In the field, Thales calmed down a little, feeling the increasingly active sin of the Hell River flowing through his body again.

Since the adventure in the desert ended, he has discovered that the Sin of Hell River is more solid and sufficient. Compared with the previous "Ten Seconds of Real Man", it can now withstand longer consumption.

After the power of termination dissipates, the fatigue and numbness it leaves on the body will also be reduced accordingly.

Sure enough, Thales thought:

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

Of course, this is not without cost - since being seriously injured by Nikolai, his left wrist is no longer as flexible as before, which has affected his use of the shield to some extent.

And if the sin of the Hell River is running, its temper will also become better accordingly, that would be even better.

"Your Excellency, my name is Gianluca Conmuto."

Conmuto is a short, stocky man with dark skin and a shy smile. At first glance, he looks like the Bensi uncle next door who has been through hardships and has been hit hard, but is still kind, optimistic and strong.

.

Thales noticed that the other party subconsciously glanced in Mallos' direction from time to time.

"I used to be a first-level security officer in the inner city security department, responsible for the protection of important people." Facing the Duke of Star Lake, Conmuto smiled brightly, even flatteringly:

"Fortunate enough to pass the assessment and selection and enter the royal guard."

"Now, I am one of the new security officers in your personal guard."

Vigilance officer.

Thales took a deep breath:

Well, he is quite familiar with this.

No matter it's those green-skinned men in Sai Wan District with their nostrils turned upward and colluding with the Blood Bottle Gang.

Or some stupid guy who doesn't have a bright mind and will unfortunately go back to inherit the title and property once he loses his job.

But before he could think deeply, the battle had already begun!

clang!

There was only a muffled sound as Thales' arm shield collided with Conmuto's sword edge!

Commuto was not as humble as Piloga before him. His fierce initiative in attacking was in perfect contrast to the flattering smile on his face.

Thales moved his steps, drew out his long sword, and exchanged several attacks and defenses with the opponent in the air.

During the metal collision, the Duke of Star Lake in the hell sense discovered that Conmuto's sword style was quite satisfactory. It was neither so sophisticated as Piroga that a few weapon exchanges could counter the opponent, nor was it as rough as that of the orcs.

The degree of opening up and becoming one will never come back.

The two men advanced and retreated offensively and defensively, and they were evenly matched for a while.

This actually surprised Thales.

but……

clang!

Thales once again used his arm shield to withstand the opponent's blow.

He gritted his teeth and steadied his steps, and the sins of the Hell River surged forward with all their strength, pushing the opponent away without showing any signs of weakness.

But at that moment, Thales screamed in his heart:

When he pushed it, he felt that the opponent's sword was light and fluttering, without any difficulty.

Sure enough, Conmuto was seen nimbly passing the shield in front of Thales, and the sword turned on the shield.

The next second, the sin of the Hell River exploded in his body again, bringing an indescribable trembling feeling.

But Thales only had time to turn around!

clang!

Boom!

The crisp sound of metal colliding and the dull sound of blunt impact on flesh came one after another!

"oh……"

Amid the low uproar of the guards, Thales gritted his teeth and staggered back, kneeling down on one knee with his shield propped on the ground.

The severe pain and numbness in his shoulders told him:

This round is over.

Conmuto, a former security officer and now a security officer, nodded with a smile, took back his practice sword, and did not continue the attack.

It's the hilt.

Thales gasped in pain and turned his aching shoulder and arm desperately, telling himself this.

At that moment, he used his shield to push away Conmuto's sword, but did not block the opponent's sword hilt.

The cross guard on his sword followed him like a shadow, taking advantage of the opportunity of pushing his shield forward and pushing his arm forward to spin heavily.

If Thales hadn't reacted in time, this blow would have hit the vital point in the ribs under the arm.

Then he basically lay down.

But even so...

Thales took a deep breath.

The hollow of his shoulder...

Ah, how uncomfortable it is.

Northern military swordsmanship also uses sword hilt moves to defeat the enemy, but most of them are substitute attacks when the two are in a stalemate and other means cannot work. It is rare for Conmuto to be like this. All the preparations are for this situation of the sword hilt.

On the sidelines of the training ground, Doyle blew his hair in the air and poked Glover.

"Oh, Ji An's trick... I've seen it when the guards bully newcomers... In short, he is not easy to deal with."

Glover snorted softly.

The Guards audience murmured in low voices, and some people laughed lightly.

Mallos, who was watching the battle, turned his head, thoughtfully.

Commuto did not pursue him, but waited patiently for the Duke to regain his strength.

"I'm very sorry, Your Excellency the Duke," he held the sword in his hand and said with a smile:

"But I think you don't want me to hold back either, right."

Damn it.

Thales exhaled and felt the sins of the Hell River surge onto his shoulders, relieving the numbness and severe pain.

His left arm is now feeling better.

"Ji'an worked hard in the police station," Mallos's no longer unfamiliar voice sounded again:

“I have a lot of experience and skills on the streets.”

"Strictly speaking, his skills belong to the emerging trend of practical combatism in the country in the past century. It is especially popular among hedge knights and pioneering nobles, and is called the 'new wave'."

Thales turned his head, and sure enough, the watchman folded his arms, looking like he was watching a good show.

"In recent decades, the 'new wave' knights have also learned a lot of experience from wars at home and abroad, including mercenaries. They only seek to adapt to the war situation, win and survive, and for this reason their style is flexible and informal.

, a mixture of hundreds of schools of thought.”

"Of course, new trends are often criticized by other schools: they are disorderly in structure, disorganized in style, short-sighted, and have no focus."

The watchman smiled softly:

"On the other hand, it's also the hardest to deal with - you never know what surprises are down there."

Trendy?

Thales slowly calmed down and focused his attention on Conmuto again.

The other party still had that honest smile.

mercenary?

Thales was thinking and suddenly thought of someone.

Black sword.

The young man thought of the opponent on the cliff in the sky of Longxiao City, defending, escaping, luring the enemy, looking for opportunities, and defeating the enemy...

It reminds me of the scene where he used all kinds of tricks to fight against the energy magician without falling behind.

I even think of the other party "carrying" me (Tiles has always wanted to find a nicer transitive verb) himself, rushing towards the multi-headed monster Kilika in the sea of ​​blood in the shield zone.

As he thought about it, the sin of the prison river surged again, as if he was dissatisfied with the frustration of this round.

"Sir, you are exaggerating. I am just a..."

Commuto responded to Mallos with a smile.
To be continued...