Chapter 857: Duel between Father and Son (Part )

With a roar, Angus directly put on a layer of fighting spirit armor, ready to use the purest power to teach this brat a lesson.

Seeing this, Weilin calmly took out the Sword of Anansi and let it float in the air.

A breeze appeared out of nowhere, blowing the corners of Weilin's clothes.

The next moment, two knights flew out of Weilin's body and stood on both sides, one on the left and one on the right.

One was black, the other was white, exuding completely different auras, which attracted a lot of discussion among the people present. Some wizards even couldn't help but want to study it, but when they thought of the statement of the Duke of Moravia and the Aix family, they gave up the idea.

It's not worth it to spend all your money for a momentary interest.

Looking at the two knights, one black and one white, Angus's expression became somewhat solemn. His subconscious told him that this battle would not be easy, but it had come to this point and there was no point in retreating.

Weilin moved his mind and handed the Sword of Anansi to the Knight of Life.

As for the Death Knight, he swallowed up the soul and scarlet breath of the Scarlet Storm Priest of the Church of the God of Beasts last time. His strength is already very strong, so he doesn't need to rely on the power of weapons.

Besides, he only had the Aoki Staff left, and no other weapons for the Death Knight to use. He couldn't just give it the ornament on his waist that would only be used a few times.

“Come on, Dad!”

When Weilin's voice rang in Angus' ears, the two knights moved and began to attack from the left and right.

Faced with two opponents of the same level, Angus did not dare to be careless. He took out his weapon and started to fight.

Weilin stood at the edge of the training ground, quietly admiring his father's fighting posture.

Compared to Grand Duke Silvester Saler Silvester, his father was more powerful, had rich combat skills, and was proficient in the use of combat techniques.

However, the learning abilities of the Life-Knight and the Death-Knight are particularly terrifying. The two cooperate with each other to compress Angus's space for activities.

The sound of weapons clashing echoed throughout the training ground, and the strong wind blew everyone's hair.

At this moment, no one was communicating. Everyone was staring at the man and two knights in the center of the training ground. As for Weilin at the edge, he was gorgeously ignored.

On the viewing stand, the Duke of Moravia was drinking tea with a faint smile on his face, and he was in a very good mood.

Ankrol Moravia looked at Alyssa’s surprised expression and asked in a low voice: “Sister, don’t you know Weilin either?”

Alyssa came back to her senses, shook her head, and said: “I knew him well before, but now, as a mother, I don’t know anything at all. Maybe my father knows more than me.”

Seeing this, the two looked at the Duke of Moravia, hoping to get some information from him.

Even Ilysis and Alicia were no exception, looking at their grandfather with curiosity in their eyes.

Under the gaze of the crowd, the Duke of Moravia slowly spoke: "Don't look at me, I don't know much either. This kid would never do it himself if he could avoid it. As far as I know, he only took action three times during the expedition."

After hearing this, everyone stopped trying to find out and started watching the duel attentively.

Under the siege of the Knights of Life and Death, Angus felt increasingly powerless, with fewer and fewer means to break the deadlock.

At the edge of the battlefield, Weilin crossed his arms over his chest, watching his old father struggling to cope with the situation. He wondered if he should let his father off the hook, but the thought only lasted a few seconds before he rejected it.

Based on his understanding of his father, he would be unhappy if he let him off.

The battle entered a stalemate, with neither side being able to do anything to the other, but for the strong men in the stands, it was a good opportunity to learn, and they even hoped that the father and son would fight as long as possible.

Based on the deduction of the battle scenes, many soul-level warrior professionals have come up with many techniques for using fighting spirit.

"Father, can you still hold on?"

"What do you say?"

Angus glanced at Weilin who was hundreds of meters away, then flashed to the side, took a breath, and re-condensed his fighting spirit armor.

Seeing this, Weilin decided to find another way to get his father out.

The next moment, Weilin took the Knight of Life and the Knight of Death back into his body, raised the Green Wood Staff high, and silently chanted: "[Giant Tree-Beast-Qilin]."

In an instant, vines appeared out of thin air, entwined with each other in the air, forming a huge monster.

Weilin stood on the top of the beast, overlooking the earth. Everything seemed so small.

"This kid is going to kill his father."

This idea suddenly popped up in Angus' mind, but he did not dare to relax at all, and always paid attention to the movements of this rebellious son.

"This is definitely a biological child." The Duke of Moravia took a sip of tea leisurely, nodded, and said with emotion.

Alyssa heard what her father said and agreed with it deeply.

As for Ankrol Moravia, he was full of questions and didn't quite understand what his father said. If this child wasn't his biological child, could he have been picked up?

After a fight, Weilin swept Angus out of the training ground cleanly.

When Weilin saw Angus fall off the field, he felt a little happy, but it was enough to do this once, otherwise he would have a hard time explaining to his mother.

After releasing [Giant Tree-Beast Form-Qilin], Weilin flew out of the field, came to Angus, apologized sincerely, and admitted his mistake.

"In just a few decades, you have surpassed me. Maybe I really should retire." Angus said with a smile on his face, patting Weilin's shoulder and saying with some pride.

Looking at the expression on his father's face, Weilin felt that he seemed a little happy, but it was not the joy of him beating him, but the joy of being about to retire.

The next moment, congratulations were heard from the stands, with envy in their tone.

If nothing unexpected happens, these golden transcendents will not have an easy time in the next few months.

"Italia, why are you staring at me like that?" Somewhere in the stands, Claire looked at his wife and had a bad feeling.

Italia said seriously with a serious face: "Claire, you are too weak. I will arrange a detailed training plan for you."

"I am the deputy captain of the floating battleship, and I also need to..."

"Don't worry, I'll let Isolde take care of your part of the matter. Don't worry."

"This……"

"Okay, it's happily decided. Unless you can beat me one day, I will listen to you. Now you should listen to me." Italia said in an unquestionable tone.

Seeing this, Claire smiled bitterly. This is not pleasant at all, okay?

Unfortunately, the wife his father found for him was too strong, so strong that he was far behind her. There was no hope of defeating Italia in this lifetime.