The winter sun gradually rises to the middle of the sky. After the snow has melted, the black soil on the ground is still a little wet. The finals are being held in the center of the arena.
Tokolin waved his long sword with both hands, and the icy blue sword light reflected several afterimages in the air, slashing towards his opponent. Roque, who was unable to dodge, could only fight with his two swords to hold him back.
The heavy force was transmitted from the sword body to the wrist, and there were slight sparks and harsh friction sounds at the intersection of the sword blades. Tokolin did not put away the sword, but continued to press forward. Strength was his strong point.
The tilted sword blade was only 2 inches away from Rock's head. Holding two swords was not as powerful as one sword. As Tokolin advanced, Rock could only retreat step by step.
This could not be done anymore. Roque turned around and took the sword in his hand to the right. He took advantage of this to withdraw a sword and slashed towards the opponent's wrist.
Seeing this, Tokolin still did not put away his sword and dodge, but drew his sword diagonally upward from the lower right side, exchanging damage for victory.
Rock flexibly rolled to the left, and the sword in his hand could only make a shallow wound on the opponent's wrist. Blood began to flow along the wound, dyeing the cloth wrapped around the sword hilt red. Tokolin saw Rock
Rolling to the side, he did not hesitate to fight, but distanced himself and prepared for battle again. Rock was very agile, and it was not a wise choice to fight him close to him.
He waved the long sword in his hand again and raised it high in the air. The ice-blue brilliance of the sword circulated. A gust of cold wind followed the long sword and swung it towards Rock. Rock felt as if his blood had frozen and his body stiffened.
, before he could use his magic power to have such a negative effect, Tokolin rushed over again.
clang--
A sword flew directly into the sky with the clear sound of impact. Rock reached out and pulled out the dagger in his boot, and rushed directly into Tokolin's arms. The dagger flashed with the cold light of magic. Although it was not sharpened, it was still
It's quite lethal.
Tokolin stepped heavily on the ground. Sharp ice spikes protruded from the ground and penetrated Rock's shoes. The ice spikes shattered, but many of them also penetrated into his feet. A biting cold and pain spread from childhood.
Come on, let his speed slow down. Tokolin once again opened the distance, and the sword light swept across.
Damn, does this guy have no weaknesses? Rock turned around, picked up the rapier that fell on the ground, swung the two swords across each other, and charged forward again.
Due to his injured foot, Rock lost his previous agility and could not fight for a long time. He could only fight quickly. The bright red magic power began to spread on the sword body, the blood vessels in his body bulged, and in the winter, bursts of white steam rose up.
The red sword shadow quickly collided with the ice-blue opponent in the air, sparks flying, and ice shards falling from time to time, and then melted. With the violent collision, cracks began to appear in the originally thin rapier.
, and finally turned into fragments with a bang and broke. Rock held on to the remaining sword and continued to fold it and swing.
Tocolin raised his sword horizontally, the icy blue brilliance circulated, and the cold wind rolled back, creating bursts of suction, which slowed Roque's figure, and then he swung it down with all his strength.
It was actually this move. Rock was surprised. He didn't have time to think about it. Just like the last duel in Isaiah, after quickly approaching, the rapier was broken in the lightning and flint, and then a dagger was placed across Tokolin's collar.
On the other side, a slight blood mark appeared on the opponent's neck, and traces of blood began to leave along the neck.
"Luo Kesheng, the final is over!"
When the referee saw this, he immediately called a stop and asked someone to rescue Tokolin. After all, he was the son of a viscount and a genius, so he could not die here casually.
After a moment of silence, Tokolin slowly put down his sword and stared at Roque with burning eyes, as if to remember this opponent.
Sorry, I took advantage, but I will not admit defeat and give up my qualification. Roque thought to himself, and then looked at each other without hesitation.
The college competition in Aike City finally went on to a very exciting stage in the finals. After the competition was over, Rock noticed the enthusiastic cheers from the audience. Some spectators cheered, and it was a worthwhile trip.
"Rock!"
"Rock!"
"Rock!"
"Rock!"
A group of students gathered around. They lifted the star of tomorrow and threw it high. There were cheers and celebrations all around. Although Roque usually didn't care about the opinions of the people around him, the taste of victory was still so delicious.
, let his heart relax, just like the dark clouds that had been suppressed for a long time were lifted, and he saw the beautiful sun and future.
Emenas, the glorious and heroic name, the yearning of countless people, will open the door to him today.
In stark contrast to the enthusiastic cheers next to him, there was another silent young man. Tokolin covered the wound on his wrist, slowly walked into the dark passage, and quietly left this lively place that had nothing to do with him.
An old carriage was parked outside, its decorations had faded and many of them were mottled off. Tokolin got on the carriage without saying a word.
"Is the young master's wrist okay?" the old coachman asked with concern.
"Okay." The old coachman saw this and stopped asking. He knew his young master's temperament. Since the master's death, he has become more and more indifferent and stubborn.
I failed this time, but I'm still young. I will definitely come again next year. Just wait, Rock, I will defeat you again, just like countless times before. This time it's just your luck. Look, Tokolin
Look at the arena outside the car window until it slowly disappears from sight.
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On the hill behind Burris' house, in the training woods.
"So, this is the reason why you are looking for me as a sparring partner this month?"
Rock's foot was wrapped in a bandage. Although it couldn't be seen through his shoes, there were still bursts of pain from time to time.
"Yes, I once studied with the master of the Sword of Wind Sect with Tokolin. He learned this move quickly and liked it very much. There is no reason not to use it in battle. I just want you to familiarize yourself with this move in advance.
That’s all.”
Isaiah answered naturally.
"But that's not fair," Rock replied.
"Fairness, what is fairness? There is never perfect fairness, Rock." Isaiah rarely answered in a serious tone.
"Your father is the captain of the guard. You can be exposed to swords since you were young. You don't have to worry about food and clothing. You have adequate nutrition. You have a teacher to help you get started, and you have plenty of time to practice."
"But those children from poor families do not have such conditions. Many of them have never touched a real sword in their lives. Not only do they not have teachers to teach them, they also have to work at home, so they have no time to practice."
"It's not fair for them if you win. Why should you be qualified? What kind of result are you pursuing to be truly fair?"
"I admit that my talent is not as good as yours, but I have a good sister and a better birth. I do not reject these, but will make good use of the existing conditions."
"I don't think it's just hard work that has made me who I am. There are more complicated reasons. But should I be ashamed? No."
"I will live a good life, and I will also work hard to make the people around me live better. I want to be a hero and shine for everyone around me."