If Simon hadn't reacted and retreated when he felt something was wrong, Baron Edmund's sword might have been deeply penetrated into his chest at this time.

The solid chain mail saved Simon's life again, but it might leave bruises and internal injuries on his chest, but this is not a big problem, at least he was saved.

"Hey, look, Lord Simon stepped back when he felt something was wrong. Baron Edmund's sword tip did not pierce his mail!" Among the civilian audience, just as the chubby businessman was about to accept the fact that he lost money, he found that Simon had not been pierced by a sword and could not help but rekindle hope.

"Oh, so cunning!" The old potter's excitement of winning money was as if a basin of ice water poured from the bottom of his feet, and instantly pulled his face down. And the exaggerated guys next to him who took off his clothes and danced with his hands were as ridiculous as clowns at this time.

"It's not over yet!" Simon gritted his teeth, trying to keep his heart calm, and rationally judge how to turn the world away from this bad situation.

In this short moment, Simon simulated countless counterattack plans in his mind, but it seemed that each could be blocked by this experienced and vicious Baron Edmund and then counterattacked back.

"I'll go to yours, I don't care, that's it!" Simon made up his mind and stopped thinking about it.

"Huh?" At this time, Baron Edmund felt a strong resistance blocking the sword in his hand into Simon's body. He knew it was the damn chain mail. But he didn't want to give up such a good opportunity. God knows if there is still such a rare opportunity after letting Simon escape.

So Baron Edmund took a step forward and tried to press half of his body to pierce the mail that was in the way. However, Simon had already responded and took a step back, which made Baron Edmund's eagerness lose his weight, and even felt a little unstable in the center of gravity.

"when!"

Simon's sword that had been raised and blocked was arcing in the air, and opened the sword that Baron Edmund was pressing against his chest, then quickly grabbed Baron Edmund's sword-holding hand with his left hand, stepped forward, and smashed the square weight at the bottom of the hilt on the face of the shocked Baron Edmund.

"Ah! Damn little bastard!"

Baron Edmund screamed in pain in an instant. Before he could hold the sword again, he felt a heavy blow on his right shoulder, and his hands suddenly became numb, and even the sword was a little unsteady, and he knelt on the ground on one knee.

Baron Edmund felt dizzy, as if the heaven and earth were spinning upside down. He looked at the ground with stars, trying to raise his heavy head, but at this moment the damn helmet seemed heavier than usual, as if someone was pressing on his head and trying to put him to the ground.

He felt a heat surging on his numb nose. After a while, drops of red blood scattered on the green grass. He touched the bottom of his nose with his hands, and the fingertips of the old leather gloves were instantly soaked in blood.

"You lost." Simon's head was covered with sweat beads as big as beans. He covered his chest with his left hand and held a sword in his right hand to press his neck beside Baron Edmund's kneeling on the ground. As long as Baron Edmund had any abnormal movement, Simon would cut his neck open without hesitation.

"Hell, guys, stop, we lose!" Although Baron Edmund was very unwilling to be defeated by an unknown little knight, he would not have been swallowed by his wrath and let himself die in the arena.

The soldiers who were fighting fiercely on both sides stopped and breathed a breath of turbid air, with either relaxed, relieved, or unwilling or resentment on their faces.

"Luke, I'll help you get revenge." Komuning looked at the corpse that was still gushing out of the wound on the muddy warrior's neck, and sat on the ground with a long breath.

"God, it's simply incredible!" The fat businessman opened his eyes wide, his eyes full of joy. The old potter beside him had a stinky face and muttered some indecent words in his mouth. He threw the piece of cloth that had plastered Baron Edmund's twenty copper coins into a pile of feces on the ground, stepped on it, and left the outer periphery of the arena without looking back.

"Huh!" In the audience, many civilians and nobles who bet Simon won cheered, but the number was not very large.

"Is that knight called Simon? It's quite interesting. He can actually kill Baron Edmund under that situation." The noble stands center was drowsy and King Heinrich was in high spirits at this time, and turned his head to the Bishop of Cologne beside him.

"Damn it, the country knight, there is a trick, ha, the higher you fly now, I want you to fall miserably!" The arrogant Duke of Swabian, Knight of the inner palace, looked at the king from afar with a smile on his face and pointed at the Simon team leaving the field, raised a sneer, stood up, and walked away from the noble stand with his hands in his arms.

"It's really unbelievable, my dear Simon, I thought I would never see you again!" Reggel arrived at the position where Simon's team ended early, patted Simon on the shoulder excitedly, and immediately made Simon cough with some breath.

"Oh, sorry, my old guy, I was so excited just now. I forgot that you were hit by a sword in the chest. It was all my fault." Rejel took back his big hand awkwardly and helped Simon pass through the bustling civilian audience of the field.

Simon took the reins on the mouth of "lucky" from Rejel's little servant and rode the horse with the help of the fat man.

"Simon, Alexander and I will deal with Luke's funeral." Komuning said to Simon with a solemn face.

"May God bless him. By the way, take this," Simon said, taking a silver silver coin from his waist bag and throwing it to Komuning, "find a priest, and do a few more mass for him to save his soul."

"Thank you, Simon!" Komuning took the silver coin and said with some sorrow.

"Master, Baron Edmund must pay you a ransom equal to his value and hand over all his equipment. Are we going to his camp now?" The fat man was so excited that his face turned red, just like a drunkard who had just been drunk.

"Let's go, let's go to Baron Edmund's tent first." Simon waved his hand and the group headed towards the densely packed tent area next to the competition venue.

"Simon, your team has advanced. I heard from the royal clerk that you will fight Baron Adenauer of Saxony in the next game. He and his men are more difficult to deal with than this treacherous Baron Edmund." Reggel looked at Simon with some concern.

"Well..." Simon fell into deep thought.

In this battle, Simon paid the price of one death and three injuries and struggled to defeat Baron Edmund.

But you should know that Baron Emond is just a little famous, and his soldiers' equipment is uneven. Even if Simon paid a greater price, he defeated Baron Adenauer of Saxony at the risk of sacrificing his lives, and finally advanced to the elite Baron Ernest with his own tired army. He had absolutely no chance of winning. If he lost, he had to pay his equipment and a large ransom.

"Simon, if it really doesn't work, you may be able to stop when you get better and withdraw from the next team melee." Reger looked at the soldiers of the Simon team who were almost injured. It was hard to imagine how they would fight against the more elite and difficult Baron Adenauer.

"Okay, after we get his ransom and equipment from Baron Edmund, we will go to the clerk of the Kingdom to withdraw from the competition." Simon spoke after careful consideration.

He came here to participate in the martial arts competition not to win the championship, and there was no need to take the precious lives of his close friends for the victory of one melee.

When Simon and his party arrived at the entrance of Baron Edmund's camp, another game had already begun. The bored soldiers in the camp went to the competition grounds to watch the battle, so at this time there was no one else in the camp except for some guards guarding property. The originally lively camp seemed a little empty at this time.

Standing at the door of Baron Edmund's tent was a young guard wearing a round helmet with a padded cap, an old leather scale, a pair of thick leather leather boots, and a triangular blade spear. Simon had never seen him in the competitive arena, he should have been left to take care of Baron Edmund's property.

"This is Sir Simon from Dorsten..." The fat man walked forward, and before he finished speaking, the young servant had already opened the curtain of the tent.

"My master just ordered me, please come in, Lord Simon." The young servant made a "please" gesture into the tent door.

"Fatty, let's go in." Simon nodded in surprise and walked into the dark tent with the fat man.

There are many luggage bags, wooden boxes, armor stands, weapon stands and other miscellaneous things on the inner wall of the tent. With the light emitted by a faint candlestick in the tent, Simon could see a backrest chair with bearskin in the center.

Sitting on the backrest chair was a Baron of Love, wearing a gorgeous green robe and a pair of pointed leather slippers. Baron Emund, with a gloomy face, rolled up the sleeve of his right arm high, and an old doctor with gray temples in a black robe was bleeding him.

"You go out first, John," Baron Edmund turned his head and ordered the old doctor, then turned back to look at Simon who was walking slowly from the door of the tent. "Although I don't want to admit it, I have to say, congratulations on your final victory, Simon. This is my ransom and equipment, you can take it."

Baron Edmund said, and a young maid in a white dress next to him walked to his armor stand and struggled to remove the black dust chain mail, dirty feathered cross helmet, broken chain shoulder armor, rusty slatted arm armor, and smelly leather plywood boots.

"Fatty, you take it."

After the fat man took the equipment from the maid, the maid bent down and carried a heavy wooden box from under the weapon rack. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be filled with Baron Eymond's ransom.

"There are one hundred and fifty silver coins in it, which is my ransom. If I were captured by other nobles in the war, I think so many silver coins would be enough for them to give me freedom." Baron Edmund said with pain and closed his eyes. The maid opened the top cover of the wooden box at the same time, and the silver coins of the Transnier shone brightly under the candlelight.

"Of course, this is enough. What I am a little curious about now is that you, your maid and doctor are the only ones here? Where are your men?" Simon took the wooden box from the maid and asked Baron Emund with his eyes closed in confusion.

"They are going to bury the young man who was killed by your men just now." Baron Edmund curled his lips mockingly, with half open eyes.

"Is that big guy and bald soldier covered in mud? I can only say sorry. No matter what happens in the competition field, you and I can control it." Simon shrugged helplessly.

"Ha, stop saying these clichés. I know you must be gloating in your heart, right? Maybe in your opinion, McKinson is a sloppy guy with dry mud all over his body, ruthlessly taking the life of your companion, and he should go to hell, but who knows his story and past? For example, why did he put mud on himself? Bah, you don't understand, and you don't want to understand."

"You have successfully aroused my interest. OK, then let me talk about that sloppy guy with dry mud all over his body is called Mackins or Mackinson. Why do you need to cover yourself with that disgusting mud?" Simon said excitedly at Baron Eimmond, who was a little gloomy and sad.
Chapter completed!