As if he could read the questions in her mind, Hemo turned sideways and smiled softly, as if fire flashed quickly in his eyes: "Choose one?"
There were all kinds of swords lined up on the shelf. She swept them horizontally. The foil sword had a rectangular blade with a rather delicate hand guard. The saber sword had a trapezoidal body with a crescent-shaped guard. Triangular in shape, the hand guard is relatively the largest. In terms of lightness and flexibility, most women would choose the foil sword for the first time. However, when she reached the epee area, she stopped moving.
"That one is the heaviest. Are you sure you can still lift it after half an hour?" Hemo raised his eyebrows in a rare move. It was not because he looked down upon her mobility, but because the epee is the heaviest among all sword types. In the heavy category, for women, holding a sword for a long time, attacking and defending is a challenge for both physical strength and endurance.
As a beginner, it’s not a good habit to learn everything at once. Many people start to become familiar with foil and then gradually transition to it.
"That's it." She put her index and middle fingers together, lifted it lightly, and easily lifted the hilt of the sword, drawing a beautiful arc in the air. The next moment, she was holding it in her hand, standing there like a portrait carefully crafted by an artist, with light and shadow coming from her side, looking extremely beautiful.
Even Frey, who was standing aside, couldn't help but look sideways.
Not to mention her potential, this hand gesture is almost as good as the marshal's sword-holding gesture just now!
It was as if she was born with a kind of grace, brilliance, and a line of her own. This was the first time he saw a woman standing in front of the marshal without being robbed of all her light.
Hemo looked away from the heavy sword in her hand, smiled gracefully, and then followed the good example, changed his own sword to the heavy sword, and walked slowly to the sword path. After a long while, he sighed softly to her: "Come here."
The sound was low, like the strings of a cello, and the moment it passed by your ears, you couldn't help but feel your heartbeat tremble.
Leng Yiyao shook his head and thought to himself, it must be because of the disturbance late at night. This person tonight is not only handsome, but with this voice, he is extremely handsome!
After reciting Amitabha silently, she walked slowly to the opposite side of him, holding the sword she chose.
At this moment, the two of them were only an arm's length apart, their eyes facing each other, and every inch of each other's expressions could be seen.
"Fencing is a two-player sport. One side stabs the opponent with the tip of the sword, so that the tip of the sword accurately hits the effective part and has the property of piercing. In the end, the side with the most effective hits wins." As soon as he finished speaking, he casually She picked up a sword flower in the air, and the sword tip stopped on her hilt with great precision. The cold touch slid along the sword tip through her fingers. At that moment, her eyes suddenly widened.
But he slowly opened his eyebrows, and his whole figure was like an oasis in the cold spring, but spring returned to the earth in the blink of an eye, making people unable to take their eyes away for a second: "According to the rules, there are two competition systems, one is the round-robin competition, and the other is the round-robin competition. Five hits within four minutes, and the other is a knockout, with fifteen hits within nine minutes. The first to hit the opponent for a valid number of times, or the one who hits the opponent more times after the time is up will win."
Leng Yiyao was surprised that the fencing rules here were similar to what she knew before.
It's just that when I hold this sword in my hand, it feels a bit wrong. This sword doesn't seem to be made of steel...
"Although the epee, foil, and saber are all fencing, their effective hitting points and competition rules are different." The tip of Hemo's sword went up along the hilt of Leng Yiyao's sword, and she relaxed naturally Wrist, let yourself follow his strength to raise the sword. It was obviously his first time holding a sword, but his posture was natural and his grace was extremely beautiful. There seemed to be a smile in his eyes, and when he spoke, his voice became calmer: "In comparison, foil is more sporty, saber is the fastest, but epee requires more skill and accuracy."
"I remember, only the tip of the sword is effective, and the sword blade is invalid?" She recalled that a long time ago, in her world, there seemed to be such a competition event in every Olympic Games. At that time, the event was broadcast live , I also heard this sentence.
"Yes. The epee is a complete thrusting weapon and requires a high degree of accuracy. Therefore, success or failure is often determined from the moment the opponent starts thrusting." Just the moment he raises his hand, the outcome of a game can be determined. The curtain has come to an end.
The moment you raise your hand, victory or defeat is decided, which is incredible in any sport.
Leng Yiyao was surprised and looked at the man in front of her in shock. According to the rules of epee, if both sides hit each other within a quarter of a second, each other will receive one hit. Even the calculation time is measured in quarters of a second. How precise and fast does this require
"Want to try?" He saw the twinkling look in her eyes, and the dark pupils became lighter and lighter. Suddenly, he lowered his eyes and smiled.
The facial features seemed to suddenly become quiet, and a pure and elegant breath rushed towards his face.
Her fingertips trembled, and she saw him throw the heavy sword aside at some point.
When he came back to his senses, he had already grasped the sword in her hand. At the same time, her whole body was like a sword in his hand, completely held by him in his chest...