Radiant Enemy

"I really think it's strange. Like reading books doesn't mean my strength is low, right?" Hilgna sat on the slate bed and complained to Arash.

Although Hilgna won the martial arts class, but these princes who are still children can have any advanced martial arts. At most, they just waved the weapons in their hands indiscriminately when facing enemies that are much stronger than themselves. .

Although with Hilgna's strength it was only an instant to see through their attacks and then subdue them, but the weapon he swung wildly out of fear still hit his arms and shoulders.

Although it was only hit a few times, it still left a few bruises on Hilgna's body.

Perhaps it was also due to the fact that Hilgna's skin was too fair. Although the pain had almost disappeared, the bruises left on the skin were still shocking.

"Tsk——that's why I really hate sparring with children." Silgner lay on the bed, with his back exposed, and asked him to apply the bruise-removing medicine on himself.

This famous hero in history was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded in agreement. His sophisticated and gentle appearance made Hilgna, who deliberately tormented Arash, feel a little guilty.

And he is indeed a great hero who came out of the battlefield. He didn't make Hilgna feel too much pain when he rubbed the bruise, but felt that the part that was squeezed seemed to be immersed in hot water, spreading warmth.

But the subconscious resistance that Heroic Spirit brought to Hilgna was still too deep. Although he could suppress it with will and reason, he couldn't suppress it forever after all.

Hilgner tried to let go of his mental grievances and accept Arash, but with little success.

He knew that Arash was a very gentle and generous heroic spirit, and because of this, it was even more impossible to leave such a rift.

Fortunately, Arash has a generous personality and likes children very much, so he doesn't care about Hilgna's vague guard against him at all—what's more, Arash has confidence in himself, and Hilgna will open up to him sooner or later.

After Arash rubbed a part of the bruise for himself, Hilgner no longer let him come, but applied the medicine by himself.

Arash didn't refuse either. After all, the bruises on his back were due to Hilgna's inability to apply the medicine by himself. Even Arash, who likes to be close to people, was too shy to touch other places.

"So, how strong is that little Egyptian prince?" Arash frowned when Hilgna applied the medicine to himself, and asked, trying to distract Hilgna's attention, so that the pain caused by the congestion would dissolve And itching is not so obvious.

"Very strong." Hilgna replied after thinking for a while.

"As expected of the prince who is regarded as the first successor by Egypt, if he becomes Pharaoh, Hittite may suffer a lot."

A team with Ozyman Diaz is not as easy and comfortable as some people think. As a martial arts teacher, General Root has no sense of showing mercy or opening the back door. Ozyman Diaz's task It must be the heaviest, and the challenges received must also be the most stringent.

After all, as the prince of Egypt, if the training he received was easy and simple, how could he convince the princes of other countries?

Only when these equally proud princes see Ozyman Diaz's hard work and sweat, and see his will and strength, will they be truly convinced.

But the excessive pressure is hard for those who are on the same team as Ozyman Diaz.

Hilgna has the memory of several lifetimes. Although his physical fitness is not as good as that of the Egyptian prince who has been training hard since he was a child, his experience in killing enemies and his fighting intuition are enough to make up for his weakness of lack of endurance and strength.

How to adjust breathing to save energy, how to disperse strength and improve patience with footsteps, Hilgner had undergone Scathach's devil training when he was in Ireland, and he was able to recuperate the body that was picked up after being frozen in the ice and snow for a long time A strength that still vaguely holds the upper hand against Cu Chulainn.

But Carol, another teammate in the team, is not as strong as Hilgna and Ozyman Diaz. He neither has undergone strict martial arts training like the Egyptian prince since he was a child, nor has he had the same skill as Hilgna. Training the secret method, coupled with the hot sun in Egypt, almost collapsed several times.

General Root's plan to let Ozyman Diaz see Hilgna's embarrassing appearance fell through, but his intention to find a pig teammate for the Egyptian prince was realized.

Obviously it was just the simplest running warm-up at the beginning, but it turned out that Hilgna and Ozyman Diaz dragged Carol's weight and ran.

"Ha... ha... I really can't do it... I'm so dizzy... You leave me and run over..." Carol is just a prince sent by a medium-sized country. There are many concubines and children, and sending an unremarkable one over as a proton is nothing at all.

So Carol is also very clear about his own position, and it is his goal to live safely until he dies of old age.

Therefore, he never thought about learning martial arts or anything else. After all, in the chaotic harem, the son of a side concubine who is too good means ambition.

And the ambitious prince didn't even live to be an adult to get in touch with political affairs.

Ozyman Diaz frowned, although his tone was not good, but what he said made Carol's heart warm: "You are already my teammate, and I will never give up my teammate! "

Carol was flattered. Hilgna didn't plan to compete with Ozyman Diaz to buy people's hearts. After all, this is Egypt. As the prince of Egypt, Ozyman Diaz has a natural home court advantage. Hilgna said ten thousand words A word might not be as useful as a word from Ozyman Diaz.

But the ancestors said it well, when the language competition is inferior to others, then look at what you have done.

So he just told Carol what to do, as succinctly as possible: "Inhale through your nose, exhale through your mouth, and your throat won't become so thirsty."

"Put pressure on the ball of your forefoot, not your heel, to reduce strain on your knees."

Carol was so out of breath that he couldn't speak, so he could only cast a grateful look at Hilgner, and followed Hilgner's suggestion.

At the same time, Ozyman Diaz was also adjusting his breathing and posture.

Although he has also experienced arduous exercise, Ozyman Diaz is still a child who is not yet an adult, and he has to run with a child who is about the same weight as him—even if Hilgna is there to share it with him, this weight is not enough. It was still more than he could handle—and he had to run fast, even for him.

After using the method taught by Hilgna, although the fatigue is still there, his throat is no longer so thirsty, and his chest is no longer stinging due to lack of oxygen.

Although Carol was holding back, their team was No.3 and reached the finish line set by General Root.

"Huh...huh..." After running this trip, even Hilgna, who always pays attention to appearance, was sweating and his clothes were soaked.

Because of the geographical location and latitude, Egypt's climate is hot and the sun is directly exposed to the sun for a long time. If you don't replenish water in time, you may suffer from collapse due to lack of water.

No.1 reached the finish line, none other than Senasa's team, he had already established the captain's position, leading the other two princes to drink water.

No.2's Hilgner also recognized that he was the oldest three in this batch of protons, and his physical strength and endurance were naturally more abundant than those of them who were younger.

On the other hand, in their group, despite having Carroll holding back, Ozyman Diaz and Hilgna were able to win No.3, which is considered a good result.

But obviously, from the gloomy face of Ozyman Diaz, he is not satisfied with the No.3 result.

Hilgna didn't have the heart to open his mouth to touch his bad luck at this time. After all, according to common sense, Hilgna's physique is actually not good enough. If it wasn't for his past experience that gave him some shortcuts, I'm afraid Ozymandi It's not just Carroll that Yaz is dragging.

Moreover, his physical strength was exhausted, if he didn't rest for a while, it would be difficult for Hilgner to survive the formal class that was waiting for him.

Who ever thought that Hilgna would not provoke Ozyman Diaz, but the Egyptian prince took the initiative to talk to him: "Son of Hittite, I allow you to call me Ozyman Diaz."

Facing the Egyptian prince who raised his chin and talked to him, Hilgna blinked, and suddenly he didn't understand why the prince who had been hostile to him before changed his attitude just by running a step.

However, he soon realized that it was the way he taught Carol to adjust his breath and posture while running that made Ozyman Diaz change his mind and befriend him.

The white-haired prince smiled and narrowed his blue eyes slightly: "I am Hilgna, and I allow you to call me by my name."

Hilgner's smile and words can be called provocative. If General Root heard it, it might not be long before the news of Hilgner's death due to acclimatization and illness would reach the Hittites.

But Ozyman Diaz was not angry. He stared at Hilgna for a while, and then laughed happily: "Hahahahahaha! You are the first person who dares to talk to me like that! You Aren't you afraid of being burned to ashes by the sun's brilliance and never being able to return to your hometown?"

"Afraid." Hilgna straightened his body, he called Arash to his side in his heart, and at the same time said calmly: "But I have already decided that I will live my life according to my own will. It can make me feel wronged."

Ozyman Diaz seemed shocked by Hilgna's words. His golden pupils scanned Hilgna up and down, and said slowly, "Then I'll just wait and see."

After finishing speaking, Ozyman Diaz stopped talking to Hilgna, but was thinking about something thoughtfully.

The martial arts class didn't really start until all the training teams arrived.

"Because this is your first lesson, so I lowered the difficulty - you all take sticks and fight one-on-one, the winner and the winner will fight again, and the loser and the loser will fight again , until the No.1 winner is determined!"

"But general, how can you persevere in such a continuous battle?!" It was the prince who arrived at No.2 who spoke, shaking his head to express his protest and doubts.

"The enemy on the battlefield will not give you time to rest!" General Root yelled sharply: "This duel will also allow me to see your true strengths and weaknesses. If you don't want to, I won't stop you. You can rest on the sidelines."

Root wished that these princes were afraid of suffering and being lazy. In this way, it was not that they deliberately taught bad people in Egypt, but that these princes were not self-disciplined enough and did not want to study hard.

The princes looked at each other, many of them took a step back and hid in the shadow of the side hall.

But some princes stayed.

Hilgna, Senasa, and Ozyman Diaz are naturally among the remaining group of people.

Although Root was a little surprised when he saw Hilgna staying behind, he quickly regained his composure and let the princes start their duels.

Although the melee is more convenient for Hilgna to be lazy, Root will not give these princes a chance to besiege Ozyman Diaz, so this time the duel is based on a draw.

"..." Hilgner looked at the lottery he had drawn. The opponent was none other than Senasa.

The white-haired prince seriously felt that this lottery was definitely tampered with.

Otherwise, with his luck, how could he face Senasa.

Senasa has obviously also experienced royal education in his own country, and his skill and physical strength are not comparable to ordinary children.

"It looks like we are opponents this time."

The handsome brown-skinned boy smiled helplessly at Hilgna.

"Don't hold back, I also really want to know who will win between me and you." Hilgner held a gun flower—a stick flower to be precise—and put on a fighting posture.

"I'm going!" Senasha cried out because of loneliness when he first arrived in Egypt, but if he wanted to use force, he might be one of the best among them.

The confrontation with Senasa did not take long for Hilgna.

Senasa was indeed cultivated by the royal teachers of Xitai, and his basic skills, patience and talent are all excellent.

But Hilgna is the king who has survived countless battlefields and won victories. He is very familiar with the weaknesses of the human body and how to win the greatest victory with the least effort.

If it wasn't for the fact that he hadn't completely relieved himself and took the opportunity of the confrontation to rest for a while, Senasa's defeat would have been even shorter.

General Root originally sat on the sidelines and focused his attention on His Royal Highness. Ozyman Diaz was just as he thought, victorious in all battles. The nephew felt relieved and happy.

With such strength, even in a duel with those older protons, he would not be at a disadvantage.

Until Root glanced casually and saw how Hilgna knocked Senesa down.

--"So fast!"

Hilgner's waist bent to an extremely low angle, hooking Senesa's ankle like a venomous snake jumping out of nowhere in the desert. Senasa was caught off guard and tripped.

But this was not the end, and Hilgna's attack followed. Before Senesa lost his balance and fell to the ground, before he could react, his stick was pressed against Senesa's throat: "Accepted."

Senasa's eyes widened, and it took a while to realize that he had lost.

However, he didn't care that he lost to Hilgna. On the contrary, he was very interested in the move that Hilgna used to overwhelm him: "Hill! What was that move you used just now? It's really powerful!"

Hilgna stretched out his hand to Senasa and pulled him up from the ground: "It's just a small skill, I can teach you if you want to learn."

Afterwards, Hilgner defeated the other princes very quickly. If they hadn't rushed up with their sticks and waved them indiscriminately, Hilgner would not have attacked them so quickly.

Even so, Hilgna's calves, back, shoulders, and arms were accidentally hit by these princes who were obviously not reconciled to being knocked down.

This also strengthened Hilgna's determination to train his physique to be stronger.

If it was him in his heyday, he wouldn't be touched at all.

The opponents who got further back were stronger, but the speed at which Hilgna knocked them down was even faster!

He adjusted his breathing, relaxed his body and rested his body in the previous confrontation with other people, and his body became more and more used to fighting after he started to move, so it was natural for him to speed up.

Of course, there were also reasons why the opponent would no longer wield the martial stick indiscriminately, and Hilgener himself did not want to be hit again.

This duel almost became Hilgna's solo performance. Although Ozyman Diaz and the other princes also performed well, they were overshadowed by Hilghner's almost one-hit performance.

In the end, those defeated princes who didn't participate gathered around Hilgner and cheered for him: "Amazing!"

"Hilgner is amazing!"

"This time, I won with one blow!"

This era is very simple, the weak prey on the strong, as long as you are strong, people will naturally surround you and respect you.

Hilgner also became more and more courageous as he fought. He fought to the back, perhaps because the child's body affected his thinking, and he became playful, and his attack method changed. Different means of giving knockdown.

"I will attack your arm." Hilgner would advise the opponent before starting, and then, as he announced, attack the part he said, knocking the opponent to the ground.

No one was able to win the victory from Hilgna. Even though Hilgna had informed him of the direction of attack in advance, they couldn't even take precautions and counterattack.

——Because Hilgna's attack is really too fast!

Lute's face became serious.

He wasn't sure if Ozyman Diaz would be able to wrestle the victory from Hilgna.

This was supposed to be a venue for Ozyman Diaz, as the prince of Egypt, to show off his strength and power, but Hilgna took the lead. How could this not make Root feel angry and annoyed?

But no matter how much Root regrets his arrangement, the final duel will be between Hilgna and Ozyman Diaz as opponents.

"I knew that my final opponent would be you." Ozyman Diaz smiled hotly and proudly like the scorching sun hanging in the sky at the moment, pointed the stick in his hand at Hilgna, and declared loudly: "I Will attack your knees until you lose me!"

The Egyptian prince learned the psychological tactics that Hilgna used to bring great pressure to the opponent, and the gray-haired prince didn't care.

"It hurts to hit the knee." Hilgner sighed.

He scratched his cheek, confirmed that Arash was on standby on the roof of the main hall, ready to take him away at any time, then nodded and replied: "That's it, I will attack your back until my weapon is on the ground." up to your neck."

"Back?" Senasa, who was watching from the sidelines, frowned.

Ozyman Diaz is very strong, and after Hilgna announced that he left the place he was going to attack, it made it even more difficult to defeat the Egyptian prince.

This meant that it was very difficult for Hilgna to attack someone who had been vigilant and within one move.

But Ozyman Diaz's eyes became brighter and brighter: "Oh? I want to see how you attack my back and beat me in one move!"

Root wanted to cover his face and yell, Your Highness, isn't your assumption that Hilgna will defeat you!

But his anxiety couldn't interrupt the two people who had already started to confront each other looking for gaps on the court.

Of course, Root also thought about whether to use his own rights to stop the duel, but he saw Ozyman Diaz's fighting spirit, and knew that if he really called for a stop, the other protons would definitely feel I am leaning towards the prince of Egypt, which is not good for future intimidation, so I can only endure it.

Hilgna and Ozyman Diaz were in a stalemate for a while, and there was no gap between the other party, but Hilgna was already very uncomfortable in the sun, and he just wanted to end the duel as soon as possible, so he first asked The prince of Egypt strikes—

And the moment Hilgna started to move, Ozyman Diaz also moved immediately to avoid being knocked down by Hilgna's fast and swift attack.

Ozyman Diaz had already sideways avoided the attack trajectory he predicted when Hilgna swung the martial stick, and then rushed towards Hilgna at the same time, using his body to speed up the speed and strength of the stick. .

If the attack that came with the sound of the whistling wind really hit Hilgna, it would definitely make Hilgna, who is actually very ordinary in physical pain, so painful that tears would flow from his eyes.

Provided Ozyman Diaz can hit him.

The attack that Hilgna stabbed just now was just a feint. Ozzman Diaz thought that Hilgna swung his weapon, but just as he stretched out his weapon, he quickly retracted it, almost at the speed of An afterimage was left in the air.

The attack trajectory predicted by Ozyman Diaz was not wrong, but the attack was not actually sent out at all!

And when Ozyman Diaz rushed towards Hilgna with all his strength, Hilgna only needed to gracefully avoid it sideways, and at the same time lightly tapped the martial stick on the Egyptian prince's back to knock him down. Just push it to the ground.

The author has something to say:

I know that Hittite is the West Terrace on the Bank of the Red River, but for the better development of the plot, it has been changed, and it will not be repeated in the future.