"The Rondoer family's sword skills do have some power. In the past, I have also learned your family's unique skills."
Slowly lifting the big sword in front of him, Prince replied with a low smile: "So I have to say..."
"It seems that your family skills...have not reached the heights I have seen before."
The roaring sound of the wind rose again with the steps he took, pouring towards the opposite side of the square like the cold wind that had never stopped for days. Rondo stood up with gritted teeth and hurriedly raised his sword and flicked it.
The cracks of Qi were torn on the storm that was about to press in front of him. Several throne leaders sitting beside the audience also let out a few low shouts. It seemed that they did not expect that the thug hired by Tal Singh actually had such power.
Strong strength and experience, but the result of that sword energy breaking through the green energy circle seemed to be beyond their expectations: "Cross——"
"Silent Blade!"
The storm split apart by a ray of sword energy overflowed crazily, and then flowed upwards with Prince's subsequent swing of the big sword like a cattail leaf fan. The following sword slashes seemed like feathers swaying in the wind.
However, Rondoer was completely suppressed next. The tip of the heavy sword kept coming into everyone's eyes. It kept flashing as the swordsman named Prince rotated, and his light and powerful sword kept flashing.
Heavy banging sounds that were completely inconsistent with the movements also sounded again and again in front of Rondoer who was retreating one after another: "What's wrong, my dear Lord Rondoer?"
"Having never been on the battlefield, you have finally realized that your tricks...are not worth mentioning at all?"
clang--
The last violent impact sound brought the figure of the young swordsman flying up, echoing around everyone's unexpected gazes, and the young Rondoer also fell to the bottom of the city lord's high platform with the shock of the sword, fiercely
He hit the wall made of rock and soil hard. It seemed that he saw the high-ranking city lord staring at him in the hazy scene. Rondoer, with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth, roared and got up again, but among the surprised voices around him, several
A person like Duan Qing also saw the clues: "Simple and effective swordsmanship... This Prince is at least a swordsman who has been baptized on the battlefield."
"And it's a battlefield like Shura." Xu Yu Liushang next to him also whispered: "Those swords just now were all directed at the opponent's vital points, so the young family leader had no chance to fight back. He was so skilled in killing people.
Swordsmanship... cannot be mastered by soldiers who have been on the battlefield for a few days."
"Killing skills... Ha, no wonder those people before couldn't do a few moves at all. It turned out that they killed too many people." Duan Qing sighed and shook his head: "But... this still can't explain, how did he do it?
Swinging that large weapon like that.”
"Of course he is the so-called magic swordsman."
Relaxedly pointing to the storm that broke out before, Xu Yu Liushang smiled and replied: "The attribute he uses is the wind element. The wind shield that blocked Rondoer's sneak attack has already indicated it, and if
If he uses this power in swordsmanship..."
"It will be very easy to solve the problem of heavy weapons."
The same argument also appeared on the other side in the audience seat of the second best person in the world. The angry madman carrying two big swords slowly closed his eyes, and the analysis of his companions in the guild also came from beside him: "Use
Wrapping the weapon with the energy of the wind can not only reduce the weight of the weapon, but also speed up the slashing speed... It's a pity that your character attribute is earth, otherwise we can experiment now."
"We have so many guild members, is it not easy to find a wind attribute swordsman?" The strong man opened his eyes and sighed and replied: "You just want to take this opportunity to mock me, right?"
"In order to raise the glory of your Gorram, you have sacrificed a lot of attributes." The Phoenix Skywatcher on the side ignored the other person's warning eyes and still looked at the center of the square with his arms folded: "What if?
You have the same wind physique as me... I'm afraid this problem has been solved long ago."
"Go away, go away, I don't want to talk to you." So the angry maniac had no choice but to wave his hands, ignoring the corners of his mouth that curled up secretly: "Physique is determined when the account is created, I said
It doesn’t count if you don’t…”
"Yes, even if he deletes his account and retrains, his attributes and elemental attributes cannot be changed." The red-haired demon resurrected and then chuckled and echoed: "So many players have sacrificed their lives to come to the conclusion... you just
Stop doubting it."
"...Hmph, the earth element is the earth element, what have I been afraid of?" The angry madman who also crossed his arms returned his gaze to the center of the arena, as if he no longer wanted to pay attention to his brothers:
"When my cultivation becomes higher..."
"Maybe this earth-type physique will produce even more powerful power."
boom!
As his voice fell, there was another dull loud noise in the center of the duel, but this time the figure that flew out of the dust first was the Swordsman Plance who had always had the advantage. He raised his hand while flying in the air.
The sword twisted around his body, turned back and slashed diagonally downwards from where it came. The wind energy originally attached to his hard iron sword also flew towards the direction with this slash and has not yet dissipated.
In the middle of the dust, the violent sound of wind then cleared the surrounding air and completely removed the obstruction that blocked the sight of others. Rondoer, who was located in the center of the wind blade attack, also dodged early to the surprise of others.
Further ahead, he used a short sprint to avoid the long-range bombing from the air. His speed did not slow down at all, and he arrived at Prince's foothold, and then faced the weapon that fell towards his head again.
The big sword let out a loud roar: "Secret Sword——"
"Cross...draw your sword and strike!"
Buzz——
A completely different sound from before appeared in everyone's ears, and with the appearance of a horizontal slash that could not be distinguished with the naked eye, it spread to the sky outside the open-air arena, and the sword wind that dispelled all the coldness followed.
It blew to the left and right sides of the circular square, and dissipated around the arena with the heavy sound of a man and a sword falling to the ground. Some spectators who could not believe their eyes had slowly stood up, seeming to be shocked by this series of confrontations.
The final result, but before they could confirm each other with the people around them, laughter rang out again in the center of the arena, subverting their speculation: "Cough cough, cough cough..."
"So...it's such a stupid thing to shout the name of your move before attacking."
Amid the shocked eyes, Prince, who was wearing a tattered cloak, let out a coughing chuckle, then held on to the hilt of the upright sword and slowly climbed up from the ground not far away. He looked around.
Seeing the obvious sword marks left and right on his chest, many spectators sitting around took a breath of cold air involuntarily, and then like Rondo in front of them, they widened their eyes: "You, you
How can it be okay?"
"I'm not a real wind magician. I don't have as many gorgeous moves as they do." Prince grinned vigorously, looking like a demon who had just crawled out of hell: "A magic sword like me can't do it."
For a scholar...the only magic that can be mastered is enchantment and wind shield."
"But, but..."
"But you didn't see any magic...right?"
Covering his chest with sword marks, Prince struggled to stand on the spot and swayed, but with a sarcastic smile on his face, it became more obvious with his answer: "Compress and cancel yourself as much as possible
He even gave up some powerful magic... This is an iron rule that all magicians who have been on the battlefield will understand. Those who have not learned this will not come back alive, nor will they stand like me.
Here, so... you, a young little guy, are far behind them."
"That guy's theory is very similar to yours." Whispering in the distance chuckled at the right time: "If it weren't for now, you might be able to become good friends."
"Thanks to an old mage, I have been able to cast magic instantly." Duan Qing spread his hands helplessly: "But... compared to the skills that players can use, that guy and I have
Still a long way to go."
"Why, you don't believe what he said?"
"I didn't say that, because I noticed it." Duan Qing's voice lowered a little involuntarily: "Not only did he release the wind shield, but he also put the enchantment on his armor, so that his protection speed was the same as
The falling speed will be a few points faster than the opponent imagined. Considering the time when Rondoer drank and drew his sword before, he already has a strong reason to taunt any opponent, because although he has not reached the point where he can completely dodge the attack
level...but his reaction ability is beyond what ordinary players can achieve."
A level that ordinary players cannot reach - this is the biggest difference between players and NPCs in the game world, because no matter how powerful the players are, they cannot violate their own physiological reaction speed and muscle operation level. Virtual Reality
With the development of the game now, countless players have come to the truth of "don't fight the system", and this is why they can still be happy with the BOSS that can easily overturn the world while constantly studying the system and loopholes of the game world.
Reasons for acceptance. In the more than 40 years of history since the development of virtual technology, few people have been able to truly break through the boundaries of player identity. As a result, in the fourth generation of virtual technology, there are still limitations that designers can use.
The player's power and space, but this kind of superhuman example still appears in the legends that are talked about. The Sky-Severing Blade three years ago is the most typical example. Even for quite some time in the past,
Many players have regarded "the ability to break through human limits" as the criterion that distinguishes ordinary players from real masters.
Although with the passage of time and the disappearance of those characters, this theory that has been buried is rarely seen, just like the players present, few can discover Prince's methods.
"you you……"
"Okay little one, it's time to really finish you off."
It seemed that the previous series of actions and the final attack had exhausted all his strength. Rondall, who was kneeling on the ground, could only watch his opponent approach, and Prince, who looked seriously injured, seemed to look worse than Rondall.
I'm much better: "To prevent others from misunderstanding, let me ask one more question - do you want to surrender? Although this is very much in line with your style..."
"No, it's impossible!" The young swordsman immediately recovered from the shock: "The Rondoers never give up easily!"
"Oh, don't be like this, that's not the real you." Prince, who stood in front of the opponent with his sword raised, smiled brighter, but in the eyes of others, this was no different from the devil's smile: "There is nothing
Things can be more important than life...don't you even understand this?"
"What is more important than life... is the dignity of the Rondore family." The young swordsman gritted his teeth that were leaking blood: "Let us give up the throne... What is the difference between that and death?"
"In that case..."
With a strange light shining in his eyes, Prince, whose cloak was billowing, then lowered his head, and a burst of emerald green energy followed the movement of his sword, rising around his body: "I will just say these words.
, consider it your last words."
"Now, accept your death..."
"stop!"
A loud shout from the sidelines suddenly echoed around the arena, stopping the secret movements of the two people in the middle of the arena at the same time. Reiner, who originally wanted to rush to the arena to stop the duel, also slowly turned his head, his eyes falling.
On the figure who seemed to want to raise a different opinion: "...What's wrong, Lord Tristan?"
"I...have something to say."
Looking at the two swordsmen who stopped in the middle of the field, the middle-aged man breathed a long sigh of relief, and then moved towards the highest position where Reiner and the city lord were, and made a deep aristocratic courtesy: "I have already
I can't sit back and watch this duel unfold. This is not the duel that everyone wants to see. No matter which side wins...the final problem will not be solved."
"What are you talking about, Tristan?" Rondall, who was kneeling in the middle, shouted loudly: "You are doubting our Rondall family..."
"Okay, Denton, you've done enough."
Showing a gentle smile to the other party, Bart Tristan puffed up his chest: "You should not bear such suffering on our behalf. My family and I... will not sit back and watch your sacrifices."
"What do you want to do?" Rondoer opened his eyes wide: "It's impossible, you..."
"Do you want to fight in Rondo's place?"
Pointing to the center of the arena, the city lord who had been silent until now finally showed a smile: "Or...now that the outcome has been decided, do you want to be punished on behalf of the Rondoer family?"
"I will not interfere with this great duel, and I have no intention of competing with other families for the throne." Tristan replied calmly: "I just want to take advantage of this opportunity..."
"On behalf of my family, I am participating in this throne war."
He looked around at everyone present, and then showed a confident smile unique to nobility.
This chapter has been completed!