Chapter 3306 The Trial of the Great Fool (One Hundred and Nine)
"Are you kidding?" the elf woman snorted and said, "How do I look like I'm joking?"
Pull out your sword, little wolf. Let me see your character clearly from your sword.
You refused to save the man who asked for help;
You claim to be the envoy of Great Britain and want to obtain the whereabouts of the other two sword masters from me;
Is it worth being honest with you? Let your sword tell me the answer!"
"It's really...unreasonable." Bedivere complained in a low voice.
"There is truth in the sword." Sword Saint Claire replied, seemingly so naturally.
Use combat to talk to each other. This is indeed the preferred method of communication among sword masters. Although this method of communication is primitive and barbaric.
Bediwell took out the only weapon he brought, [Artifact - Shell of the World Tree].
Almost all weapons could not pass customs inspection, so Bediwell left all his weapons on the Dawn before entering the country.
This was the only thing he carried with him. It looked like just a stick, not even a weapon. South Africa's customs inspection system couldn't even identify what it was.
The customs declaration form just says "a cigar". That stupid automatic detection system actually uses the shape of the cigar to compare it with it, and then lets Bediwell go through customs with this artifact.
This object is called one of the [Seven Treasures of the Ivory Tower], a kind of [Conceptual Noble Phantasm]. It is said to be the empty shell left after the old world tree withered. But in fact it is just the big one in the Ivory Tower. The mages colluded to open it.
A joke, a massive social experiment.
When a lie is repeated hundreds of millions of times, it will become a "fact", and the originally inconspicuous ancient relic becomes a real treasure, an indestructible and legendary [Concept Noble Phantasm].
There is a space channel inside the [World Tree Shell], which is connected to a bottomless pit-like other world. It is said that it can absorb any matter in the world, endlessly absorbing it, and swallowing everything into that infinite other world.
Because he felt that this was very scary, Bedivere never filled anything into that other world. Instead, he sent his spell fire and mithril fluid into the [Shell], allowing them to pass through the entrance and exit of the [Shell].
Stand by nearby. In this way, he can call on the supplies hidden in the [shell] at any time.
He held it in his hand like the hilt of a lightsaber, and summoned the magical fire that resided in it. Before long, enough mithril fluid to form the blade was also summoned, surrounding it with an icy glow.
The blue ray of spell fire danced, grabbed the edge of the sword hilt, and finally turned into a blade-like form. This is Bedivere's "Mithril Fluid Sword". It is constructed with mithril and is not fixed.
The fluid sword of form.
This is the weapon he used to fight against Sword Master Claire.
...Strictly speaking, Bedivere also carries another artifact-level weapon, [The Sun God's Sun Disk]. However, he does not intend to use it in a sword duel.
It should be considered a basic etiquette to use swords against swords in swordsmanship competitions.
"Oh. What an interesting weapon." Sword Master Claire showed a mysterious smile: "So, are you ready?"
Bedivere winked at Sherrichard behind him, gesturing for her to stay away a little.
"Be safe, Bedi," Sherrichard said, taking a few steps back.
"I will." And Bedivere took a few steps forward, raised his sword, and assumed a fighting posture.
For some reason, when facing Sword Master Claire, he didn't feel as nervous as he usually did when dueling with others.
Claire did not exude any killing intent, not even a trace. She wanted to fight Bedivere, but she had no intention of harming Bedivere.
Therefore, just like a courtesy exchange, Bedivere did not exude any murderous aura at all. It was as if he just planned to compete with a friend in sword skills.
But the next second, Sword Master Claire used the soul-stealing sword Fraglak in her hand to strike at Bedivere's head. This sword indeed had no killing intent, and there was no magic or supernatural effect on it.
, it's purely cutting with the blade. But the blade itself is quite sharp, and it's still a big sword with a certain weight. If you can't dodge this blow well, you will still die.
Yes, there is no killing intent in her sword. But she also has no intention of letting Bediwell go. At least when it comes to the sword skills competition, she will try her best. Without unleashing the true power of the holy sword,
Just waving it like a piece of iron is already the biggest insult to Bedivere!
It was a big sword, both heavy and sharp. Bedivere knew that the Mithril Fluid Sword in his hand could not block the blow of the big sword, so he adopted a dodge method and activated [Wolf Step] to retreat.
.His heels tapped the ground lightly, and his body immediately floated five yards away.
"Oh, interesting way of moving." She noticed the unusual dodge skills of the werewolf youth, and then used almost the same skills to catch up, closing the distance with Bedivere in one breath.
The big sword struck down again. Although the sword move still contained no killing intent, the sword was quite powerful. If Bediwell could not dodge, he would be split in half!
Is it because she has absolute trust in Bedivere's skill and thinks that Bedivere must be able to dodge this kind of attack, so that she can use such a free and easy sword move?
Or was she actually planning to stop her sword before hitting Bedivere, and would never hurt Bedivere?
And I don’t know if Sword Saint Claire acted in a measured way, or whether she should hide or not. The werewolf young man used a very clever twisting posture to barely avoid the blow, and let the sword blade lightly pass by his left shoulder.
The distance was less than half an inch. At the same time, he also counterattacked. The Mithril Fluid Sword slashed diagonally from bottom to top, attacking Claire's throat!
The attack of the Mithril Fluid Sword has long been modified, and the blade will deform. It is usually a straight sword, but when it is swung, it will change into a reverse bow-like shape to offset the inertia caused by swinging the sword and make the sword
The attack trajectory remains the same as that of a normal physical sword, and there is no longer a delay. It stands to reason that Bediwell can already wield the Mithril Fluid Sword at will and hit everything he wants.
However, the opponent still dodged the blow extremely cleverly. Of course. The attack of this Mithril Fluid Sword is no different from an ordinary sword strike. The opponent is agile enough, and it is extremely simple to dodge this attack.
Sword Master Claire's attack trajectory changed, and the hilt of the soul-stealing sword collided with Bedivere. She did not use the blade of the sword to slash, but instead used the extended hilt of the big sword to hit the opponent. The offensive was very clever.
But since it was a blunt blow, Bedivere naturally had the confidence to catch it with his bare hands. He raised his left hand and pushed, and the hilt of the sword that was supposed to hit him fell into his palm and sunk in.
Wait...stuck in?
But Bediwell's left hand is a prosthetic limb made of mithril. If he wanted it, the texture of this prosthetic limb would be tougher than his own flesh. It could be dented by a sword hilt. If the sword hilt had been pierced by Bediwell
In other parts of his body, wouldn't there be a big hole in his body at this moment?
He was very sure that the hilt of the soul-stealing sword was blunt, without any sharp parts. In other words, the blow was purely powerful and dented Bedivere's hand. What kind of sword master Claire has
Outrageous strange power??
And until now, Claire has not exuded the slightest bit of murderous aura, and she is completely "joking" with Bedivere. Although they are fighting in a friendly manner, she can easily open a blow on Bedivere with the hilt of her sword.
The big hole is quite terrifying. Are all sword masters such dangerous beings?
In shock, Bedivere retreated dozens of yards, but Sword Saint Claire kept the distance. At the same time, the mithril fluid sword in his hand also turned into a fluid whip, and he attacked with a whip that was far away but relatively slow.
to contain the opponent.
Claire raised her sword to block several blows from the whip, and did not rush to pursue him.
"A deformable sword. Is it a mithril technique? Interesting." She said, "That prosthetic leg is also a kind of mithril, or a memory alloy."
Her insight is amazing, and she can easily see through the characteristics of Bedivere's equipment.
"Seriously, you don't have to worry about me. Just use your full strength to deal with it." The elf woman said, "I will not use the power of the soul-stealing sword to deal with you. I will only use ordinary sword skills to communicate with you."
But ordinary sword skills are also very dangerous, and you will still die if you are careless."
"I thought you would stop there..." Bedivere smiled bitterly.
"I will try to do it. The premise is that I know what level you are at." She scolded: "You are either very confident or very stupid. Why didn't you dodge the blow just now and actually hit it with your hands?
Continuing? If your left hand hadn’t been a prosthetic, you would have suffered serious injuries that may have left you disabled for life.”
"Hahaha..." Bedivere laughed. The mithril prosthesis on his left arm was gradually returning to its original shape, automatically filling the terrifying big hole in his palm.
He did underestimate the enemy a little, or he underestimated the threat of Claire's blow with the hilt of the sword. If he had known that the hilt of the sword could kill someone, he would have been afraid to avoid it from the beginning.
On the other hand, the Sword Master turns out to be so dangerous. Even though she looks like a weak woman, she is still a Sword Master who can kill people easily with just a few clicks.
"I understand." Bedivere summoned more mithril fluid, letting the fluid swirl around him like a living silver vortex: "I will be a little more serious. It's a pity that this is no longer swordsmanship.
."
"No one said you must use swordsmanship to duel." Sword Master Claire was very tolerant in this regard: "The sword is just a form. As long as you have a sword in your heart, anything can be regarded as a sword."
"I couldn't agree more!" The werewolf youth rushed over again, and the mithril vortex turned into six mithril spiral spikes, hitting Claire. At the same time, the mithril fluid sword in his hand also swept out in a wide range, not so much
That was a whip, rather it was a curved knife of extremely long length.
The Mithril Fluid Sword cannot transform into the form of an anti-bow sword well when it is far away, so long-distance attacks are always delayed from the action of swinging the sword. But this delay is completely acceptable. After all, apart from swinging the sword,
He also used long-range attacks like spiral spikes to contain his opponents.
Dong dong dong dong dong! Then there were six crisp sounds. Claire easily defused the attack of the spiral spikes by just waving her sword, and jumped up to avoid the wide sweep of the mithril fluid whip.
But she is in mid-air. She cannot move freely in the air, which is the perfect opportunity to attack her.
Then a vortex of mithril fluid was lifted from the ground. This vortex was not a fatal attack (although Bedivere could turn it into a blade-like vortex), but existed only to seize and subdue the opponent.
He thought that this blow would succeed, but he didn't expect that Claire suddenly stepped hard in mid-air, as if kicking some kind of invisible wall, and used it to fly forward, rushing to Bedi in one breath.
Weir came forward! The big sword in her hand also fell down, and she was about to split Bediwell in two from the top of her head!
Oops, there's no time to dodge! The werewolf youth hurriedly raised his sword to block, and mobilized as much mithril fluid as possible to form a defense wall. He didn't know whether the defense wall could block the blow of the big sword, and it probably couldn't (given that
Claire’s strange power), but he has to do something!
But the big sword penetrated the mithril fluid barrier with ease like cutting through butter, and gradually approached Bedivere! Just as it missed the werewolf youth's head by half an inch, the sword's momentum stopped abruptly.
Sword Master Claire, who was already standing on the ground, withdrew the blow.