Miss Rabbit’s third battle opponent was no longer a noble, but a rcenary nicknad Golden Fly.
As a contestant who had stood out from the lee on the first day and then won two consecutive rounds, Golden Fly obviously had so tricks up his sleeve.
According to the intelligence gathered by Miss Rabbit, Golden Fly was likely to take an agile approach, facing a knight in the previous round who was half a head taller and more robust.
Moreover, the knight was clad in heavy armor, whereas Golden Fly’s equipnt was much simpler, consisting only of a spear and a piece of leather armor.
However, Golden Fly first used his spear to knock his opponent off the horse, then adopted a hit-and-run fighting style, continuously circling the knight, constantly searching for gaps in his armor.
In his hands, the spear transford into a venomous snake, waiting for an opportunity to strike, occasionally leaving wounds on the knight’s body.
And Golden Fly was not overzealous; he always struck once and quickly retreated, even though thrusting his spear just a little further might have ended the battle sooner; he still chose to withdraw quickly, patiently waiting for the next opportunity.
His opponent—the knight from the Harlan family—frequently roared in anger, like a trapped beast, swinging his long sword as if possessed.
Yet he could never connect with that cunning and treacherous rcenary, who occasionally tried to grab at the spear with his other hand, but always just missed by a little.
Ultimately, the knight from the Harlan family, due to excessive blood loss, could no longer continue the fight, granting Golden Fly another victory.
The Lady guessed that the rcenary’s unique style of combat was probably the source of his nickna; he was like a cow fly, continually buzzing around his opponent, which was incredibly annoying.
The knight from the Harlan family continued swearing loudly as he was carried off the field.
And like other rcenaries, Golden Fly clearly had a fondness for money.
He even secretly approached the Lady before the match, hinting that for fifty gold lions, he could lose the next match without a trace.
But he was rejected by the young girl.
Because Miss Rabbit felt that even without paying, Golden Fly had no chance of winning against her.
Perhaps other knights would find Golden Fly a headache, but the Lady was hardly short of glee.
This guy didn’t have a piece of armor on him; it was going to be a shot per target.
However, the process of the subsequent battle was entirely different from what the young girl had imagined.
Golden Fly unexpectedly gave up his agility advantage and got a giant shield from sowhere, carrying it in his hand.
He advanced step by step towards the Lady, and the mont Miss Rabbit raised that black-barreled tube, Golden Fly imdiately stopped moving, completely hiding behind the giant shield.
The Lady had never encountered such a cunning opponent before.
Since Golden Fly chose to play the turtle, Ireya simply imitated his last round of guerrilla warfare, starting to circle around Golden Fly, trying to get behind him for a shot.
Miss Rabbit was just grateful that she had taken off that suit of Dwarf Armor that morning; otherwise, she really might not have been able to move.
But Golden Fly was not foolish; whenever he heard the Lady’s footsteps, he would peek out to check, then adjust the direction of his giant shield accordingly.
As a result, the Lady circled the field for a full round-and-half and utterly failed to catch Golden Fly behind the shield.
In frustration, the young girl stomped her foot on the ground twice, and sure enough, Golden Fly poked his head out again.
Lady took the opportunity to aim her gun and pulled the trigger.
However, unlike modern firearms, flintlock guns have a certain delay from igniting the gunpowder to firing, and this short delay was enough for Golden Fly to sense danger and retract his head again.
Therefore, Miss Rabbit’s shot ended up missing.
Golden Fly was overjoyed, threw his shield aside, drew his dagger, and charged towards the lady.
But then he saw the young lady sneer coldly and take another "Hand of Judgnt" from her belt.
The smile on Golden Fly’s face lasted less than a mont before turning back to terror. He ran away like a startled rabbit, faster than he had arrived.
Without caring about his awkward posture, he dove towards the giant shield that he had just abandoned.
At the crucial mont of life and death, his potential exploded. The entire set of movents was completed seamlessly in less than two seconds, and he managed to set up the shield again, actually blocking the lady’s second shot.
Golden Fly felt a shock at his wrist, sothing seed to have struck the other side of the shield, and when he looked again, he saw a deep dent on it.
Golden Fly was secretly amazed. Although the dent wasn’t big, the fact that it left such a mark on a heavy iron shield was enough to demonstrate its power.
What was more crucial was that he still didn’t know what had hit the shield.
Invisible and colorless, yet frighteningly fast, it was no wonder the previous few had been hit.
Having her second shot fail to injure the opponent frustrated Miss Rabbit a bit. She didn’t rush to draw a third dueling pistol but instead started to load gunpowder and bullets on the spot.
But this ti, Golden Fly had learned his lesson and didn’t recklessly abandon his shield to strike; he simply allowed the lady to load both guns.
Afterwards, the two of them started playing a ga of chase and dodge.
It seed Golden Fly was completely terrified by the previous two shots, determined to be a shrinking turtle, clutching the giant shield without letting go.
Miss Rabbit circled a few tis, eventually holding her knees and gasping for breath, unable to find any opening.
And Golden Fly, with his "turtle shell" — no, his giant shield — obviously couldn’t catch up with the young lady, and it seed like both were stuck in a deadlock.
However, a duel doesn’t recognize a draw. There had never been such a situation in previous dueling tournants, although there had been many dual defeats, ending in mutual destruction.
The judge’s face showed a look of difficulty, and he was about to ask the two for their thoughts when he saw the young lady suddenly sneaking slyly, tiptoeing toward Golden Fly’s side.
This ti Ireya made no sound, so Golden Fly foolishly kept the shield in front of him without moving.
Just as the lady was almost at Golden Fly’s side, suddenly a loud shout ca from the crowd, "Beware the east!"
Golden Fly heard the shout and jerked, not having ti to think, he turned the shield toward the east.
The next mont there was a loud bang, sothing struck the shield again, and Golden Fly broke out in a cold sweat.
At the sa ti, the crowd issued a chorus of boos, clearly displeased with the whistleblower who had just alerted Golden Fly.
But since the duel rules didn’t prohibit the audience from making noise, strictly speaking, it wasn’t cheating, though the action was sowhat contemptible.
Ireya was also very angry, but the opportunity was missed, and she couldn’t do anything about it. Instead, Thomas, watching the battle from the side, had already spotted the person who shouted and walked over to him.
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