Knight with Wand

The blunt swords swung through the air, and the two girls in casual clothes met on the wide rooftop of the fortress, their bodies intersecting and their weapons engaging.

Even in the basic sword practice, the girl with pigtails in the chestnut hair put in 120% of her energy, constantly combining all the skills she had learned.

The two repeated the basic swordplay back and forth, but although it was the same speed and moves, and there was no super-standard technique, it was still increasingly difficult for Treya to keep up with the rhythm.

If she was not careful, her arms would be one step slower than her body in the move, and the sword wind that passed by in front of her forced the chestnut-haired girl to blink her eyes instinctively.

This negligence of less than a breath made Olivia's movements disappear, causing Treya to hastily raise her blade to parry, and she could no longer block the opponent's sword.

The cold metal pressed against her forehead, indicating the end of a round of practice.

"Get used to overcoming your fear instinct. Closing your eyes won't protect you in battle, and your eyelids won't block your weapons. If you can't observe your opponent, you'll lose." Olivia put down her blunt sword.

"I'm sorry, I'll try." Treya apologized with a messy breath.

Olivia smiled and said, "Take your time. After all, you've only just started."

After that, she suggested taking a break, and the two of them came to a table with fruits and clean water and put down their weapons.

Treya took a towel to wipe the sweat off her face, and looked at her mentor: "When you see the knights fighting with you, even their every strike is within your expectations. How can you see through your opponent's thoughts like you? Can you do it just by observing with your eyes? Is there any trick?"

Hearing this, Olivia stopped her hand holding the apple in mid-air, frowned, and thought about how to explain it in Leon's tone.

Suddenly, the blonde girl looked at Treya and jokingly threw the fruit in her hand to the other party.

The red fruit sent from the apple orchard flew in an arc from the air——

"?" Treya quickly reached out to catch it.

Olivia smiled.

"See, you have 'seen through' this trick. You can actually do it too."

Treya held the apple in both hands and blinked, still a little confused.

Olivia patiently explained: "Think about it, we have all seen the trajectory of things being thrown since we were young. After seeing it many times, we can subconsciously foresee similar and identical "results", the only difference is the degree of accuracy.

This is also the meaning of constantly practicing martial arts and improving skills. As long as you remember enough processes, when I plan to throw the "apple", you don't even need to actively think, you can take action immediately."

While speaking, the girl put her hands on her waist, touched her chin, and answered honestly: "Of course, Leon told me that talent is also a key factor. Everyone is born different and always has their own strengths. I took advantage of many of these.

With his reminder, I found that compared with everyone else, it seems that I have a clearer perception of the trajectory of objects. I can observe the differences of many things before they move, which may be like I have seen "them" move countless times."

Trya fell into thought, not quite understanding.

Olivia picked up another apple and took a bite.

But she frowned slightly.

Today's fruit tastes sweet with an inexplicable bitterness and palpitations.

Lowering his eyes, he fell into a strange feeling.

Leon stared at the silver track of his jaw, as if he saw his throat being cut.

It was as if he had seen countless moments of death.

But unlike the past when he tried his best, his desire to live now was tens of millions times stronger than when he was struggling on the road to escape.

There were many people waiting for him in Avalon.

He had not yet fulfilled his promise to many people.

He gritted his teeth, unwilling to wait for death in vain, tried to struggle, and the exhaustion of his physical strength made his muscles seem to be torn apart one by one. In the endless hunger, his heart suddenly burst into a stream of boiling blood.

He raised his head slightly.

The skin that was shallowly cut by the broken knife splashed a string of scarlet blood beads.

——clang

The thorn sword slid out of the scabbard and slashed into the gap between the broken knife and the neck, separating the blade that should have penetrated into the flesh and blood.

Yasen raised his eyebrows, surprised by this perfect sword.

He had never seen such a beautiful sword-drawing trajectory. The opponent actually blocked his knife that was close to his neck at zero distance?

——This kid actually still had some strength left.

The knight's killing intent did not diminish, and he suddenly increased his strength and changed from cutting to slashing.

Buzz!

The fierce wind of the knife swept across the earth, tearing off large pieces of bark and wood from the tree stump, and the soil splashed.

But Yasen didn't have much feeling of chopping the target.

He only felt that he swung the knife and slashed a group of drifting breeze.

He looked sideways.

He found that the black-haired knight supported the weak blade of the sword and fell far away with his own slash.

His feet stood firmly on the rugged land, the armor vibrated slightly, and the black hair slowly fell on the knight's shoulders and neck.

Leon held the long sword tightly, endured the severe pain all over his body, and observed everything familiar and unfamiliar in his eyes.

It seemed that he saw something, his senses were infinitely magnified, and countless intertwined outlines appeared in his eyes. The spots, lines, and cuts thrown out from the outlines surged towards him like waves.

He seemed to be used to this scene, everything unfolded within his sight, and he "saw" the virtual image of the old knight rushing from all directions.

The next second, countless silhouettes of himself being killed on the spot appeared in his mind, but he found the only tiny chance of survival overlapping in it.

Without time to be distracted and doubtful, Leon took the initiative to overlap with the virtual image. His actions were almost consistent with reality.

There was another gust of wind, and Count Asen's eyes widened.

The sword that came forward with certainty cut through the black-haired knight's dancing robe and long hair at the moment it almost touched the opponent.

Broken hair flew with the cut red robe, Leon's body movement rotated in a perfect geometry, and a sword light shot out with his backhand, reaching the eyeball of the enemy in front of him.

With his pupils narrowed, Count Yassen retreated just a fraction of a second away from the sword thrust from the right, dodging this miraculous sword with sheer speed.

The counterattack failed, and Leon stepped forward to chase.

Realizing that the opponent dared to take the initiative to attack, the knight angrily turned the blade and slashed at the opponent's head in succession.

Looking for the only chance of survival, the black-haired knight lowered his body, leaned forward and pulled off the hilt of his sword.

Bah! Sparks flew.

With a cleverly timed crossbar and the pressure of the sword hitting his shoulder, he escaped a kill that he could not dodge.

Turning the handle and cutting into the center line, Leon was slashing down a sword that was longer than his opponent's weapon.

Hastily raising his arm to deflect the sharp blade, the knight turned around and kicked it out.

Only touching the end of the force of Yassen's steel boots, Leon raised his sword and took the hit.

Bang!

The body that was relieved of its strength flew out with a bang and retreated for a long distance before falling to the ground.

He leaned on his sword and knelt down half-kneeling. Before he fell, Leon opened his mouth and spurted out the blood in his chest that he could no longer hold back.

The mud was stained with scarlet.

But he raised his hand to wipe the blood on his mouth, showing a slight sense of satisfaction in the desperate situation, as if he was enjoying the pain.

The old earl raised his left hand to touch the side of his face because of the tingling sensation, and then looked down.

The overflowing blood reflected the glove red.

A sword wound went from the eyebrow on the left side of Yasen's face, deep into the eyebrow bone, to the cheek.

It seemed that just a few minutes deeper would have blinded his eyes.

Yassen raised his eyes and looked at the black-haired knight who was still holding on to his seriously injured body and standing up tenaciously.

If it weren't for the fact that the opponent's strength and speed were still mediocre, Yasen would have almost thought he was fighting a strong man with extraordinary martial arts.

Is there such swordsmanship in this world?

Unlike the halberd-wielding warrior who suddenly disappeared in the magic light, he knew that even if the young man in front of him had the blessing of Duosen's necklace, his strength was far inferior to his own.

He said that he was weak due to his abdominal injury, but the other party was also seriously injured by him. It was a miracle that he could stand up.

Despite this, I was still hurt by this young man.

Yasen couldn't help but review the previous confrontation in his mind, and what mistakes he made.

No, every knife he struck was meant to kill him.

But the other party miraculously caught the gap that he had never noticed.

The great knight glanced at the sword that was cut off by the halberd-wielding warrior, and did not want to complain about the disadvantages caused by the broken weapon. According to past experience, he could tear the young knight in front of him to pieces even with his bare hands.

But under the facts, Yasen no longer thinks so.

Pulling off the damaged shirt that was buckled on the shoulder, Yassen turned sideways and held the spine of the sword in his hand, and opened his walking frame in front of him.

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"It's amazing. After I kill you, I will leave the scars you gave me."

The dragon slayer held the end of the handle of the sword with five fingers, his old eyebrows were serious and dignified, and he looked at the young knight holding the sword in the distance, truly treating him as an opponent who needed to be taken seriously.

Sensing the sudden change in the opponent's momentum, Leon clasped his sword together and tried his best to observe the trajectory extending from the outline of the old knight with his eyes.

Countless lines converged overwhelmingly.

Leon was shocked to find that every inch and every foot was covered by his opponent's next slash.

The owl's head was cut off, his limbs were cut off, and his heart was pierced.

There is nowhere to retreat, nowhere to hide, there is no gap in this, there is no life left at all.

It was like destined death.

Like destiny.

But Leon has never believed in fate, no matter in his past or present life.

His dark eyes calmed down, he straightened the blade of the sword, and pointed the blade directly at Yassen despite the severe pain all over his body: "...I will not die, I will live."

"Then use your sword to prove it." Count Yassen tested his opponent's determination with actions.

The distance of more than ten steps was only a moment under the great knight's feet.

The densely packed virtual images of perception suddenly opened up in front of Leon's eyes countless paths of despair like a peacock spreading its tail.

The storm blew up the long hair and red robe of the black-armored knight,

No longer seeking to escape in vain, since no matter what the action is, it is a dead end, then the only option left is to move forward.

Pay the price and win!

Stepping calmly, Leon stabbed the long sword into the spiral that swallowed everything as if he was going to die.

Knights and knights risked their lives to fight each other to the death, but there was no earth-shattering collision.

——The swords crossed each other, and the metal shattered in the huge collision.

The dragon slayer's sword, which was full of gaps, split open the black steel armor.

The broken sword of thorns flew into the sky and then spun back into the ground.

A severed arm fell heavily.

Blood gushed out from the section of his left arm.

The exhausted black-armored knight finally fell.

There are no miracles, or miracles have been achieved.

In silence, the blood on the sword fell off. Yassen tensed his muscles and pulled out the half of the sword blade that was embedded in the left side of his neck.

".Still a little bit worse."

Covering the bleeding wound on his neck, the old count sighed in his heart.

This incredible swordsmanship was indeed lost to him. Unfortunately, this place was not a place for competition.

He turned the handle of the knife and held the broken blade upside down. He was about to end this twists and turns of the deadly fight, but his ears moved slightly and he heard the terrifying wind pressure being thrown.

Boom——!

A long-handled battle axe fell to the ground.

Leaping into the forest on one side by a hair’s breadth, Count Arsen threw the broken blade in his hand in mid-air, shooting at the black-armored knight who had not yet received the last blow.

The battle axe with a faint glow suddenly flew up from the ground, and the axe blade blocked the black-armored knight with a broken arm, deflecting the thrown attack.

A burly knight in silver armor jumped off his Pegasus and fell directly from the air.

He landed with a bang, and the lion hair behind the mask trembled slightly. Kailan stood up and waved, and the floating rune battle axe fell into his palm.

Deer Horn Baron, Great Knight Kailan.

Looking at the opponent who was not unfamiliar from afar, Arsen frowned. He had lost all his weapons and had a serious abdominal injury. He could not fight a great knight with his bare hands in this state.

No wonder there was no movement in the sky. Without delay, the old count stomped on the ground and drilled into the dense forest.

Watching the Peacock Knight retreating without a word, Kailan turned his head to look at Leon who had lost consciousness on the ground.

It was hard to believe.

This young man who was still very immature half a year ago actually forced Yasen into such a mess. I wonder what kind of battle had just happened here.

Without hesitation, Kailan did not chase the enemy. He leaned on his battle axe, bent down to remove Leon's broken arm armor, and treated his wounds for him urgently.

Chasing Yasen now might take the opportunity to get rid of a strong enemy, but this excellent knight would be dead, not to mention that Kailan did not want to steal the other party's victory at the cost of his life.

After tying the wound tightly and feeling the rumbling vibration of the ground, Baron Kailan looked sideways.

A griffin with bruises all over its body staggered over, and its wailing cry seemed to be looking for a familiar response in the forest.

Looking up, I saw the bodies of several manticores lying on the ground behind the path squeezed by the griffin.

The corpses and blood pools converged into a scarlet road, and the torn human knights were difficult to identify.

He knew that it was Leon's war beast.

However, the originally majestic beast now had one wing hanging down in a twisted posture, with arrows and spears stuck in its body, and almost all wounds and blood stains, and its situation was the same as its companions.

Soon it found this place and the death claw slowly approached.

After slightly confirming that the human in front of it was not an enemy in appearance and smell, it came to the unconscious companion and cried sadly with its head down.

"Don't worry, your master is not dead yet." Kailan carried Leon and stood up with a battle axe.

But he had to take the young man back as soon as possible, otherwise even as a strong warrior, he might not be able to hold on with such injuries.

Turning his head to look at the broken hand on the side, Kailan also picked it up.

Find Master Hilgard to freeze it quickly, maybe the magic of the northern warlock can still be reconnected.

Kailan only regretted that he was still a few minutes late despite his full efforts.

I hope those sorcerers can find a way, otherwise losing an arm would be a pity for a warrior.

The dragon slayer of Kantadar was seriously injured in the abdomen. If he can recover from this, I wonder what kind of military exploits he can achieve in ten or twenty years.