Why it never ends

Chapter 957 Fighting

The voice behind the veil asked, "Who is this?"

Under the extremely shocked gaze of Eucalyptus, Hesta raised his hand. All the guests in the stands laughed softly, and Kovicik also sneered: "How can I fight with a woman? This is simply unreasonable..."

"Who put her name in?" the emperor asked. "There is no women's group today."

"It's me, Your Majesty." Fatima said softly, "I ask you to allow her to participate in today's event. She is not picky about her opponents because she is from District 14 and has a kung fu that is completely different from ours..."

"Ah, the Kung Fu of District 14." The voice behind the veil laughed visibly, "Kovishik, fight her. I want to watch."

"Your Majesty!" Kovicik raised his face in resistance. "Please think about it for me. If I fight a woman today, even if I win, it will damage my reputation. Is it an honor to defeat a woman in the arena?"

“…It would be even more humiliating to lose to her.” Fatima said with a smile.

"Madam, you are such a joker. I remember that there are some female guards in the Baron's manor. Since Your Majesty wants to see the Kung Fu of District 14, why not recruit a few female guards?" Kovicik said, "This is what I really think. If you really regard her as a friend, you can choose another opponent for her. If we really go to the arena, I will not show mercy even if the opponent is a woman."

Fatima looked towards the curtain and said, "Your Majesty, do you know what I am talking about? It was this sentence that made me see some of General Schiller's grace in Kovicik..."

Kovicik frowned.

"…Because General Schiller always respects his opponents," Fatima said softly, "He cares more about winning than anyone else, so he never lets himself fall into the trap of underestimating the enemy. Perhaps it is precisely people like this who can always keep themselves invincible."

"Go ahead, Kovicik," the emperor said, "She must have something extraordinary to challenge you."

Kovicik clenched his fists in anger. This fight was of no benefit to him. If he won, everyone would laugh at him for being reduced to being able to only compete with women. If he lost, he would be unable to defeat even a woman. Whether he won or lost, he was destined to become a laughing stock. The emperor should not have taken on such a hard task for him.

However, no one knew what Fatima had said to the emperor before that actually made the emperor stand on her side.

"Mrs. Fatima," Kovicik stood up and walked to Fatima, "regardless of the outcome, I would like to apologize to you again for what happened to Chloe--"

"What are you thinking?" Fatima shook her head. "Instead, I want to ask for your forgiveness. We have seen all the disturbances Chloe has caused and your tolerance for her over this long period of time."

Kovicik turned around and changed his clothes with a ball of anger in his heart. He came back about ten minutes later. He did not speak to anyone and just went into the arena alone. Seeing this, Hesta also stood up, supported the table with one hand, and jumped out of the stands.

At this moment, the guests in the stands opened their eyes wide - this woman was quite tall and seemed to be really good at fighting.

At a distance of only a few meters, Hesta was finally able to confirm his previous judgment: Kovicik's eyes were exactly the same as Meisnan's, and both of their irises showed an inhuman gray-blue color. From the white cat on the ship to the young noble in front of him, Hesta recalled these gray-blue eyes that kept appearing around him, and also thought of Anna's face that deserved a beating.

"What are you looking at?" Kovicik asked with some disgust. He hated Hesta's staring eyes. That kind of gaze lacked respect, as if he was treating him as a statue or a painting.

Hesta suddenly laughed and looked very friendly: "Your eyes are very special."

Kovicik sneered - this man actually started to flatter him.

The attendants handed over two long swords and helmets, saying that considering the differences between men and women, it would be unsightly for two people to wrestle and fight, so they provided additional close-range weapons. Kovicik glanced at them and whispered, "You choose first."

Hesta grabbed a sword and Kovicik picked up the remaining one, but before the servant left the stage, Hesta put the sword back on the servant's plate.

In full view of everyone, she walked up to Baron Tryon and asked if he would be willing to lend him his cane.

The baron looked at the gauze curtain and saw that the people there did not raise any objections, so he agreed.

"Be careful," the Baron muttered. "This is my favorite."

"rest assured."

Back in the arena, Kovicik's face was dark: "What are you doing?"

"It would be unfair to you if I used a sword as well," Hesta said, "but my hands hurt when I hit someone with my bare hands, so it's better to find a handy tool."

"You are so arrogant." Kovicik sneered, "Your wish will fail. My sword skills are much better than my wrestling."

"That's great." Hesta waved his cane in his left hand, "Where's your helmet? Put it on first."

"You don't need that kind of thing. Aren't you wearing one?"

"Put it on."

"Stop talking nonsense," Kovicik said, getting ready for battle. "Come on."

Hesta bowed slightly and suddenly rushed towards Kovichik. Kovichik stared at Hesta's movement, his heart as calm as water. He has always been called the "perfect backhand" because he can instantly break through all attacks of the opponent with a high-position spin. His heavy sword slashing down from a high position is like a meat grinder that sweeps everything, often giving the opponent both physical and mental intimidation at the beginning of the fight. Therefore, he has always been praised by his teachers and opponents as the "model of the latecomer" - unsuspecting, powerful, and precise.

However, when the sword fell, Hesta disappeared.

Then he felt a burning pain in his back, as if he was being whipped with a hot whip.

The audience in the stands did not mind the big deal and all stood up and cheered - everyone clearly saw that the moment Kovicik dropped his sword, Hesta turned sideways and lay on his back, almost touching his sword blade by a body length, and then hit him hard on the back with a stick.

Kovicik staggered and almost fell to the ground, but fortunately the heavy sword was inserted into the ground, supporting him steadily.

Hesta waved her left hand again, and the wooden cane made a sound of wind in her hand.

"You are indeed quite skilled," Hesta said, "but your reaction is a little slow."

Kovicik was filled with rage. He held the sword in both hands and blocked it in front of his left shoulder.