On the sandy ground of Ring of Order, the afternoon sun stretched the shadows of the two people very long.
Gendry hammered his head into the sand and tilted his head to look at the old man who suddenly appeared in front of him.
The other party's words just now, "Why don't you let me, an old man, fight with you?" are still echoing in your ears, with an indescribable calmness in his tone.
But he still shook his head, pulled the hammer out of the sand, put it back on his shoulder, and dissuaded him honestly. "You'd better leave quickly, this is no joke."
"You see you are not young anymore. If you are injured, I will have to spend money to set your bones..."
", he said it very calmly, but the audience suddenly burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha! Who is this old man?"
"The Hammer is right, go back quickly and stop joining in the fun here!"
"This is not a place where you can take a leisurely stroll after dinner, old fellow!"
The laughter came one after another, but the old man wearing Gray Cloak remained motionless.
"Are you worried about me?" the old man took over, the corners of his mouth under the hood raised slightly.
Gendry nodded and said "Yeah" seriously.
Hearing Gendry's straightforward answer, the old man was stunned for a moment.
"Yeah, I'm old..." He sighed, as if lamenting the passage of time, but soon his tone suddenly changed and he said loudly, "Someone said this as early as twenty years ago."
The old man paused, and a smile flashed in his eyes under the hood, "But those who say I am old don't speak much now."
He said it calmly, Gendry scratched his helmet, obviously not quite understanding the meaning of his words, he just felt it instinctively.
.. This old man is quite stubborn.
It was a bit like the old blacksmith next door who insisted on using old bellows when he worked in the blacksmith shop and shouted "keep tradition" every day.
"I don't know how old you are," he explained seriously, "But you look like you've been on the road for a long time. You should go eat something and take a good rest first."
"Furthermore, Ring of Order's fighters are all professionals...
","I am also a professional."
The old man interrupted him, with a hint of smile in his voice, "Besides, I have already registered.
, as soon as these words came out, not only Gendry was stunned, but even the audience in the stands fell silent.
Then the old man took out a wooden sign from his cloak and threw it to Gendry. He caught it and saw that it was indeed the Ring of Order fighter registration plate, with the number and level engraved on it.
"Level nine...
99
Gendry raised his voice in confusion. "Are you a level nine player who just registered?"
"Yes." The old man nodded and said calmly, "The lowest."
As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar again.
Level nine!
Everyone knows what this means!
Ring of Order's fighter levels range from level nine to level one, with level nine being the lowest and level one being the highest.
A newly registered fighter, if he has not been a long-famous knight before, or if someone guarantees that he has achieved considerable results, must start from level nine, and must win each game before he can advance to the next level.
This is the rule set by Corleone, and no one can make an exception.
"Level nine challenges level one?" someone at the VIP table exclaimed.
"Is this old man crazy?"
"Does he know what level one is? The Hammer is 17 wins and 0 losses!"
"Moreover, can Level 9 challenge Level 1?"
Discussions came and went, but the old man turned a deaf ear. He just raised his head and looked directly at Gendry under his hood.
"If a low level challenges a high level, as long as the challenger is willing to pay a sufficient deposit, this is the rule set by Vito·Corleone, right?"
His voice was still calm. "I paid two hundred Gold Dragon to buy this challenge qualification."
Two hundred Gold Dragon!
This number made the stands explode again.
After all, two hundred Gold Dragon is enough for an ordinary family to live a comfortable life, but he actually took it out so easily and so calmly!
Who is this old man?
Gendry was also stunned.
He is just honest, not stupid.
A person who can easily take out two hundred Gold Dragon to register as a fighter is definitely not an ordinary old man.
Even if the other party may have some mental problems...
"Old man..." He tapped the mask, his voice was lower than before, and asked seriously, "Are you sure you want to hit me?"
The old man didn't answer, but pointed the tip of his sword diagonally at the ground, opened his palm and bent his fingers twice towards Gendry.
Seeing this, Gendry took a deep breath, took the hammer off his shoulder, and held the hammer handle tightly with both hands.
Since the other party is determined to fight, he has nothing to hesitate about.
Seventeen games, seventeen wins.
He has defeated knights in the valley, Mercenary in the West, and even some weird guys from across the Narrow Sea.
But in front of him, no one could survive ten rounds.
The long winning streak made Gendry truly feel that skills are nothing in the face of absolute power.
"Then here I come, old man!"
He kindly warned in a loud voice, and then rushed forward violently, with the hammer sweeping towards the old man's waist from the side with the sound of howling wind!
He had used the same method countless times in previous games, but few people could catch the first blow.
However, out of respect for the elderly and love for the young, Gendry tried his best to hold back his strength.
"I'll find him a better bachelor later." He thought as the hammer whizzed towards him.
However, unexpectedly, the old man only took a small step to the side, and the Hammer brushed past his waist without even touching his cloak.
Gendry was obviously stunned for a moment.
But he didn't hesitate too much. With a flick of his wrist, the hammer drew an arc in the air and hit the old man's shoulder with his backhand.
This move is his unique skill. The Valley Knight was swept away by this move in the last game.
However, the old man didn't even move this time, he just leaned back slightly, and the hammer passed an inch in front of his shoulder, and the wind brought up a corner of his cloak.
After failing again, Gendry frowned, took back the hammer, took a step forward, and smashed the hammer down from top to bottom with both hands.
He used all his strength with this hammer, and the sound of the hammer breaking through the air was sharp and harsh, like something screaming.
If this hammer hits hard, not to mention people, even a piece of iron plate will be smashed with a hole!
But the old man just repeated his old trick and dodged sideways again, and the hammer hit the sand at his feet.
"Bang!!!"
There was a loud noise and dust flew up.
When the dust settled, people saw that a basin-sized hole had been made in the sand, and broken sand was splashed everywhere.
Gendry gasped, pulled the hammer out of the sand pit, and looked back at the old man opposite.
I saw that the two of them had already exchanged positions. The other party was standing several steps away from me, with not even a grain of sand on his cloak, looking extremely calm.
Something is wrong.
Something is very wrong.
His hammer has never been so slow.
No.
It's not that his hammer is slow, it's that the old man is too fast.
No, it's not fast either.
Gendry couldn't quite explain what it felt like.
The old man's movement speed is not fast, it can even be said to be very slow, but he can dodge every blow just right.
It's like knowing in advance where the hammer will fall!
This feeling...
It's exactly the same as when practicing with Godfather!
"What?"
Seeing Gendry staying where he was, the old man's voice came from under the hood, with a hint of a smile, "You were so talkative just now, and you're running out of energy so soon?"
"I, an old man, haven't even started to warm up yet!"
Being ridiculed by such a ninth-level player, Gendry, who is Level One Fighter, suddenly became furious.
Without saying a word, he just raised the hammer again and charged forward.
One hammer, two hammers, three hammers...
The faster he hits, the harder he hits, and the hammer swings even faster than some Counterfeit Knight swords!
But the old man was like a leaf fluttering in the storm, letting the hammering wind howl. He just turned sideways, backed up, and slid slightly, just avoiding the hammering edge every time.
Gendry didn't know how many hammers he swung, but everyone could see that every one of his hammers failed.
The spectators in the stands were stunned.
"This... what kind of monster is this old man?"
"Seven Gods above, the Hammer's hammer can't even touch him!"
Discussions came and went, but neither of the two people on the sand paid attention to them.
After exhausting his strength, Gendry finally stopped and gasped for air, holding the handle of the hammer tightly with both hands and staring at the old man opposite.
His forehead was covered with sweat, flowing down his cheeks and into his neck. The clothes on his back were soaked with sweat. Even in such weather, he felt extremely hot in the armor.
How is this possible?
Gendry gritted his teeth, even though he had encountered knights before who liked to use their feet to consume their energy, jumping around like a monkey, trying to wait for him to collapse from exhaustion.
But his physical strength is better than anyone else, and he can win every time with his extremely powerful physique.
But this time...
Gendry glanced at the old man's feet.
The pair of badly worn boots stepped firmly on the sand, and his breathing was still even. Even the hem of his cloak had returned to its calm state without shaking at all.
This is obviously not a fight.
He's playing tricks on me!
Thinking this, an unknown fire jumped up from Gendry's chest.
He thrust the hammer into the sand, raised his head and shouted at the old man opposite, "Stop hiding!"
"I'm telling you, I can swing the hammer like this all day long without getting tired! Even if you hide until tomorrow, I can catch up with you!"
Gendry's voice came out muffled from the helmet, with obvious anger.
However, as soon as these words came out, Gendry could clearly see that under the hood, a meaningful smile slowly appeared on the corner of the other person's mouth.
This made him even more angry.
"What are you laughing at!" Gendry roared angrily, and stopped trying to think. He pulled the hammer out of the sand and strode forward. "I told you I could fight all day long!"
With that said, he rushed forward and struck with another sweeping blow!
However, this time the old man did not hide.
Gendry, who was holding the hammer, saw a gray shadow flash by, and then there was a crisp clash of gold and iron.
"Cang!!!"
The old man's sword accurately struck the hammer's handle.
The position was perfect, right between Gendry's hands.
The angle of the blade's cutting was so tricky that Gendry felt his jaws tremble and he almost let go of the hammer!
Before he could react, the old man's sword had been retracted and then slashed at his elbow joint from another angle.
It doesn't hurt, but the position is very precise.
That's a gap in the armor. If the opponent exerts more force, this sword can easily destroy his arm.
Gendry instinctively retreated, but the old man pressed forward again with the blade, just like he had done before, but with an even more oppressive feeling.
One sword after another struck the hammer handle, making a clanging sound. If this hammer had not been tailor-made for him by Corleone and made of excellent materials, it would have been chopped off long ago.
"The steps are too chaotic."
However, it seemed that this was not enough to humiliate Gendry. While fighting, the old man still had the energy to continue taunting him, "Your center of gravity is too high. Every time you swing the hammer, the bottom plate will be a little unstable."
Gendry gritted his teeth and swung his hammer to block.
Bang!
"The way to exert force is also wrong."
Bang!
Gendry roared, swinging his hammer with both hands.
"Shut up!!!"
Facing the powerful and heavy blow, the old man once again took a step forward without deleting it. The tip of the sword lightly moved the hammer handle, and the twenty-pound the Hammer deviated from the direction and hit the sand behind him.
"Strength is a good thing, but strength alone is not enough." He stepped on the hammer with one foot, and the old man's unbeatable voice reached Gendry's ears again.
"You need to learn to control it, not be controlled by it."
"I said... SHUT UP!!!"
Gendry roared irritably and tried his best to pull the hammer out of the sand, staring at the old man opposite him with bloodshot eyes.
His breathing was heavy and rapid, and his chest heaved violently.
Seventeen victories have already made him think that he is a well-deserved strong among the seven the Seven Kingdoms!
But now, an old man appeared out of nowhere and was playing tricks on him!
Not only that, but he also pointed fingers and said this was wrong and that was wrong.
"You are not my father, why should you teach me a lesson!" Gendry roared and rushed forward, hitting the old man's head with the hammer with a sound of wind.
The old man flashed sideways.
"You are just a level nine...
Another hammer, failed.
"It doesn't even have a name...
Another hit, but still failed.
"Damn old man!!!"
With the last hammer blow, Zander used all his strength, and the hammer head hit the old man's chest with a sharp sound.
The old man raised his sword again, with the blade flat against the hammer's handle, and struck it hard on the hammer handle!
"Cang!!!!!!"
The sound resounded throughout Ring of Order, making the eardrums of the audience in the front row hurt.
Gendry felt a sharp pain coming from his tiger's mouth, and almost let go of the hammer handle.
"Angry."
The old man's voice came from under the hood, still calm. "You have a lot of anger."
As he spoke, he turned his wrist and the sword blade slid down the hammer handle, forcing Gendry to release one hand and step back.
"But anger is not power."
The old man retracted his sword and stood there, not rushing to pursue him. Instead, he looked at the panting Gendry and said solemnly, "Anger will make you faster and heavier, but it will also make you stupider."
As soon as these words came out, there was silence in the entire Fighting Arena.
Everyone looked at the old man Gray Cloak on the sand in disbelief, feeling that the world seemed a little too crazy.
This ninth-level old man is teaching a first-level player how to fight!
In the field, Gendry was breathing heavily and his mind was in a blur.
Anger, unwillingness, frustration, all kinds of emotions mixed together, making him breathless.
"Ah!!!"
When he thought that he might have to face the disappointed look in Godfather's eyes, Gendry no longer cared, roared out and rushed over with his hammer in hand, ready to fight for his life.
Seeing his appearance, the old man shook his head slightly, then his steps slipped and he flashed past again.
Then, he kicked Gendry on the lower back.
Bang!
In full view of everyone, Level One Fighter the Hammer fell down and ate shit.
Gendry pounded the ground unwillingly, but before he could stand up, the hateful old man's voice came from behind him. "You have a good talent, boy."
"I have seen a man as strong as you. His hammer was more powerful than yours, and he smashed the heads of countless knights."
"But then he couldn't lift the hammer anymore."
Hearing this, Gendry raised his head.
I saw the sun shining from the side, finally illuminating half of the face under the hood.
He was so weathered, his skin was tanned by the sun, his eyes and forehead were full of wrinkles, and his gray beard was trimmed neatly.
But what stood out the most were those eyes.
It doesn't have the turbidity and fatigue of old people in the world, but is very blue and clear, like an autumn lake.
Gendry was stunned.
He has seen many handsome people. When he was an apprentice in Master Tobho's blacksmith shop, many knights from the royal realm would come to him to make weapons and armor.
But the face in front of him, Gendry swore to the Seven Gods, was definitely the most handsome face he had ever seen!
It is not the handsomeness of a young man, but has been polished and settled by the years, and has infinite charm.
It was like a sword with a long history. The scabbard was worn and the hilt was black, but the blade was still sharp and glowed coldly in the sunlight.
If such a person appeared on the streets of King's Landing, he would be paired with a shiny suit of high-quality armor.
Gendry could imagine how those noble women who were not satisfied by their husbands would scream, and maybe even be willing to pay a thousand Gold Dragon just to spend one night with them.
No wonder!
No wonder this guy didn't even blink when he took out two hundred Gold Dragon just now...
"There is anger in your eyes."
The old knight did not see Gendry's impolite little thoughts, and just said calmly, "This is good, but it is not enough."
"No one taught you?"
"When swinging the hammer, don't always just focus on the enemy's body."
Hearing this, Gendry was stunned for a moment.
If you don't stare at the body, then what are you staring at?
The young blacksmith knelt on the sand and his mind was in a mess. Then he suddenly remembered that when he was an apprentice in the blacksmith shop, the master once said to him when he was teaching him how to make iron, "Don't look at the hammer, but look at the iron."
"The hammer is just a tool, the iron is what you want to change."
Stare at the iron.
Don't stare at the hammer!
Gendry's eyes suddenly lit up.
His fingers tightened on the handle of the hammer, and he jumped up from the sand on his knees.
"Come again!"
The old knight looked at him, a hint of surprise flashed in his blue eyes under his hood, and then the corners of his mouth curved even wider.
"Okay."