The second fight started soon, and the Weisbach family sent Henry to take charge.
The other party sent nobles as contestants, so the Wolfe family naturally couldn't neglect it, and Viscount Heinrich personally took part in the battle.
Both of them used one-handed straight swords. Because of their slender and elegant blades, they were widely favored by nobles for duels.
Judging from the fighting situation, both sides were almost competing in pure strength, reaction and swordsmanship skills, and did not use extraordinary abilities - it may be that they are not extraordinary people, but ordinary people who have absorbed extraordinary powers.
It may also be that they are deliberately hiding their own strength. After all, as nobles, there is no need to fight to the death in knightly combat.
The girls stared below and made similar judgments one after another, but Asker could see clearly: these two people were really fighting to the death, but this was the level of ordinary people's fighting.
Insufficient strength, poor reflexes, and no special abilities. Fighting with all your strength is just like this. It cannot achieve the thrilling fight of extraordinary beings.
An unexpected thrust, Henry quickly turned his head to dodge, and the sword blade swiped across the side of his face, leaving a long and narrow wound.
His long sword slashed straight down, suppressing Heinrich's long sword, but the latter quickly hit him with a knee, causing him to stoop and bend over, and the sword was immediately placed on him.
on the neck.
"You lost." Heinrich gasped, "but I forgive you, I forgive your life."
Henry spat aside and glared at him fiercely. On the territory of the Weisbach family, he certainly wasn't worried that the Wolf Viscount would dare to kill him.
However, the two sides were evenly matched, but due to several mistakes of his own, he failed to defeat the other side, which made him feel a strong sense of loss.
Heinrich put away his sword, and the doctors outside the field swarmed over and took Henry to the nearby infirmary for treatment.
Returning to the top box, Heinrich calmly saluted the Duke of Bavaria, but the latter did not show any displeasure and just nodded slightly.
What a pretentious old thing! Heinrich cursed in his mind.
In any case, the Wolfe family finally got back a fight. As long as Meyer can defeat his opponent cleanly, the winner of this knight fight will be determined.
In the third battle, Meyer walked off the field early and leaned his sword on the ground.
Asker slowly walked off the field. At this time, he had removed most of his weapons, leaving only a long sword with him, and faced Meyer calmly.
"When did Cat and Dog become the leader of the Richard Turner Swordsmen?" Meyer, however, was not in a hurry to take action, but took the lead in taunting him, "Have all the other members of the Swordsmen lost their hands?
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"No way." Asker shrugged, "At that time, they invited me, so I said you should hire someone else. But Nuremberg told me that Richard Turner had already decided, and you would be the swordsman.
Chief of the regiment."
Meyer felt a little uncomfortable hearing these strange words, and sneered: "Just you?"
"If I were still in the teacher's swordsman corps, do you think you could get to this position?"
"I heard that before Nuremberg," Asker said slowly, "you were the chief of the swordsmen group. What? The pressure is too great and you can't do it anymore?"
"Haha." Meyer sneered contemptuously from under his mustache, "If I had known that someone like you could be the chief, I should have resigned earlier."
"The reason for leaving is because you can't improve your swordsmanship, right?" Ask suddenly said.
Just as Meyer was about to subconsciously refute, he suddenly became strangely silent.
That's right, as the leading swordsman genius in the swordsmen corps, the reason why he left the Richard Turner swordsmen corps in the first place was not because he was arrogant or because he had a falling out with his teacher, as other swordsmen suspected.
It was because his swordsmanship strength at that time did encounter a bottleneck that was difficult to break through.
Richard Turner said that he fell into some kind of "ideological shackles". He believed in the teacher at first. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not break through the invisible and intangible bottleneck.
In addition, the swordsman brothers who were not as good as him began to improve by leaps and bounds after joining the group. The swordsmen who were originally unable to take his moves began to fight him back and forth after a few months, and he gradually became stronger.
I can't help but suspect that the teacher is deliberately hiding his secrets, fearing that one day he will surpass him in strength.
So Meyer left the team in anger. In the few years of his solo adventure, he summed up what he had learned throughout his life and created the "square swordsmanship" that combined all his experience. He even brought out a team of swordsmen of his own.
However, that bottleneck is still unbreakable, like an invisible glass ceiling, still restricting him from taking further steps in the path of swordsmanship.
"Did the teacher tell you my question?" Meyer's voice was trembling.
"No, it's obvious." Asik said with a low smile, "You can see from the square sword technique you invented. The specific sword path? The order of rotation? The trajectory of the move? You are too stubborn in those so-called rules and regulations.
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"Swordsmanship is not an assembly line industrial production. How can there be any fixed steps? It requires not only thousands of practices and experiments, but more importantly, the inspiration that spurts out in a moment of life and death fighting."
"The more you concentrate on studying how to improve swordsmanship instead of trying to innovate, the easier it will be for you to fall into the huge shackles you have woven. If you continue like this, you will never be able to catch up with the old swordsman in front of you, but you will be able to catch up with the other swordsmen who join the group later.
We are almost catching up with you, right?"
"Shut up!" These words touched Meyer's pain point. His face was half green and half white. He finally suppressed the anger in his chest, raised his sword and sneered:
"I hope your sword can be as sharp as your tongue."
"Okay." Ask put down his sword.
The two bodies collided for an instant, and then separated in an instant. Meyer turned around and charged again, the sword in his hand spinning rapidly.
Square swordsmanship!
The so-called square swordsmanship does not mean that the path of the sword is like a square, but that the trajectory of the sword is composed of countless irregular ovals. These ovals are densely drawn within a square, so it is called square swordsmanship.
The same swordsmanship in the hands of Meyer, the founder, was much faster than that of the male swordsman who was defeated by Sidliefa before. He swung the long sword so airtight that the audience outside the venue could only see
The bright silver afterimages connected together, and as Asik kept adjusting the position of the sword to block, a series of intensive collision sounds were made.
The circle of the sword he waved became smaller and smaller, and Asker's defensive range was quickly compressed. Suddenly, he stabbed forward with the sword in both hands, aiming at the position that Asker had no time to defend at this time.
Then he was shocked to find that the sword had penetrated the air. Even when he was preparing to thrust, Asik had already jumped back and left the range of his attack.