Taking a deep breath, Ronan entered the Qi posture. Veins popped up on his forehead and arms, and his strength was enhanced again. Darkles' complexion changed drastically. Feeling the huge force coming from the opposite side, he had to pull back.
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Since his birth, Darkres has never lost to anyone in terms of strength. His opponents are often knocked down by him in two heavy blows. Moreover, he is also a rare genius in swordsmanship, with agile movements and strong skills.
Although the swordsmanship is wide open and closed, it is steady and orderly, with almost no flaws.
Since he started fighting at the age of fourteen, he has had few opponents and has never been defeated in a one-on-one duel. At this time, he met Ronan and Darklay, who were even more powerful than him and whose sword skills should not be underestimated.
Si's blood started to boil after a long absence.
Dacres was almost forty years old, and his peak period had reached the end, and he had even begun to decline a little. He thought that he would gradually age, and finally gave up the position of grand leader and took a back seat due to the deterioration of his physical fitness.
On the second line, now that he met the powerful Ronan, his competitive spirit was aroused again, and he felt that he was really doing the right thing by challenging Ronan.
Even if his skills are not as good as others, it would be better to die here than to slowly feel the aging of his body until he can no longer lift the sword and can only lie in bed and die of old age. Such an ending would be more difficult for someone like Dacres.
For militants, it is simply a form of torture, the greatest torture.
"bring it on!"
Dacres suddenly roared excitedly, and then suddenly took a step forward and slashed at Ronan from the side. Although Ronan didn't know why Dacres was suddenly so excited, the movements of his hands kept moving, directly facing him.
Cut it over.
The sounds of gold and iron clashing fiercely between weapons kept ringing. Both of them had fully opened their bodies. The swords were swinging fast, but very steadily. Neither of them had been able to hit each other's body so far.
one time.
The surrounding spectators were stunned, especially the guardian knights. They knew very well how powerful their grand leader was. In previous sparring sessions, even their strongest knights could not resist Darkles.
A powerful attack, and after a few blocks, the opponent will become unbalanced and the tiger's mouth will burst.
But now the two of them were actually fighting back and forth, which immediately greatly enhanced the senses of these knights towards Ronan. It can be seen from the leader selection system of the Guardian Knights how much they admire force, but
They never engage in foreign wars, and their strongest opponents are the big bandit groups on the edge of the national border. However, they are weak and useless, so they either train or catch each other and fight each other every day, so they worship the strong even more.
"Your strength is declining!"
After waving his sword to force Dacres back, Ronan said suddenly. Until now, he had basically not sweated a few drops, but Dacres on the opposite side was already breathing heavily, and his forehead under the helmet was
It was also covered with fine beads of sweat.
"My physical strength is basically not used up. If you continue like this, you can't win me, haha, but it's not my style to bully an older person like this. It's impossible to win like that. Grand leader, please pay attention. Next
Come down, I'm going to make some changes, within these few moves, we will determine the winner!"
Luo Nanping raised the tip of his big sword and said to Dacres. Dacres didn't say a word, but he was secretly sad in his heart. The power of time is indeed unstoppable to him, even if he has doubled his training now, he can maintain his strength.
Physical fitness, but it is difficult to prevent the decline in physical fitness caused by age.
"ah!!!"
Darkres suddenly roared wildly, pushed aside the tip of Ronan's sword and slashed at him again. Ronan did not directly resist this time, but burst out with a speed that he had not shown before, and turned sideways to avoid the attack.
"Attention!"
Seeing Ronan's speed, Dacres knew that Ronan hadn't used his full strength before, and suddenly some anger of being underestimated arose in his heart, so he turned around and slashed away quickly, but Dacres was experienced after all, even though his heart was warm and angry.
, but still wary of Ronan's speed.
After dodging an attack from Darkres, Ronan turned around and held the sword, swung the sharp guard directly and stabbed Darkres in the waist. Darkres was alert and quickly returned the sword to Ronan.
Before hitting him, the blade of the sword jammed Ronan's guard.
But Ronan's right hand holding the blade of the sword suddenly swung, and the guard brushed against Dacres's sword. After a half-turn, Ronan's left hand grabbed the hilt of the sword and stabbed forward with all his strength.
Darkres did not expect Ronan's move. Even though he tried his best to dodge, Ronan still made a mark on the armor on his abdomen. This was the first time that one of the two hit his opponent.
Ronan also wanted to use his left-hand sword to slash horizontally, but Dacres held the sword directly, causing Ronan's next attack to fail. Ronan handed the sword back to his right hand, and then launched another attack. This time,
When Ronan sheathed his sword, he deliberately gave Darkres a flaw.
Dacres subconsciously seized the opportunity to attack, but immediately realized something was wrong, but it was too late to sheath the sword. Ronan put the sword on his back shoulder, rotated his body and slid away, allowing Dacres' weapon to slide along.
The blade of his sword slid, and finally struck the air, and because Ronan applied more force, he was unable to retract the sword quickly.
After deflecting Darkres' big sword, Ronan turned his back to Darkres, quickly changed the hand holding the sword, rotated his body like playing baseball, and slashed Darkres' wrist with the sword.
The weapon struck the armor. Although it failed to cut through the armor because the training sword was blunter, the force of the blunt blow penetrated right through and touched the nerves in Darkres' wrist, causing him to twitch involuntarily.
The big sword couldn't be held and fell to the ground.
Dacres looked at Ronan in front of him. After taking off the weapon, he punched Ronan without thinking. He wanted to knock Ronan away and then open up space to retrieve the weapon, but he was obviously a little anxious.
, and he was not as good as Ronan in terms of unarmed combat. Ronan directly dodged and grabbed his wrist, and moved forward with a force of four or two. His feet tripped at the same time, and Darkles lost his center and fell to the ground.
When he wanted to get up again, Ronan's weapon was already at his throat. Knowing that he had lost, Darkles' body softened and he lay directly on the ground. However, the face under the helmet couldn't help but smile.
Smiling, he said:
"You are very strong, but I lost! From now on, you will be the grand leader of the Guardian Knights!"
"Grand Leader Dacres, don't forget, I am not a believer of Her Majesty the Goddess, so you will still serve as the grand leader. You have proven yourself to Her Majesty the Goddess, and He recognizes your strength.
, Grand Commander, there are still many battles waiting for us in the future, and you and your knights will have the opportunity to show your faith and strength to the goddess!"
As Ronan said this, he reached out and pulled Darkres up from the ground.