In the eyes of the audience in the stands, Lorist in the ring at this moment can be described as extremely embarrassed. The bandage on the left shoulder was mostly stained with red blood, and the bandage on the right rib was not only red but even started to drip blood. The whole person was sweating profusely, he was on the verge of falling, and his face was getting paler and paler. It seemed that he could be knocked down to the ground with just one more force, and he gave up his sword and surrendered.
But Lorist was still standing like a mountain on the ring, with firm eyes. His right hand was hanging down because of the injury to his right rib, and he only used a little force when he was holding the sword with both hands occasionally. The long sword in the left hand is free to swing, block, pick, frame, block, draw, roll, sweep, chop, stab, wrap, point, hang, all kinds of swordsmanship are mellow and natural, and they are not much worse than when holding the sword in the right hand.
In the face of the opponent's fierce and violent attack, Lorist is like a green pine standing proudly in the storm, no matter how heavy the wind and rain can make him bow his head, it is also like a rock on the seashore that does not move, no matter how big the waves are. No matter how fierce it is, the ending is still smashed into pieces, and there is nothing he can do about it.
The opponent was also panting, and the continuous rapid attack made this swordsman at the peak of silver a little weak. He used a two-handed sword, and he focused on attacking rather than defending. Lorist was able to hold his sword in his left hand to defend against his attack for ten minutes, which surprised him endlessly. No matter whether it was his colleagues in the academy or the opponents he met outside of training, there were only a few who could persist for so long under his berserk attack. What's more, the Lorist he was facing now was just a swordsman of the Black Iron Rank.
"What are you doing? Idiot! Don't let him recover, guerrilla, get behind this bastard! He's bleeding! He won't last long, hit fast, keep attacking, hit harder and we'll win! Come on !"
From the stands came the furious roar of Dean Weston of St. Marceau College. The dean couldn't sit still for a long time. He stood up and yelled at the ring, without any regard for his identity or the side-eyes of others.
Today is the college duel day, and the fifteenth college in its turn is the Dawn College's deadly rival San Maso College. It is no wonder that Dean Weston is so gaffe and nervous, because the twentieth match is going on in the arena now. , and the final duel. The silver swordsman on the field is already the only silver instructor who has not yet been defeated among the 20 silver instructors who have appeared in San Maso College. In Dean Weston's eyes, the hope of defeating Dawn Academy and saving San Marceau Academy's fate lies in this Silver Instructor, and his opponent is Lorist, who is at the end of his battle.
Instructor Bai Yin on the field obeyed Dean Weston's order and began to circle Lorist in search of good opportunities to attack. And Lorist's response was also simple, he moved his left foot slightly to support his right foot, and his whole body was always facing his opponent, preventing him from going around to his side.
"Attack! Why are you dawdling, that bastard has no power to fight back! Hurry up and attack, we will win immediately!" Dean Weston in the stands gesticulated again.
"Kill!" Teacher Bai Yin yelled sharply, and threw himself on him.
"Hmph!" Lorist snorted coldly, without flinching, and tapped the long sword with his left hand, pointing at the flaw in the opponent's sword.
Baiyin taught a variation, changing stabbing to sweeping. Lorist hung his long sword obliquely, and took this move forcefully.
"Zheng, zheng, zheng..." The two swords struck like iron, dense and crisp. After dozens of strokes, the silver swordsman backed away, leaning on his sword to regain his breath, while Lorist looked even more weary and his figure wobbled.
"Ha, attack, attack quickly, he has no strength, he is going to die, haha!" Dean Weston in the stands was about to sing and dance, dancing, his face flushed with excitement.
Teacher Bai Yin rushed forward again, slashing horizontally and straightly with the sword in both hands, the sword's momentum opened and closed.
Lorist blocked and parried, defending tightly, but the strength of the long sword in his left hand became weaker and weaker.
Instructor Baiyin was delighted, and he pushed up hard, and with a "Zheng", Lorist's long sword was broken open, revealing the empty door.
The two-handed sword slashed straight down, and it was too late for Lorist to return the sword to parry.
"I won..." Professor Baiyin breathed a sigh of relief.
"Win!" Dean Weston clenched his fists.
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Lorist took a step back...
This is the last duel with St. Marceau College, and it has been nearly fifteen minutes since the beginning. For the past fifteen minutes, Lorist has been enduring the torrential attack from Professor Baiyin. He didn't counterattack, but just defended, defending on the spot, without moving a step, and has been passively defending. So much so that everyone forgot that Lorist could move under the circumstances of dizzying fierce attacks and tight defenses. His opponent, the silver instructor, also forgot.
Lorist took a step back, and the sword with both hands wiped his clothes and slashed straight to the floor of the ring. The broken left long sword drew a beautiful arc in the air, and rested lightly on the neck of Professor Baiyin.
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"Professor Locke wins!" Fatty Shi announced loudly on the ring.
"Boom..." Professor Bai Yin's two-handed sword fell to the ground, and he covered his face with his hands. Tears kept dripping down, and he actually started crying on the ring.
Disappointed cursing and admiration sounded from the stands, and then applause rang out, which gradually became one piece, and finally resounded throughout the indoor training hall. This is the audience's respect for Lorist, who can persist in the current unbeaten game despite being injured.
Dean Weston still clenched his fists and stood stiffly on the stand. From great joy to great sorrow, from heaven to hell, the transition was so fast that he couldn't accept the facts in front of him. Then he said to himself: "How can you back off, how can you back off..."
Several professors and assistants from St. Marceau College nearby wanted to go up to persuade them but were afraid of being angered, so they could only stay on the sidelines and watch stupidly.
Instructor Bai Yin on the ring also felt that it was embarrassing to cry in public like this, so he wiped away his tears and walked down without even picking up the two-handed sword that was thrown on the ground. Unexpectedly, before he walked a few steps, he heard chaos behind him, turned around and saw that Professor Locke couldn't hold on anymore, fell to the ground and passed out. Several students from Chenxi Academy were helping, shouting, and frantically looking for a stretcher to carry to the hospital.
This has really stimulated this instructor Baiyin, if I don't listen to the dean, I will fight him for a long time... If I don't attack so quickly and rush for success, just hold on for a while, then the winner... In a short while, The Baiyin teacher felt so wronged and extremely regretful that he couldn't control his emotions and knelt on the ring and cried loudly...
The scene of Lorist passed out and being carried off the ring on a stretcher even more irritated Dean Weston in the stands. It was just a little bit, just a short while, if he insisted on not attacking, he would fall down by himself! Dean Weston felt so aggrieved that he couldn't get his breath held in his chest. In anger, Dean Weston suddenly grabbed a chair and "cracked" the surrounding chairs, scaring the people next to him and running away, thinking that he was going crazy...
Terman ordered the law enforcement team to guard the door and not let outsiders in before entering the hospital. Sure enough, there was a mess inside, Lorist pulled the bandage on his body while cursing Fatty Shi, who told Fatty Shi to make two pig urine bubbles in the morning and pour chicken blood into the bandage, saying Bleeding wounds after such strenuous exercise looks more realistic, and it is more professional to deceive people. Lorist didn't take it seriously either, and agreed.
Unexpectedly, when the pig urine soaked and the chicken blood flowed out and stained the bandages red, it looked very realistic, but more chicken blood coagulated on the bandages, making his body itchy and itchy. Lorist could hardly bear it in the ring Reached out and grabbed it. Seeing Lorist's pale face and sweating profusely in the ring, others would think that his injury had recurred, but how would they know that it was all sweat from the itching he endured.
After finally undoing the bandage and scratching the itch, Lorist heaved a sigh of relief: "It itches me to death, I never imagined that the itch would be so unbearable, just now in the ring I wanted my opponent to itch on me." Where I stood up came a sword."
Terman picked up the fine linen towel in the hot water bucket, wrung it dry, walked over and vigorously wiped the part of Lorist's body where chicken blood had clotted, and said, "The bandage in the morning was too tight and airtight, and the chicken blood is flowing. After it came out, except for the dyed red bandage, the rest was condensed inside, and it became powder when it rubbed against the skin, and if it got into the pores of the skin, it wouldn't itch, and it's thanks to you that you endured until the end of the duel."
"However, your performance in the last duel was really wonderful. If I didn't know that you were not injured, I would really think that you would not be able to hold on. How did you come up with the idea of taking a step back? Everyone thought you lost It's settled, who would have thought that you could take a step back and turn defeat into victory."
"Hehe," Lorist laughed, "I dragged on the last duel for so long just to give everyone the illusion that I can't move and can only stand in place to resist and parry, as if I would lose immediately if I left my position. It’s the same as falling to the ground. No matter how fierce the opponent’s attack is, I can only stand still and receive the attack and cannot move. After a long delay, everyone will not expect that I will suddenly move, and the chance of victory will appear. Swords, the competition is not only It’s swordsmanship, and the brain is also very important. The more critical it is, the more you must keep a calm and clear mind.”
Terman thought for a while silently when he heard the words. He knew that it was Lorist who was pointing him, so he said sincerely, "Thank you."
When Fatty Shi came in, everyone was huddled in the infirmary drinking Mycos, which was just sent by Dean Levins to Lorist as a reward for his performance in the duel with St. Marceau College in the morning. Excellent, let Dean Levins feel very proud. Then the reward was confiscated by Terman and others, and they cooked Mycos directly in the treatment room of the medical center based on the principle of being blessed and sharing the same.
"Good news, good news..." Fatty Shi was elated.
"What good news? Let's hear it," Terman said.
"Didn't Little Locke pretend to be unconscious and be carried off the ring after the duel? This irritated the people of St. Marceau College. The dueling teacher Bai Yin collapsed and cried like a child on the ring. And Weston The dean went berserk in the stands, picked up the chair and smashed it, and finally vomited blood and passed out on the ground. He recovered after receiving first aid. When Dean Levins sent him to the carriage, he comforted Dean Weston on the stretcher and said Don't worry, the bill for your damage will be sent to St. Marceau College. As a result, Dean Weston vomited blood and passed out. I just heard that Dean Weston will have to rest in bed for at least half a year before he can recover Come here. Isn't this good news what is it?"
"Tch, this is good news for the old fox above, what does it have to do with us." Terman said disdainfully.
Lorist finished his cup of Max, and said to Fatty Shi, "I've been in the hospital for more than an hour, and it's time to send me back."
So everyone bandaged Lorist again, put him on a stretcher and carried him through the college to the golden teaching residence.
Fatty Shi said: "Dean Levins decided to suspend tomorrow's External Challenge Day for one day, so that others will believe that you are really injured. And he also sent people to discuss with the remaining 12 colleges, whether it can be postponed A college duel will be held in a few days. Although those colleges will not agree to this request, the colleges have to do so. The old man said that acting must be done in full, and you can't show your flaws."
Lorist closed his eyes while enjoying the swing of the stretcher, and scolded: "One old, one fat, two foxes, the more you cheat, the more addicted you are."
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"Slapped on the back of the head and made him unconscious. Professor Locke won. The next challenger is ready to go on stage." Fatty Shi announced loudly on the ring.
For some reason, the failed challenger focused all his attention on Lorist's long sword, and all his moves were aimed at the long sword, as if he would not give up until he cut off Lorist's long sword. Lorist deliberately exposed a few flaws in his body to lure him into the bait, but he turned a blind eye to it and focused on wrestling with Lorist's long sword. So Lorist threw the long sword into the sky, and this guy looked up stupidly, but was bullied by Lorist and slapped him on the back of the head.
It's too embarrassing to lose. Fatty Shi suppressed his laughter, and while instructing the law enforcement team to carry the failed challenger down, he quickly said to Lorist who was standing beside him, "The challenger who will be on the stage next is the one who worshiped in the Kingdom of Kailia. Santos Yierta, who is a member of the Juggernaut, be careful, the opponents in front of you are all instigated by him to adopt stalking tactics in the ring, just to consume your energy. His sword is very fast. …”
Over there, a young nobleman entered the ring with a gorgeous long sword in a scabbard, stood opposite and bowed to Lorist with great grace: "Dear Professor Locke, I never imagined that you could really persist in the ring for so long." It is a real surprise that the students can stand in front of the students on the stage. It is a pity that the teacher is injured, and it is a pity that he cannot fight the students with all his strength."
Lorist raised the sword in his hand, signaling the opponent to stop talking so much nonsense and attack quickly.
However, the young nobleman still stood there and talked non-stop: "Professor Locke, the separation three years ago made the students unforgettable. It has been more than three years, and whenever they think of the lessons that the teacher taught the students, the students toss and turn and cannot sleep at night. .In order to repay the kindness of teaching, the students practiced hard day and night, only thinking about... "
"Cough, cough, cough." Lorist finally couldn't hold it anymore, and interrupted the other party's chatter with a few coughs: "I said that, um, what's the matter? By the way, Hikita, you just Ready to stand there and attack me with your nagging until I can't stand it and throw in the towel?"
"Day, I told you that kid's name is Santos Yierta. I told you several times to be careful, but you still didn't take it to heart. You might even remember the name wrong." Fatty Shi scolded from the audience.
The young nobleman named Santos Yierta blushed immediately. It turned out that Professor Locke didn't take himself seriously at all, and even called his own name wrong. But he thought he could put pressure on Lorist, and ended up standing here acting like a fool.
"噗" Yierta drew his sword out of its sheath: "In this case, the student will not be polite."
Before the words were finished, the sword light turned around like a mat, as fast as lightning.
Lorist's eyes were fixed, and the long sword in his left hand swung out, and the sound of "clank clank" sword strikes could be heard endlessly. In just a short moment, the long swords in the two hands had struck each other more than ten times.
This Yierta's sword is very fast, but he mostly uses stabbing and picking techniques, and rarely cuts and chops. Although this speeds up the sword's speed, it results in a lack of change in the sword technique and is relatively rigid. Under Lorist's dynamic vision, no matter how fast the sword is, its trajectory cannot be detected, and Lorist easily received wave after wave of attacks.
Yierta had tried his best, and the sword glow circled around Lorist, and the cold stars shrouded Lorist's figure.
In the eyes of the audience in the stands, Lorist is like a small boat in a stormy sea, and if he is not careful, he will capsize and die.
In Yierta's eyes, Lorist was obviously able to do anything with ease, and his lightning-like swordsmanship did not pose any threat to him at all. Every time he was about to hit, Lorist would always sway and slip, and the sword he stabbed was often missing by a tiny bit, passing by the figure.
Yierta became more and more disappointed. He thought that after three years of hard training, he would be able to deal with Lorist, but who would have thought that Lorist was more powerful than he imagined. His eyes turned cold, and it seemed that the trick had been used, and Yierta's eyes showed a sinister look.
Yierta suddenly changed his moves, all of which were slashing and chopping. Lorist blocked it casually to see if there were any changes in his moves.
Yierta turned his hand, and the spine of the long sword slapped the blade of Lorist's long sword. With a sound of "ding", Yierta's long sword snapped off at the hilt.
Lorist was taken aback, why did his sword snap off suddenly? However, Yierta came forward with a sword hilt in his hand.
Why would he pounce on him when the sword is gone? Before Lorist could figure out what was going on, he suddenly heard a "chi" sound, and shot out a blue blade from Yierta's hilt, flying straight towards him...
This change of elbow and armpit was beyond everyone's expectations. No one thought that the sword hidden in Yierta's sword was still a poisonous sword...
Lorist leaned back extremely quickly, and the poisonous blade in the dynamic vision gradually grew larger in front of his eyes. Taking a deep breath, Lorist abruptly lowered his head by more than an inch, and the poisonous blade almost brushed against his face. , a stench rushed straight to the nose.
"Bang..." Lorist was furious. He jumped up and kicked Yierta, who was surprised at the effect of the Poison Blade, off the ring. He fell into a coma with bleeding from his mouth and nose. Shiv was taken away.
Fatty Shi said: "Brother, that kick of yours was too hard, that Yierta's breastbone was crushed by you, even if it is cured, he will be a disabled person, and he will not be able to practice fighting qi."
Lorist said with a cold face, "Where's the next challenger? Hurry up."
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