"Pas used to be a mercenary, skilled in foot combat. But it is said his horseback fighting isn't great. Perhaps someone wants to challenge Pas with horseback fighting."
Just as the words fell, indeed, that burly man shouted at the top of his voice, "I choose horseback fighting!"
"Pas, horseback fighting." Abi Robbs repeated.
Pas's expression froze.
Mike, standing next to him, laughed and said quietly, "See, I told you someone would definitely challenge you with horseback fighting."
"This guy thinks I'm easy to bully, doesn't he?" Pas sighed helplessly and stood up, supporting himself with the hilt of his sword.
Meanwhile, Huoersi also stood up, supporting himself with the hilt of his sword, and discreetly left his seat.
...
In the backstage tent, Huoersi silently took off his chest armor, then clutched his chest, his expression twisted, his forehead covered in sweat.
"What's wrong, Uncle Huoersi."
