"I admit defeat!"

Looking at the extremely cold look in Morgan's eyes, the sharpshooter in front of him, as if he was looking at himself as if he was looking at a corpse.

Black, the originally very angry middle-aged mercenary, almost instantly awakened.

He shouted quickly.

He could clearly feel that if he refused to give in, the other party might really kill him.

The words fell.

I didn't care about the pain coming from every part of my body.

At this time, Black looked at the powerful cold Morgan in front of him, and didn't even dare to breathe loudly, for fear of annoying the other party.

Looking at the middle-aged mercenary who reacted very quickly under his feet.

Morgan just grinned and then took back the elf sword that was pressed against the middle-aged mercenary's neck and inserted it back into the scabbard at his waist.

"call..."

Watching the sharpshooter Morgan slowly walk away, feeling the crisis fading away.

Middle-aged mercenary Black finally breathed a long sigh.

As the relaxation came, Black immediately felt the clear pain coming from his body.

It made him suffer.

"Damn..."

He gritted his teeth and muttered.

Then Black slowly got up.

Looking at the middle-aged mercenaries who were slowly getting up, the people around the training ground also reacted.

how long?

How long did that sharpshooter Morgan defeat the middle-aged mercenary with two consecutive victories and superb swordsmanship?

At this moment, almost most people on the training ground couldn't help but think of this problem in their minds.

"Damn it, Black was defeated like this?"

"Is it my eyes dazzled?"

"No, you are not dazzled. Black lost, he lost without any power to fight back..."

"This sharpshooter Morgan is really powerful. Where did this guy come out?"

"Why have you never heard of this name before?"

"There are so many things you haven't heard of..."

"Blake, this waste!"

"He lost now, can he still get the money he promised to give us?"

"Hey, you guys think so well. Black failed to become a swordsman teacher of the Stark family as he wished and could not join Winterfell. Do you think he would give you money?"

"I don't care about that. He promised to give the money, so I promised to act with him..."

"Luke, you and Black are in the same group, now that's what you say?"

"Hmph, how do I know that Black owes me more than you..."

"What's the hurry? You'll know when Black comes..."

“…”

The competition was decided.

The mercenaries were talking about it for a while.

Next to the training ground.

Several children of the Stark family were also talking about it.

"That Morgan actually defeated the middle-aged mercenary, which is really surprising..."

"You guys say, can Morgan defeat the old coach?"

Ricken Stark looked at the tall figure on the training ground, retracted his gaze and looked at the two brothers beside him and asked.

"have no idea."

Brandon Stark shook his head.

Although his father asked him to follow him to watch the selection of swordsmans, he wanted him to gain more knowledge.

But at this time he was only in his teens, how much could he understand.

"That Morgan is very strong..."

Hearing Ricken Stark's words, Jon Snow turned his gaze back to the two younger brothers beside him and continued: "But the old coach is also very strong."

"As for who is better, you will only know after the competition..."

Jon Snow said.

Just looking at Morgan defeating the middle-aged mercenary very easily, he knew that the sharpshooter Morgan in front of him was even stronger than he thought.

The strength of the old coach who taught them since childhood.

Jon Snow is certainly clear.

The old coach is only as strong as the middle-aged mercenary, and may be stronger, but it is limited.

If you face that sharpshooter Morgan, it will definitely not be enough.

He just couldn't even see how strong Morgan's specific swordsmanship was.

Because the other party ended too quickly.

He just saw the middle-aged mercenary killing Morgan for several swords and then quickly retreated.

When fighting together again.

The middle-aged mercenary was easily chopped away by just waved his hand and the middle-aged mercenary.

Then, the battle ended.

Not only did the archery technique reach the level of a superb sharpshooter.

Even melee swordsmanship is so powerful.

"Where did this Morgan come out?"

Jon Snow narrowed his eyes and looked at the figure in the training ground. He couldn't help but think of it.

This is also the doubt in the hearts of most people at the scene.

"Congratulations, Morgan..."

Next to the training ground, Robb Stark walked towards Morgan with a smile.

Although this is the best result.

However, Morgan's strength was beyond Robb Stark's expectations.

He originally thought that this Morgan swordsman was at most comparable to that of the middle-aged mercenary.

However, the facts were beyond everyone's expectations...

"Next, you will be our Winterfell swordsman..."

Robb Stark said and smiled forward.

Morgan nodded slightly to the duke's eldest son, then smiled and said, "This is my honor."

Feeling that this Morgan is not only strong, handsome, but also quite graceful. Robb Stark smiled and turned to look at the training ground and shouted: "Bran, Ricken, come here..."

"Let's go over and meet the swordsman who will teach you next."

Jon Snow said and walked towards the training ground with his two younger brothers.

Next to the training ground.

The adopted son of Stark, Theon Greyjoy, had already walked in front of the mercenaries.

“Take them out…”

Theon looked at the soldiers beside him and ordered, "Don't let them fall behind and run around."

"yes."

Several soldiers nodded immediately and stepped forward.

The mercenaries heard the contemptuous tone of the young Stark member's words, but no one dared to say anything more.

I could only be led by the soldiers towards the inner castle gate.

On the training ground.
To be continued...