The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

　　 "Na Cheechen, stand up to the position. Let's try."

　　 The matter of the competition was also handed over to Fidel. Seeing Cheerchen got his feet ready, Fidel stood up too. He raised the short broad sword in his hand and danced a few swords. He borrowed Malone's halberd and used dual-wield weapons to simulate the battle between the two and Cheor Chen.

　　 And here, Tetsuchen put his left hand behind him, leaned his chest forward, and raised his head. The hummingbird in his hand was placed at the same height as his waist, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Fidel's face. At the very beginning, there was a confrontation.

　　 "Then let's start." Fidel reminded Cheerchen.

　　 "Yeah" Tetsuchen replied softly.

Ah! Fidel pierced the halberd straight out of his hand. The first trick is the easiest thorn to use.

If you use the halberd with both hands, Fidel's move, with the advantage of the length of the weapon, can completely focus or force Chechen away from the attack range of the slender sword, but because of the one-handed halberd, Fidel can only hold the halberd. The central move made it impossible to play the length advantage of the halberd.

　　 Tetsuchen sideways avoided the halberd, holding the right hand of the "hummingbird" and piercing it straight towards Fidel's face.

　　 From confrontation to offense, Tetsuchen has already kept this move in his heart. Cheerchen seemed to see victory beckoning.

"Snapped."

　　 But this time, the goddess of victory did not favor Chechen. At the moment Cheerchen raised the sword, the blade of the short broadsword in Fidel's hand slapped Cheerchen's wrist fiercely.

　　 Tetsuchen couldn't hold the sword in his right hand under the pain, and the "hummingbird" fell to the ground.

　　 "No, I didn't notice your dagger. Come again!"

　　 Cheorchen was not convinced of this mistake. He didn't think he was inferior to others.

　　 "Let's come again." Originally, Fidel's test with Cheerchen was to correct Cheerchen's mistakes in swordsmanship. Seeing Cheerchen was not convinced, Fidel readily agreed to continue the test.

　　 The fight between the two began again. This time, Cheerchen poked and stabbed again, and his steps were no longer fixed at the previous position, but jumped and moved around, like a little pony playing joyfully in the field. Moreover, Cheer Chen learned the lesson of the first round, his eyes kept turning left and right up and down, looking at the halberd once and the short broad sword.

　　 This time, Fidel still stood firmly in one place. With every stabbing of Cheerchen, Fidel just swung his short broadsword gently as he wanted. Occasionally, Fidel would use a halberd to attract Chechen's attention.

　　 In this way, Fidel's long halberd and short broadsword were imaginary and real, forcing Chechen to be unable to concentrate on the attack. Although Cheerchen used his killer moves repeatedly, he couldn't get close to Fidel.

　　 There are many times like this, and Cheorchen's nostrils are even more evil, and the locks of forehead fall on his shiny forehead. His breathing became even more rapid.

　　 "Look, where did your sword go?" Fidel said. This time, he picked up Chechen's slender sword with a halberd.

　　 "Let's wait and see." Cheorchen still refused to admit defeat. He picked up the slender sword and stabbed it again.

　　 "Look, where did it go? Your sword is called a hummingbird. Did your little bird fly away?" Fidel picked up Chechen's sword again.

　　 This time, Tetsuchen didn't pick up the "Hummingbird" again. He just stood in the middle of the room, looking embarrassed and at a loss. He bit his upper and lower lips, trying not to make tears well into his eyes.

　　 Tetsuchen endures, endures. He knew that once he cried, Fidel, Malone, Ruth, and his uncle Pidro would laugh at him. Therefore, he made up his mind to bear the tears back. How can it be so easy to bear tears? Seeing that he couldn't bear it anymore, Cheer Chen suddenly ran out of the room.

　　Pidro exclaimed: "For the sake of the Lord, in such a cold day, he was sweating again. This is going to attract the wind!"

　　While talking, Pidro stood up, grabbed Cheorchen's clothes off the table, and chased them out.

　　 When Pedro found Cheerchen, Cheerchen had climbed onto the roof of the next house, and he sat on it, burying his face in front of his chest.

　　 "I won't go back, I won't go back. Just let me catch a cold here. Never! Never!"

　　Pidro picked up the wooden ladder that fell in the snow. Cheerchen used this to climb up just now.

　　Pidro put the wooden ladder up the eaves and climbed up. He sat next to Chechen and put his clothes on Chechen's shoulders.

　　 "Uncle, am I very useless."

　　 After crying enough, Tetsuchen raised his head and asked.

　　 "Not at all," Piedro said.

　　 "But I never stabbed Fidel once."

　　 "Fidel was born as a soldier before he became a mercenary."

　　 "But what my uncle gave me is obviously a great swordsmanship."

Regarding this question, Pidro said sternly: "The sword is dead, and people are alive. You start with the same sword practice as you usually do. The simulation is a one-to-one battle. Swordsmanship does not teach you to fight one against two, but You have to know how to adapt to situations. Since you have chosen to be a mercenary, don't expect your opponent to fight you fairly. One-to-many is common, and you have to learn to cope with such a situation."

　　 "Then what should I do?" Cheer Chen wiped away his tears and asked his uncle for advice.

　　 "Uncle, UU reading www.uukanshu.com just became a mercenary when I was abused by an opponent with a sword."

　　Pidro did not answer directly. Instead, the story was told.

　　 "Does he also use a short broadsword?" Cheerchen couldn't help but interject.

　　 "No, he uses a slender sword."

　　 "Oh." Cheorchen stopped talking.

"But my uncle refuses to admit defeat. Every time I lose two or three days, I will go to him again. Every time my uncle can hold on for a few more rounds than the last time. The number of times has increased, and my uncle finally touched the opponent's way It's clear. Finally, the uncle finally won the other party." Pidro finished the story briefly, and said that Pidro showed a face of excitement. Obviously this is a story that he is extremely proud of. .

　　 "But uncle, you still didn't tell me how to have one enemy and more." Cheechen was a little puzzled. What is the story of his uncle's relationship with oneself and more than one enemy.

　　 "Stupid!" Pidro was desperate for one of Cheorchen's tendons. He slapped Chechen on the little head again, and broke the words into pieces.

"From now on, when you are practicing swordsmanship, imagine that you are competing with multiple opponents. In your mind, you are your opponent and how you will make moves. Then ah, you will find Malone and Ruth more. They go to practice. If they practice more, you won’t be like this if you meet today’s situation."

　　 "Okay, then I will go to Uncle Fidel now." Listening to Uncle Pietro's words so clearly, Cheerchen regained his spirit. Immediately plan to go back to the house to find Fidel to continue the competition.

　　 "Don't practice anymore today, take a good rest. Tomorrow everyone will go to destroy the group of short-eyed robbers."

　　 "Uncle take me there?" Cheerchen asked hurriedly when he heard that everyone was going there soon, for fear that his uncle would not bring himself.

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