunder, Ful found an opportunity and knocked Gulan down when he was not prepared. The audience dispersed, fearing that they would be crushed to death by the ancient dragon if they ran too slowly. Roland raised his hand, and the power of the gods surged out, like the sun. He really likes to park the dragon carriage. Gulan's huge body failed to hit the ground in the end, thus saving half of the royal city. Someone held up his body. The blond young man raised one hand, spread his wings, and lifted Gulan in the air. "Are you so engrossed in the fight? This is the royal city, and there are many ordinary people living here." After seeing the familiar blond figure, the surroundings were quiet for a moment, and then broke into unparalleled cheers. "Your Highness Godwin!" "Fortunately, His Highness is here!" "Your Highness is indeed strong enough." "It still depends on Your Highness." Nearly half of the residents of the royal city looked towards the giant dragon in the sky, which was being lifted up by the blond young man. The sun's rays shone through the clouds. At that moment, the sky was clear and the dark clouds surrounding the royal city disappeared without a trace in an instant. Under the light of the golden tree, Roland was in no way inferior to its golden sun. He waved with a smile, watching Gulan and Ful transform back into human form and land on the ground. Before they could speak, the surrounding Rodel Knights and civilians rushed forward and surrounded Roland.
Roland pressed their heads and said, "Apologize to everyone. I almost scared you all." The two of them apologized obediently and helped him deal with the fanatical people. Not far away, Lance and Marineria stopped thinking about saving people and stood side by side. She folded her umbrella, shook it, and looked at the red-haired girl beside her. "Godwin used to be a quiet person." "My brother doesn't want to do that now." Marenya answered her, still holding her umbrella and looking at the people in the venue. The girl shook her head gently, "You're making too much noise. My brother will definitely be angry." "I'm already very angry." Lance snickered as he watched Roland scold Gulan and Ful in front of everyone. The strong man was scolded by him like a child. Finally, everyone dispersed and stopped surrounding Roland, and their game continued. No matter who they fight against, the knights can benefit a lot from the people present. The people who are too weak can just watch the fun, but these knights can really learn something. Roland looked at the sturdy man and asked, "Shall we fight? Let's test our skills?" "No fighting." Gulan rolled his eyes and directly rejected Roland's proposal. "Huh? You don't want to fight?" He was stunned. "I thought you would accept it happily." Chapter 84 Training "I like fighting, but that doesn't mean I'm a masochist. Only the undead will fight you." Gulan understood very well how powerful Roland's actions just now represented. He was so frightened just now that he thought that a building was going to be destroyed by Ful. At least a quarter of the city could be destroyed, which is indeed excessive if you think about it calmly. Just accept the scolding obediently. As a result, Roland stopped him and Ful with just one hand. How did you improve so much? He looked at Roland. The blond young man's appearance didn't seem to have changed at all. He was still shorter than him, and his figure hadn't changed. "Really not going to fight?" Roland asked him. "No, I lost to Ful today. I'm not interested in losing again."
Gu Lan shook his head. "You want to see me for something? Want to have a drink? Want to talk about something?" "Well... okay, if you don't want to fight, forget it." Roland looked at Fule, "Will you stay with me?" "Okay, let me rest for a while." Ful did not use the power of death. He was still very tired after fighting with Gulan. "How about I do it?" Marennia walked forward and drew out her special long sword. "Then just have fun." The competition between Roland and his sister became a complete game. As both were gods, without using the laws, just looking at the physical body, Marennia's strength, speed, and reaction were almost the same as Roland's. However, Marlennia had practiced swordsmanship for too short a time, and the Flowing Water Swordsmanship itself was only a swordsmanship to suppress corruption, so her actual combat skills were not as good as Roland's. It's just pure technical suppression. Even if Malenia used the Water Bird Dance, he was no longer the Atai who could only roll on the ground. Turn sideways and stroll. Like a swallow flying through the clouds, he dodged the blade with ease, not a bit more or less. The long knife brushed the tip of his nose but couldn't touch him. Following Roland's steps, Marennia couldn't even hold onto his windbreaker, and she held her straight sword against her long knife. Get ready. "clang!" As Roland moved, he pointed out Marlenya's shortcomings and explained to her how to attack better. The audience watching them, not only the knights, but even ordinary people who like to watch the duel can understand their fight. His voice was not quiet, and everyone in the arena could hear it clearly. Everyone stared with eyes wide open, not wanting to miss this learning opportunity. Roland practiced with Marlennia for a while, and the people around him all felt that their sword skills had improved. What a pity, if you don’t practice swordplay, it’s useless no matter how many techniques you learn. This is not a worldview of cultivating immortals, where you can gain insights and improve your strength by listening to others’ preaching. Especially when it comes to swordsmanship, it takes time and effort to hone your skills. Roland was not afraid at all that they might steal his knowledge, and he even made sure the knights could see more clearly. The straight sword and the long sword clashed repeatedly, causing cheers from the audience. "Get ready, why isn't it as powerful when I use it? Who doesn't know this fighting technique?" "You still want to compete with His Highness?" "To be honest, Princess Marennia has made great progress recently. The foundation that the Flowing Swordsman laid for her was very good. With her daily training, her skills alone have already reached the level of a knight." "Hmm? Didn't they say that Marenia has been bedridden for many years? In just such a short period of time, the knight has reached a higher level? The bloodline of the Golden Tree really cannot be underestimated." "Let's not talk about anything else. Just look at that sword skill just now. Who of you can take it? His Highness just walked away casually."
"........" It seemed that the surroundings were becoming more and more lively. Many people saw Roland stop the fight between Gulan and Ful and run towards the arena. The arena, which had been abandoned for many years and had almost no people, was now packed with people. Finally, under the gaze of everyone, the game between the two ended. Marennia was thankful that she was wearing swordsman-style clothing so that she could fight with her brother. Roland threw his straight sword aside, took Marennia's hand, and greeted the people around him. His eyes were always looking at his sister. This piece of clothing well integrated the swordsman element into modern clothing. It looked more like the sword princess in the two-dimensional game. It was full of heroism and very beautiful.