challenge in progress
Seeing the menacing silver mercenary sprinting forward, Lorist's mind flashed more than a dozen ways to knock down the opponent in an instant. But no, the entreaties of Al and Fatty Shi still echoed in my ears last night: "Master, can I call you Mr. Locke? You have to give others a little room to play! Don't let the challenger get down as soon as they meet each other, okay?" At any rate, you have to perfunctory your opponent a few times. It is extremely thrilling to win even if you win. It makes people look like your opponent can win by just a little bit, but you just won by luck, so that more and more people will bet It's not like now that almost no one buys you and you lose. It's not easy for brothers to open a plate, so you have to be considerate!"
Well, let's treat it as acting, but I really don't know how to act. Although the silver mercenary's offensive is fierce, he can reveal a lot of empty doors. Not only did Lorist have to restrain his urge to knock down his opponent, but he also had to cooperate with his opponent to make the illusion that he was forced to dodge. This, this is really too difficult...
The seven years of serving as a soldier in his previous life left too deep a mark on Lorist. He was not a mechanical soldier or a logistics soldier. He had actually seen blood and had several lives under his command. Although those seven years were a prosperous and peaceful world on the surface, there were many small-scale firefights such as border conflicts secretly breaking out, arresting violent terrorists, and encircling and annihilating drug dealers. The experience left by blood and fire to the soldiers is to kill the enemy with one blow. The quicker and easier to destroy the enemy is the best way to keep yourself and your comrades on the battlefield. Even if the enemy is dead, you have to make up for it die. That's why Lorist now thinks the same way, the best choice is to knock down the opponent as soon as possible in the duel.
From the eyes of the people watching the battle in the stands, the silver mercenary in the ring successfully suppressed Lorist with a round of thunderous fast attack, didn't you see that Lorist was in a hurry to avoid it? This is really rare, usually one hit will kill. In this way, Professor Locke seems to be a little unprepared for the onslaught when he comes up, and it is extremely difficult to deal with it... Many caring people in the stands have kept this point in their hearts, and they only need to confirm it in the next duel. Becomes a weakness taught by Locke.
When the silver mercenary exposed his chin in front of him again, Lorist couldn't bear it any longer. His right foot turned into a solid step, and his left heel stepped on. His figure swayed and his right shoulder shrank. You Yu immediately pulled into the distance with his opponent. The long sword of the silver mercenary brushed close to his shoulder, Lorist turned his wrist, the hilt of the sword was facing up, and lightly slashed across the opponent's chin. As if struck by lightning, the silver mercenary staggered a few steps forward, swayed a few times, and then "slapped" and fell to the ground.
Fatty Shi hurriedly rushed to the ring, bent down to check it out of nowhere, and announced loudly: "The jaw was hit and passed out. The next challenger is ready to go on stage."
Fatty Shi beckoned the medical staff below to come up to raise his head, and said to Lorist in a low voice, "Well done, just keep at it and let the next challenger see the hope of winning. But you have to pay attention For a moment, don't keep hitting your chin, lest people in the stands find out that you are actually coping with it more than easily... "
Well, twenty challengers a day, each for five minutes, that is one hundred minutes, and a delay of twenty minutes, making up two hours, should make the audience in the stands feel that it is worth a ticket of a small silver coin price. Alas, Lorist lamented, the duel would become a show if it went on like this.
After the first duel with Violet Academy ended, Lorist heard from Fatty Shi that there were only twenty opponents arranged for the challenge day. I asked to change it to fifty people, and I would get rid of these challengers earlier and get rid of myself earlier. However, this request was rejected by the Academy. the reason is simple. The challenge day is when the academy is open to the outside world. The audience that fills the stands alone can earn the academy more than a dozen gold coins at a time. Adding in the income from lottery snacks and drinks, forty to fifty Goldfords are more than enough for a day. Now the finance department of the academy wished that the Challenge Day would be held until the end of time, and was only worried that there would not be enough challengers. How could they agree to Lorist's request to increase the number of opponents and compress the duel schedule
Sure enough, without exception, the next few challengers adopted the strategy of attacking as soon as they came up, but in the eyes of Lorist's dynamic vision, these were as swift as wind, as sudden as rain, and as swift as lightning. The dazzling sword movement is so clear and recognizable, if it is a life-and-death duel, he can break into the sword movement at any time and stab his opponent through the heart. But now, it can only be parrying.
More than one opponent wanted to take advantage of the level gap between silver and black iron grudges to overwhelm Lorist. At the very least, there were many silver mercenaries who wanted to use the light from the long sword in their hands to cut off Lorist's sword. Lorist became a toothless tiger, so he would naturally admit defeat. No matter how strong the sword in Lorist's hand is, as long as Lorist's vindictiveness is still black iron, he will not be able to radiate the sword light, and he will not be able to resist the sword of the silver mercenary. broken.
But how could Lorist let them get what they wished, every time he parried two swords, the sword in Lorist's hand would pick and wipe, following the trend, and they would all intersect on the spine of the sword, cleverly avoiding the sword Mang's slashing momentum made the opponent frustrated and helpless.
Sighs kept ringing from the stands. Today, Professor Locke's wins were so thrilling several times. It's a pity that his opponent fell short every time. Several mistakes were made by themselves. In the end, Professor Locke seized the opportunity to lay the groundwork. win the game. If these silver mercenaries can be careful and have a little luck, it's really hard to say who will win. It seems that Professor Locke is really not good at dealing with the opening onslaught.
Until a silver one-star mercenary launched a fierce attack as soon as he entered the field, Lorist was irritated. Please, big brother, you have an earth-type grudge, okay? You are holding an epee and a shield. You should be taking the road of protection of the shield guard. What kind of fast attack are you doing? Hidden behind the shield and charged straight over, can you really see where I am standing
Lorist took a few steps forward, moved sideways, stretched his legs and hooked, this silver mercenary holding an epee and shield was tripped and fell to the ground. Lorist stepped on his back, took the time to draw out the sword and placed it on his shoulder, and slapped him twice. Hearing the laughter and cursing from the stands, the silver mercenary got up from the ground with a red face, picked up the shield and ran down the ring like Jianfei.
"Zheng, zhang, zhang, zheng..." The sound of sword strikes, as urgent as a rainstorm, rang out continuously on the ring.
This is the last challenger of the day, a middle-aged mercenary in his forties, with a fighting spirit of three silver stars. Unlike the previous challengers, he did not launch a fierce attack after taking the stage, but made full preparations for defense and waited for Lorist to come up.
This is also the most decent challenger today. Lorist has already attacked three times, but he couldn't break through the defense of this middle-aged mercenary. Lorist became interested, and while walking around the middle-aged mercenary, carefully sizing up the opponent in front of him.
The middle-aged mercenary had a calm face, his breath was long and calm, his feet were one in front of the other, the steps were very small, and he was calm and relaxed. Whenever Lorist was about to swim to his side, his feet slipped lightly, and they turned into a frontal confrontation again.
This is a real master, and it is estimated that he is not far away from being promoted to the golden rank. Moreover, he must have experienced a lot of life and death scenes. He is calm in the face of changes, calm in situations, and has a very solid foundation in swordsmanship. Just now Lorist attacked three times, and several swords posed a fatal threat to the middle-aged mercenary. But the middle-aged mercenary blocked these swords by relying on his body's instinctive reaction. Just like what Lorist said, this opponent has already mastered the eight basic movements of swordsmanship to the point where they become an instinctive reaction of the body, so that he can block the fatal attacks of the few swords just now.
Lorist stopped, and Su Rong greeted the middle-aged mercenary: "Hi, my name is Norton Lorist. It is my honor to fight against you."
This is the first time Lorist has announced his opponent's name in the arena, not for anything else, but because the middle-aged mercenary is a respectable opponent. No matter who can practice the basic movements of swordsmanship to such an extent, it is worthwhile. Respect.
The middle-aged mercenary was stunned, with a flash of warmth in his eyes, and nodded slightly in return: "Hi, I'm Gulei Bodfinger. It's also my honor to play against you."
Lorist waved the sword in his hand: "Be careful, I'm going to attack again."
This time Lorist did not attack like the three times just now, but pushed forward step by step, adopting a steady and steady strategy, forcing the middle-aged mercenary to see his tricks and confront him head-on. In the sense of dynamic vision, every parry and every counterattack of the middle-aged mercenary has a gap to be found. As long as he changes his tactics halfway, the opponent will definitely be unable to respond, and this will give him a favorable opportunity to win.
However, this middle-aged mercenary named Gulei Bodfinger was extremely experienced. He retreated step by step, dispelling Lorist's aggressive force and strike, leaving no opportunity to take advantage of it. Lorist's sword posture changed, and after a quick attack, he rubbed his body and rushed forward, obviously wanting to get close to attack.
The middle-aged mercenary's face changed, and he let out a deep drink, and the long sword in his hand swelled sharply, and he slashed down obliquely. Lorist's forward momentum remained unabated, and the long sword in his right hand swiveled and slashed away obliquely. The middle-aged mercenary heaved a sigh of relief. Seeing Lorist approaching, he hastily retreated and tried to distance himself, but he heard the sound of the sword being drawn out of its sheath. A cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and a dagger rested dangerously on his next to the neck. It turned out that Lorist pulled out the dagger at his waist with his left hand, which was beyond the expectation of the middle-aged mercenary.
The middle-aged mercenary froze, and put down the long sword in his hand: "I lost. I forgot the sword on your waist..."
Lost withdrew his sword: "You are very powerful, and you are the only one who forced me to draw the second sword in the duel so far."
"If you lose, you lose. There is no excuse." The middle-aged mercenary smiled bitterly: "Thank you for your mercy. I have benefited a lot from today's battle, so I will leave first."
The middle-aged mercenary walked off the ring without looking back. Disappointed sighs sounded from the stands again, the shredded lottery tickets kept falling in the air, and the spectators cursed and began to exit. All this has been a common scene this month.
In fact, if Lorist used Cunjin to burst out, he could forcefully break through the middle-aged mercenary's defense within three moves and two moves, but that would make it difficult to control the strength, and might cause serious injuries to the opponent. Although it is inevitable to get injured in the duel, Lorist has already entered the realm of dark energy, and it can be said that he is crushed against a silver-ranked fighting spirit master, not a difference in rank at all. If it can prevent the opponent from being injured, Lorist will try to avoid it as much as possible, and just stun him. This is why Lorist likes to hit the opponent's jaw.
Fatty Shi stepped into the ring, looked at the thoughtful Lorist and asked, "What's the matter? What are you thinking about?"
Lorist said: "The middle-aged mercenary just now is a real master. If it was you or El, he would definitely not be able to please him. He is more skilled than most of the silver teachers in our academy."
Fatty Shi said: "It's up to you to say that. I was terrified watching it below. I was afraid that you would accidentally fall. This duel is really exciting. I have never seen you fight with others so many moves."
"If you lose, you won't lose. You have to have confidence in me. It's just to make people look like I won very lucky and thrillingly, so I delayed for a while. I feel very tired after the 20 duels today. I should listen to you and pretend to fight." Lorist complained.
"Okay, everything is for the sake of money, brother, just bear it for the face of everyone getting rich. By the way, today is the college payday, have you not gone to the finance department to collect it? Everyone said to go to the Red Crow tonight A party at a tavern." Fatty Shi said.
Lorist recalled the last time he paid the bill, and said angrily, "Don't expect me to pay the bill. Last time there was a fat man who even ate and took it. It's really shameless..."