"Galen, if you faced such a difficult opponent, what would you do?" the prince asked with interest.
"Your Highness..." Galen bowed slightly and said, "With force over skill, I slashed out with my sword. If he couldn't hold it or dodge, he would naturally die."
"Hahaha...what you said really makes sense."
Unfortunately, Chai Anping clearly didn't have the strength to make the final decision. Seeing Cecil's fancy double-sword technique, the onlookers cheered and cheered crazily.
On the other hand, Chai Anping was in a much more embarrassed state.
Experts watch the door, while laymen watch the excitement. Most of them can't see the real game between them. They only see Chai Anping being beaten with a sword and running away with his head in his hands.
"Hush!"
There were also boos all over the place for some good deeds.
Chai Anping had no time to pay attention to these people. A few drops of sweat dripped down his cheeks, and there was a faint sting on the small bloody wound.
The top of his knee was not fully stressed, but because of the sharpness of the armor, he kicked Cecil's thigh quite painfully, but it did not help him win.
Cecil took a breath and continued to pursue him with that special sword-wielding style. Chai Anping retreated while fighting, waving the long sword airtight, temporarily ensuring that Cecil would not get close easily.
what to do?!
Two scimitars slashed at him one after another. Cecil's movements were illusory, and when he moved and turned, he actually gave Chai Anping the illusion that Carter was opening up...
What the hell...
The long sword and the two short knives were clattering together. Fortunately, even though he was on guard, Cecil's left-hand knife couldn't cut him so easily.
"Ding--"
Amidst the sound of forging iron, the crisp sound of gold coins hitting each other was still very clear. Chai Anping's eyes were filled with joy - you attack quickly, right?!
"[Theft Omen (Improved)] is triggered successfully, and you get the insole of Reed Cecil, a double-edged sword."
Chai Anping:???
Cecil:???
Both of them changed color at the same time.
Cecil: Why does my foot feel so cold when I step on it?!
His feet suddenly staggered. Chai Anping was surprised and immediately swung his sword to block the scimitar in Cecil's hand. The rough blade left a bloody mark on his arm.
It seems...inexplicably comfortable?
Chai Anping raised his eyebrows slightly. Is it possible to steal insoles?
Chai Anping laughed loudly and kicked Cecil out while he was focusing on one thing and another.
fair?
Sorry mom, I have no quality!
The situation suddenly reversed!
Cecil's footwork error caused everyone to exclaim. An error in this extreme close-quarters style would be a devastating blow!
Cecil's physical fitness was far inferior to that of Giles and Burns, and his face turned quite pale after being kicked, let alone fighting back.
Chai Anping smiled evilly and stepped forward. Without the suppression of two daggers, he could finally display his sword skills to his fullest!
"Eat my trick!"
The tip of his sword was like a poisonous snake spitting a message, and the sword pointed accurately on Cecil's wrist.
"Crack-"
The dagger fell to the ground with a sound. Chai Anping felt confident and charged directly towards Cecil wearing armor.
"I don't—" Cecil was filled with grief and anger. He didn't know why the shoe suddenly slipped on his foot!
Before he even uttered the word "submit", the hard armor rushed towards him.
"Boom!"
An iron elbow hit his head, making him dizzy.
He subconsciously held the knife in his left hand and stabbed it towards the body in front of him.
"Ding--"
The tip of the knife pierced the armor, leaving a small white spot.
Chai Anping's face changed slightly, this guy's offensive ability and desire are really incredible!
He immediately punched Cecil, a poor middle-aged man, on the tip of his nose to ensure that he really lost his ability to fight.
"laugh……"
Two nosebleeds spurted out.
Chai Anping couldn't bear to torture him any more, so he knocked off the dagger in his left hand with another sword, and then the sword blade hovered steadily on Cecil's neck.
"Dudu!"
"Game over, winner Gracie Shelley!"
The referee's announcement was heard over the wave for the first time, or the scene fell into an eerie silence.
That's it?
This is a win?!
Instead of relying on yourself to find opportunities, you rely on your opponent's mistakes to set off?
"This..." Galen and the prince looked at each other awkwardly.
What should I say - good luck?
But to be honest, Chai Anping's ability and execution ability to seize opportunities are really good, and his blocking and defense skills are not bad either.
But to say who has a greater chance of winning between the two, it must be the dual-sword style...
"Ahem, Tiana, the young man you are interested in - you are so lucky!" Jarvan III touched his beard and half-smiled: "Let's go back to the palace."
Tiana's smile was a little stiff, but after hearing this, she quickly stood up and sent the third generation away.
Who the hell is this person? Are you going to have sprained ankles in a duel?!
There was definitely nothing wrong with her arrangement. Reed Cecil was indeed very restrained by a half-baked swordsman like Chai Anping, and he indeed beat Chai Anping to ashes.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Lux, who had a strange and somewhat relieved expression on her face. She was almost so angry that her liver trembled... What did I do?
Assist?
…
Chai Anping took a breath and looked around, and then scratched his head in confusion. Where are my cheers? Where is the applause?!
"Contestant Shelley, you can come down now." The referee greeted him awkwardly and asked him to get off the stage quickly. Why didn't he make up his mind yet?
Chai Anping walked off the stage feeling slightly unhappy. The girl from the medical class immediately applied unknown medicine to Chai Anping's face and waist. In fact, if he had used alchemical magic, the scars on his face should have healed, but in public he naturally
It is impossible to do something that cannot be explained clearly.
Francis also looked a little strange when he greeted him backstage.
"Well...well done, Gracie!" He reluctantly patted Chai Anping on the shoulder: "Well, no matter how the process goes, we still win."
"I……"
"You must be tired after a good fight. Go and rest."
"Oh..." Chai Anping's hands trembled slightly, and he wanted to grab the guard captain's collar and yell, I have no fucking quality!
Watching Chai Anping go away, Francis couldn't help but sigh. He originally thought that Gracie could eliminate the rumors and regain his glory. After all, he could be considered a capable person if he could defeat Kanos, but today's game was...
Too ugly.
I'm afraid tomorrow's newspapers will be full of ridicule!
When he thought of this, Francis felt a little colder on his head.
Chai Anping left the player tunnel and silently threw the insoles and a few hairs in the storage space into the trash can.
He said to himself with a grimace: "Why can't you rely on [Theft Omen] to fight a duel?"
"If I had filled in with Conqueror, Grasp of Eternity or Gathering Storm, what would have happened to you? Angry? I would have destroyed the world long ago!"
From the unmanned contestant tunnel, came the words "Can a time traveler use cheats count as cheats?", "What does it have to do with me, Chai Anping, to steal omens?", and "Adults beat children", "Does he have a beard?"
"A good thing" and other words that people can't understand.
Waves of cheers came from the duel field not far away.
Chai Anping hugged his worn armor and sighed quietly, the happiness is all theirs, I have nothing!