The stick burst into hysterical laughter, saliva spouted from his mouth, but he hadn't completely urinated yet. I've heard this kind of scream from the heart a hundred times. It's a drama of shouting at an invisible crowd-it's an unnatural reaction, coming from the heart.
"This is my order, little dust!" he said, suddenly becoming serious. "Now... before I really, really lose my temper, go upstairs and wash the dishes!"
"No!" I said loudly, standing still. "I won't do a damn thing for you again! Let this person go! Otherwise..."
Bühler really looked at my face, and he paused for a while.
"Did you hear me?" I said. "Let him go!"
The stick bent forward and touched my nose with his nose. "Unless I die!" He hissed, his bad breath turned my stomach upset, but I still stared at him. The two of us have drawn a line and expressed our position-there is only one thing we can do now.
My eyes never left the "stick", and I retreated into the bay-one lock at a time-to untie Kate from the rope. Even though he has obviously reduced some weight here, I tried to help him up when he fell on top of me. Thankfully, Kate responded to my encouragement and smeared her palm on my chest. Then, as if pressing a button, the weight returned to his leg, and he stood up with his two feet.
"Still so stubborn?" I said. "Come on! We are leaving here..."
I took us carefully out of his cold space, and an amused club witnessed everything, arms crossed, horseshoe kicking the blood on his iron shoes. Seeing that the centaur was not advancing, I was relieved and continued to walk towards the spiral staircase. At this time Kate reminded me that she suddenly squeezed my shoulder. "What is a samurai?"
He nudged Master Bregen with his elbow, and he is now pointing his sword at my head. "Unless I die," he said. "Unless I die."
In my sentimental place, I considered all the options, and suddenly, Kate left me. The curious Buhler really looked at his staggering walking posture with me, thinking that the old warrior would collapse at any time. He didn't. Kate sat cautiously next to a sword stand in the corner of the room with a dozen blades on it. Then, with a steely luster, he took off the two swords from the shelf, made a grimace, and returned to me.
"He is great, Kate," I whispered when he handed me a sword. "We can't beat him, especially when you are like this."
Kate heard what I said and didn't seem to know his condition. He checked his destroyed body with an expression of disgust. Nevertheless, no matter what he looks like, he is still Kate. According to legend, his fingers are wrapped around the hilt and he spins the blade twice in the air, saying: "I will not fall."
"I want to enjoy it all," Bühler said with a grin as he dipped his finger in his steel. "Oh, how can I enjoy this!"
"Avoid the hind legs," Kate Jǐng told me. "Try... keep up."
I now have the opportunity to kill Brejon to realize my dream fantasy; but at the thought of realizing this fantasy, I feel very cold. I just want to look at the back of this terrible place, feel the air, and move again. Wind, sleet and heavy snow blow in violently from this big hole, echoing how this war will end.
"Cat and mouse," Buhler said with a sneer, handing his sword back and forth to both hands. "Are you ready for the final exercises, Spike?"
Kate and I squatted down and walked forward step by step. We moved to the real flank of Bühler, but our tactics didn't seem to care about the Centaur. "Which one will I kill first?" he said.
One problem that the three of our soldiers had to solve was that we had too much slime on our bodies when fighting. This is a quagmire, and there can be no quick actions. I think this is already an advantage for me and Kate, because Breizhen has more hooves and weight to support him. Hope it can be equal to the arena. We looked at each other with twitching eyes, wet faces, and bent muscles, and then everything was gone.
The club hit me—his shoulder swooped at me, knocking me out. His sword fell immediately, cutting me in half.
Doraemon!
His blow was interrupted by Kate's sword guard. I took back my feelings and cut my weapon upwards, successfully cutting through the hairy chest of the stick. The centaur yelled and rushed back.
"Cut me?" he said, checking the bleeding tears near his heart. "That weasel hurt me?"
The pleasure of hitting the "Master of Everything" gave me a crazy, over-enthusiastic self-confidence. "Where do you get more from!" I shouted. "Pain is a Jǐng sue, the master-Jǐng sue can be ignored!"
The club rushed at us, roaring revenge. Kate and I blocked, counterattacked, counterattacked, blocked, but our opponent slapped us frugally, just like a child's game.
The speed is too fast for me, and the wind seems to make it look faster and even more dangerous. I now realize that theory is one thing... and practice is another. When a cut was made in my left arm and the sword quickly fell from my hand and dangling from the other side of the room, I felt that I was inexperienced. I fell to the ground injured, and the samurai continued to protect me from relentless blows.
"Attention!" As I crawled through the mud looking for weapons, Kate roared; I kept hearing the ding of their swords colliding with each other.
As far as I know, Kate has the upper hand in every exchange. Despite bruises and blood loss on his body, he was excellent in every aspect, so he forced the Centaur to return again. The longer the battle lasts, the stronger Kate's figure is. This sword is his medicine. The legendary killer reappears on him, and a giant grows before the club. The Centaur also knew this, and for the first time there was a concerned expression on his face: Did he finally consider failing
I put away my sword, stood in the mud, looking at the fuzzy kit and the club, I rejoined the quarrel. While fleeing the battle, Bühler really found the sword stand, filled his empty hand with another knife, and then let out a primitive scream, forcing us to the open hole in his mountain.
The closer our heels get to that huge window, the more the peaks suck our bodies like a vacuum cleaner. Brejohn cheered, then cursed loudly, then threw one of his swords at my head; I turned to avoid it, but the sword snatched a piece from my ear. Blood spurted from the side of my head, and I cried in pain. Stumbled, the suction hole suddenly grabbed my leg. Kate immediately reached back, grabbed me with one hand, and blocked the stick with the other.
I gripped Kate's wrist tightly, and my legs swayed towards the whirlpool of the white mountain and valley. Hoping to send both of us to Oblivion, the half-man Mara tightened his face and tried to force Kate back; but typically stubborn, the samurai still stretched out, in his position, protecting me and protecting himself.
Kate did the same, then roared fiercely, and with a dislocation of his shoulder, he threw me at the stick like an old clothes. The master slapped me into a pool of dragon slime like a bug, then giggled and said, "You crazy bastard, Kate!"
Once safe, from the sword sucking the wind and sticks, Kate suddenly put his shoulder back in place with a deep scream. Bühler really didn't allow him to recover for a moment, and he rushed back to continue fencing.
At the same time, I grabbed a new sword from the shelf and felt a surge of adrenaline hit me. I completely ignored Kate’s Jǐng report and placed myself behind the centaur; but before I raised my weapon to attack the horse’s coat, my chest was completely hit by two hind hooves, the oxygen in my lungs and the sword. Breath out from my hand again.
When a great Kate continued his superb battle with the stick, I lay dumbfounded on the tail of the sleeping dragon. Every fierce sword strike is accompanied by sparks of steel. Kate is like a phoenix, tightly, forcing the king to back up and climbing the rickety spiral staircase. There, they swayed and swung from high and low places, and there was never a noticeable blow.
Kate can focus on the enemy’s blade and arms, not his hoof; so Bregen sits back on his hind legs and starts kicking frantically on the shoes in front of him, eventually hitting Kate, He pushed down on the railing.
Hearing the samurai falling in the mud, Bühler chuckled and walked down the fast-turning steps, trying to kill him. When reaching the bottom, Kate did not face down as expected-he was not there at all-only me and my amateur attack, an attacker easily blocked. I can only face Buhler's true power alone now. Only consider defense, defense and defense!
"Too advanced for Mochen!" he shouted with a smile. "Too advanced!"
Brejong is enjoying his personal moments: the teacher and the students are playing together, making a small cut in my cheek and neck, wherever he wants to go. I can't keep up. In fact, I did a good job on this point. Blackin even yawned brazenly during our conflict, and when preparing to end this last exercise, Kate seemed to rescue me again.
Balancing like the man of the same name on the spiral staircase, Kate jumped off the railing and landed on Bühler's back with a grunt. The centaur stumbled forward, coughing, and the samurai strangled the king's throat with his arms. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)