Cold weapons are a man's romance

Roman returned to the sidelines, shook his sweaty hair, and smiled at Cesar: "Although we only won by one point, it's not bad, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cesar hit him like a cannonball, hugged his waist hard, and kept bouncing.

"I really can't think of it, Roman, I thought you couldn't win!"

"... have some confidence in me, okay?"

"That's Henrik the Viking! Even I almost fell into his hands several times-although I was the one who won in the end." Cesar added this sentence in a whisper.

Roman looked at Cesar helplessly and dotingly on his chest. He didn't know whether to push him away or let him act like a baby. Everyone around looked at him, how embarrassing. Ah...but how could he refuse such a lovely Cesar?He could only rub Cesar's head, and smiled helplessly at the others, trying to force their gaze back with a fiery smile.

"Oh my God, I'm so happy, it turns out that seeing my students win will give me such a sense of accomplishment!" Cesar leaned on his shoulder and laughed, "No wonder Lucinda and the others like to lead students, and they won the competition more than themselves Still happy!"

A blue head bursting out from behind him.August shouted: "Hey! Am I not your student? Why have I never seen you so happy after I won? You are biased!"

Cesare turned his head. "You're not 'winning', it's just that your opponent just lost." He said cruelly.

The little emperor was wronged. "You are biased! Obviously I learned swords from you first! You can't even favor him in teaching just because you have slept with him!"

Roman blushed, kicked August's calf, and lowered his voice to warn: "Don't talk nonsense! He hasn't slept with me!"

August opened his mouth wide: "So you slept with him?"

"No!" Roman squatted down covering his face.

"I see, it's the two of you sleeping with each other!"

"... Please shut up."

Cesar was full of interest. "Keep talking, keep talking!" he encouraged August, who was almost on the verge of applauding.

Roman didn't want to talk about sleeping with a 17-year-old in such a serious public place at all!

Fortunately, there is an example of a normal adult here—Lawrence followed August, pulling aside the little emperor who had wronged Bala.

"You will be on the field next, how long will it be delayed?" He pushed August to the field.

The little blue-haired emperor's face stretched out. "I don't want to fight anymore."

"Don't be childish." Lawrence handed him the gloves and sword, "Fight well, and I'll be proud of you if you win."

"Really?" August's eyes lit up.

Lawrence tried hard to raise the corners of his lips, forced a smile: "Of course, I'm also your coach...well."

And so August entered the field jubilantly.Look at his happy appearance, it's more like a child going out for an outing than a game.

Roman asked Cesar to bring a towel, and while wiping the sweat off his face, he found a folding chair and sat down, ready to watch August's next game and cheer him on by the way.

"Aren't you going to rest?" Cesar asked.

"Sitting here is already resting. And I want to see who will win. The winner of the two of them is my opponent in the next round."

The little emperor's opponent is the Spaniard Raya, who is proficient in the Carranza school of swordsmanship.Roman knew very little about it.It is said that in Silver's era—this competition commemorates this great swordsmanship instructor—the strength of Spanish swordsmen was recognized as the best in the world, and even the proud British swordsmanship master admired him.But where is their strength, Roman has never figured it out.

Not only him, but Cesar and Lucinda couldn't explain why this genre was.Even Mr. Blackson, an expert on ancient literature, shook his head at the mention of this genre.Roman became more and more curious, what kind of genre is it that even these masters can't understand?

Laya's protective clothing is different. Others wear low-key and ordinary black clothes, but he is dressed in bright red, with gold trim on his collar and cuffs. Standing on the field, he looks like a magnificent bullfighting bull. scholar.

August didn't give up too much.Although he was also dressed in black, he wore a purple belt around his waist.Roman wanted to ask him why he wore gay purple to the court so hard to die, was he implying his coach's sexual orientation?Only later did he realize that purple was a symbol of the Roman emperor.In ancient times, when purple dye was more valuable than gold, only the noble royal family could afford this expensive color.

Before the game, the referee will issue a red or blue cuff to each of the combatants, and the two players will be distinguished by the red side or the blue side.Laya was dressed so festively, so she naturally received a red cuff.If the blue is given to him, the referee and the audience will be confused.So the blue cuff can only be issued to August.

He grumbled, "I want purple," and received a cold glance from the referee.

"Next time you come to hold a competition!"

The poor emperor who couldn't afford the competition had to accept the blue cuff aggrievedly.

"shake hands!"

August touched Raya's hand casually, as if he had shaken it.There was an unconcealable smile on the Spaniard's face.

"why are you laughing?"

"I have a hunch when I meet you - this game is a sure win."

"Don't talk too much! I, Augustus, will personally conquer Iberia today. I advise you to surrender with courtesy, so as not to lose the game and lose face!"

"Who the hell is talking big..."

Cesar looked at the two people who refused to give in to each other, with a particularly dignified expression.

"August is in danger."

"How powerful is that Spaniard?" Roman asked.

Cesar thought for a while, and gave a concise comment: "Unpredictable."

Roman stood in awe.How powerful is an opponent who can be respected by Cesar so much? !

"He learned the Carranza school of swordsmanship. I haven't figured out what that school is until now. He actually figured it out. Just from this point of view, it's already very remarkable."

"Is the Carranza school so difficult?"

August and Laya each put on their equipment and stood in two diagonal sections of the arena holding their swords.The referee looked at them both and announced the start of the game.

Cesar said: "There are many kinds of martial arts guide books in the Middle Ages, and the difficulty of interpreting them varies. The easiest to interpret is the one with rich pictures and texts. The text explanation is matched with the action diagram of the characters, even people who have no knowledge of martial arts. A little bit different. The slightly more difficult thing is that there are only text or only picture books. You can probably imagine that only text descriptions are not specific enough, and only static pictures are not clear about the action flow. Medieval people have not yet Invented a schematic diagram that uses the direction of the arrow to indicate the action, so it is extremely difficult to understand, and the results of the interpretation are sometimes not the same, and it needs to be tested in reality to know whether the result is correct or not."

The Spaniard is much more civilized than his Viking friends. He didn’t rush up and slash at the pain. Instead, he circled around the center of the arena with strange steps, sometimes advancing and sometimes retreating. Never stop.

Generally speaking, standing still in battle is equivalent to being a live target, so the two sides usually move quickly when fighting to confuse the opponent and find the opponent's flaws.But Laya's movements are...too frequent and fast, right?Less than ten seconds after the game started, he moved from one side of the field to the other. In order to prevent being attacked by him, August had to follow him in circles and was completely brought into his own rhythm by him.

"Compared to a guide book with only words or only pictures, it is more difficult to understand a book written in cipher text." Cesar said, "There is not much difference between ancient people and modern people in this respect, and they are also afraid of their own unique secret books. I was stolen by the enemy, so I will use ciphertext or codes to write guide books. Only people with semiotics foundation can decipher these books. Mrs. Blackson is an expert in this field. It is a pity that some guide books cannot be deciphered, and the above The recorded martial arts skills are tantamount to being lost semi-permanently."

"Is there anything more difficult than the encrypted document?" Roman asked.

"That's the last, hardest kind of book—the Carranza books."

"So powerful? Are they all on their own level?"

Cesar looked serious: "Do you know what language the books written by the Spaniards are in?"

"Spanish? Uh...encrypted Spanish ciphertext?"

"It's so naive. It's geometric figures and mathematical formulas."

"...What the hell!"

Cesar held his head weakly, as if recalling the fear of being dominated by mathematics.

"You can understand those books after you have seen them. They are not for normal humans to read. The whole book is full of weird geometric figures, with various inexplicable mathematical symbols and formulas, and some extremely esoteric explanations. I feel like I have to read it more would be insane..."

He shivered and shook his head hastily, trying to shake off the terrifying memory.

The closest thing Roman imagined to a Carranza style martial arts book was a math textbook.He sketched an antique "Advanced Mathematics" bound in kraft paper in his mind... A chill suddenly rose from the soles of his feet and climbed up the back of his head along his spine.Then he shivered.

"It's terrible, how could there be such a martial arts book..."

"I learned it from the Italians, after all, it is the place where the Renaissance originated. However, the Italians use geometry to analyze martial arts moves, which can barely be regarded as 'using scientific and rational means to analyze the principles of movement', while the Spaniards... the Spaniards It’s simply crazy! For example, when I taught you swordsmanship, I said that the blade is divided into strong and weak blades, and parrying is to use the strong blade to catch the opponent’s weak blade. Our moral swords generally It is classified in this way. A little more particular school will divide the sword into three parts, and add a "middle sword body" in the middle of the strong and weak sword body. The basic principles are relatively easy to understand, right?"

"I understand that the part of the blade is often used in practice."

"Did you know that the Spaniards divided the blade into parts?"

Roman thought about it.The blade can roughly be divided into strong and weak parts, and finely divided into three parts: strong, medium and weak. Judging from Cesar's tone, the Spanish genre should be more meticulously divided.So……

"Five parts?"

"Haha." Cesar laughed dryly, "They say you're too naive. It's twelve parts."

"Ah?! How do you use it when it is so detailed? Even if it is true that each part has its own use, but in actual combat, the speed of swinging a sword is so fast, people can't react, right?"

"I don't know! I haven't studied this! I don't want to be insane!"

"So, isn't that Spaniard a master of martial arts?"

No wonder Laya can become the swordsman second only to Cesar.No wonder the ancient Spanish swordsmen were revered by their contemporaries and were even considered the strongest in the world.It is impossible to think about it as a commercial exchange.The Spaniards have come up with such a complicated and difficult theory, so they must have real skills.

Cesar looked at Laya with a bit of reverence in his eyes: "The vast majority of swordsmen are amateurs engaged in military fighting, and they have other jobs. Do you know what Laya's job is?"

Roman said that he was ignorant and knowledgeable, and it was difficult to understand.

"Professor of Mathematics at the Polytechnic University of Madrid."

Roman fell to his knees with a plop.Fighting against the circle is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon...

"It's over, August is in danger."

He finally understood why Cesar was so worried about the little emperor.Facing that kind of enemy with a hidden boss level at the end of the game, the little emperor has no chance of winning at all!

Cesar pulled him up: "Don't be nervous, there is still hope for August."

"There is no hope... I only see his future is bleak..."

"The professor of mathematics is also an ordinary person. He also has the weaknesses of ordinary people. Anyone in the circle who has heard the name of August knows that he is only good at Skyrim Slash, and knows nothing about other starting moves. Skyrim Slash is August His strong point is also his Achilles' heel. Once the enemy prepares to deal with Sky Slash in advance, he will be helpless. Even if he has figured out how to deal with Sky Slash being blocked, he is already one step behind the enemy."

"Have you misunderstood the definition of the word 'hope'? The more I hear it, the more hopeless I feel!"

"Oh, Roman, have you forgotten? The little punk emperor of our family..." Cesar smiled slyly, "He's more than capable of cutting the sky."