Chapter 11 Team up to kill the dragon
"I'll do it!"
Wilbur was the first to stand up. He was a little dissatisfied with Viserys's promotion.
Although the Seventh Battalion would not be disbanded immediately because of him, it would be better to disband it directly if a rookie was allowed to mess it up.
Seeing that the first match was a competition between the new sergeant major and the previous sergeant major, everyone was looking forward to it.
Viserys habitually saluted Wilbur, but he responded with a cold snort.
The two drew their swords and began to confront each other.
At this time, someone with sharp eyes saw Viserys's sword and exclaimed:
"Look! It's a steel sword!"
Seeing the steel sword in Viserys's hand, the mercenaries of the Seventh Battalion realized that he was not simple, so their expectations increased a bit.
Of course, in addition to expectations and envy, there were inevitably a few greedy eyes.
Wilbur first attacked several times tentatively, but Viserys was not fooled, let alone revealed any flaws.
Instead, he was attacked by Viserys first because of his inconsistent pace.
As soon as they started fighting, Vibo felt something was wrong.
The opponent's strength was far beyond his expectations.
After only three rounds, he felt his arms go numb.
Viserys didn't look like he was trying his best.
If this continued, his defeat would be a matter of time.
But Vibo didn't want to lose to Viserys so easily, so he started to increase his attack.
However, Viserys was far superior to him in terms of strength and swordsmanship.
After a dodge, he put the blade on his neck.
"Good!"
As Viserys's attendant, Regis raised his head and cheered loudly.
However, it seemed a bit abrupt at the moment, because not many people supported Viserys, the "newcomer".
But Regis didn't think so, and cheered loudly for Viserys.
This caused the big bear to follow suit with a bit of embarrassment.
Vibo was a little unconvinced, but he lost.
This time he didn't continue with a cold attitude, but saluted him.
"Hey, you have some skills. 'Dasent said, smoothing his cherry red hair.
But he still had no intention of going on the field.
Viserys smiled and nodded, then looked at the sergeants of other battalions and said,
"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge?!" "
I'll do it!"
Following the voice, he saw Redback Gerold.
Redback Gerold was also from Westeros.
However, he was not a famous noble, and only one of his ancestors had the title of knight.
Because he was the second son in the family, he chose to come to the Free City to become a mercenary.
And he became a sergeant major at the age of thirty.
He came to Viserys and saluted, indicating that he wanted to challenge.
Viserys glanced at the mercenaries of the seventh battalion, and saw that most of them still had an expression of watching the fun on their faces.
This could not achieve the effect he wanted, so he said,
"I remember that you and that black Gerold are good friends, why don't you go together!"
Redback Gerold's face changed, and although the black Gerold not far away could not be seen whether his face changed or not, his eyes turned cold.
This was a naked provocation!
The eyes of the tall Kago beside him also brightened.
The mercenaries of the Seventh Battalion also burst into amazement.
"He wants to fight two people at once! Is he so arrogant?"
"Oh no, if I really let such a person be my sergeant major, I don't think I will live until next year."
"Doesn't he think that everyone is the same as spiders?"
"..."
Dick wanted to dissuade him, but he thought better of it.
He was not worried that Viserys would not be able to win, but that it would easily make him unpopular.
If he won, the two Geralds would lose in a two-on-one fight, and they would definitely not be able to hold their heads up in the future.
In this way, the two sides would have a grudge.
On the contrary, if he lost, not only would he lose the Vargan sword, but he would also be ridiculed.
In short, neither of them would be a good result.
Viserys didn't think so.
Being hated after winning?
That's because your strength is not strong enough!
When your strength is strong enough, all the resentment will dissipate by itself like ice and snow under the scorching sun.
Seeing that the black Gerald was reluctant to agree, Viserys simply chose to raise the stakes:
"What? Don't you want to? Even if two people come together, my promise is still valid!"
Having been stimulated by this, the two Geralds no longer hesitated.
The two prepared to attack Viserys on the left and right.
The three of them soon fought together.
The two found that Viserys's pace was quite fast.
The two of them could not attack effectively at the same time. There was always one person who could not attack because of the obstruction of his companion.
As time went on, the two began to get anxious.
Not to mention losing in a two-on-one battle, even winning too hard would be ridiculed.
But this impatience could easily cause trouble.
Viserys keenly seized their gap and inserted himself between the two.
He kicked the black Gerald away, and then put his sword against the neck of the red-backed Gerald.
"Good--"
Regis still cheered immediately, and even the big bear's cheers were less embarrassed and more admiring.
The mercenaries of the seventh battalion were even more surprised.
I didn't expect this new young sergeant to be so fierce!
No wonder he dared to fight two people alone, he really has the strength!
Dick observed the expressions of the two Geralds, which were obviously not very good.
But when Viserys reached out to help the black Gerald, he still accepted it.
Otherwise, it would seem that he could not afford to lose.
And Wei Bo on the side suddenly realized that Viserys had actually held back just now, in order to save his face and not let himself lose so badly.
Dasent put away his contempt, and Bachi also realized that Viserys's strength was far beyond his imagination.
"Lord Viserys is the champion of the Braavos sword tournament. It's not shameful for you to lose to him!"
Regis was not satisfied with just cheering, and he played Viserys's title of champion.
Although the sergeants already knew about it, these ordinary mercenaries did not know about it.
So the crowd burst into discussion again.
"Braavos sword tournament! Champion! Really?"
"No wonder it's one against two. It seems good to have such a sergeant major?"
"It's just a sword tournament. It's still a long way from a real battle."
There are various comments, but it is obvious that the doubts and contempts when seeing Viserys just now have almost disappeared.
Viserys is still not very satisfied with this. He wants to establish an image in front of this group of mercenaries and even the sergeants.
That is, his martial arts are unfathomable, so as to dispel their idea of daring to be his enemy.
And establish absolute authority in the Seventh Battalion!
"Which lord wants to challenge? I am always waiting for you!"
If it is said that after Vibo was defeated, there are still many people eager to try.
But after he defeated two Gerolds in a one-on-two fight, many people gave up the idea.
After all, if they went up again, it would be overestimating their own abilities.
The tall Kago in the crowd held the scimitar in his hand, rubbing his thumb back and forth on the handle, and no one knew what he was thinking.
And many people secretly cast their eyes on him.
Seeing that no one responded, Viserys simply raised the stakes again:
"Three people can come together! As long as you beat me, my steel sword can still win!"
Viserys looked around privately, his tone full of temptation.