The street fell deathly silent. Dust laced with the stench of horse manure rose on the wind, and the afternoon sun warmed Xia Lun's head. The mysterious knight opposite him said nothing. She gripped her sword hilt with her left hand and stared coldly at him.
Xia Lun stepped forward, placing himself between the old knight and her. He met her gaze calmly.
He could not use his overpowered skills in this Specialization Memory dream, and his attributes were low. But the Specializations he had mastered himself would not disappear. The mysterious knight might be skilled with a sword, but she was nowhere near Xia Lun's level of Master Swordsmanship.
The Green-Haired Girl lay on the ground, sobbing behind her hand. She curled up, desperately trying to get away from the duel about to erupt.
But the next moment, the mysterious knight planted a plate-armored boot on the girl's ribs. The girl's shoulders trembled, and she froze. "You know who I am, yet you still dare challenge me?"
The knight drove her sword into the ground, undid the clasp beneath her chin, and flung her wreath-adorned full-face helmet aside. It hit the ground with a bang.
The "melee on foot" had left bruises across her face. Even so, the face beneath her helmet was strikingly beautiful. Her emerald eyes had a bold gleam, though her slanted brows and thin lips gave her a mean, brooding look.
"You've got guts. I hope your sword is as hard as your words. Give me your name!"
Xia Lun relaxed his shoulders and rested his fingers lightly on his sword hilt. "You first. I don't cross swords with nobodies."
The old knight went deathly pale; even his red, drink-blotched nose lost some color. He turned and frantically made faces at Xia Lun, apparently trying