Knight and Wand

Chapter 236 Born
The dancing blunt sword cut through the air, and the two girls in ordinary clothes met and clashed with each other on the wide rooftop of the fortress.

Even when practicing basic sword techniques, the chestnut-haired girl with pigtails put in her utmost concentration, constantly combining all the techniques she had learned.

The two repeated the basic swordplay back and forth, attacking and defending, over and over again. Although they used the same speed and moves, without any out-of-scope techniques, Treia still found it increasingly difficult to keep up with the pace.

She was not careful and her arm was one step slower than her body while moving. The sword wind that passed across her eyes forced the chestnut-haired girl to blink instinctively.

This moment of negligence caused Olivia to lose sight of her movements, causing Treia to hastily raise her blade to parry, unable to block the opponent's sword.

The cold metal touched her forehead, signaling the end of a round of practice.

"You have to get used to overcoming your fear instinct. Closing your eyes won't protect you in battle, and your eyelids can't block weapons. If you can't observe your opponent, you're doomed to lose." Olivia put down the blunt sword.

"I'm sorry, I'll try my best." Theresia apologized with disordered breathing.

Olivia smiled and said, "Take your time. After all, you have only just started."

After saying that, she suggested taking a break, and the two of them went to a table with fruits and clean water and put down their weapons.

Treya wiped the sweat off her face with a towel and looked at her mentor. "When you saw the knights fighting with you, you expected every strike. How can I see through my opponent's mind like you? Can I do it just by observing with my eyes? Is there any trick?"

Olivia heard this, raised her hand holding the apple but stopped in mid-air, frowned, and thought about how to explain this in Leon's tone.

Suddenly, the blonde girl looked at Treia and jokingly threw the fruit in her hand to her.

The red fruits sent from the apple orchard flew in an arc through the air—

"?" Theresa quickly reached out to catch it.

Olivia smiled.

"Look, you've 'seen through' this trick. You can actually do it, too."

Theresia held the apple in both hands and blinked, still a little confused.

Olivia patiently explained: "Think about it, we have all seen the trajectory of things being thrown since we were young. After seeing it many times, we can subconsciously foresee similar and identical "results". The only difference is the degree of accuracy.

This is also the meaning of constantly practicing martial arts and improving skills. As long as you remember enough of the process, when I plan to throw the 'apple', you don't even need to actively think about it, you can take action immediately. "

As she spoke, the girl put her hands on her hips, touched her chin, and answered honestly: "Of course, Leon told me that talent is also a key factor. Everyone is born different and has their own strengths. I took advantage of this a lot.

It was only with his reminder that I realized that, compared to everyone else, I seemed to have a clearer perception of the trajectory of objects. I could observe the differences between many things before they moved, as if I had already seen them move countless times."

Theresia seemed to understand but was lost in thought.

Olivia picked up another apple and took a delicious bite.

But she frowned slightly.

Today's fruit tastes sweet with an inexplicable bitterness and palpitations
I lowered my eyes and was immersed in a wonderful feeling.

Leon stared at the silver track of his jaw, and seemed to see his throat being cut.
It was like glimpsing countless moments of death.

But unlike in the past when he had tried his best, his desire to survive was now a million times stronger than when he was struggling to escape.

There are many people waiting for him in Avalon
He has not yet fulfilled his promises to many people.

He gritted his teeth, unwilling to wait for death in vain, and tried to struggle. The exhaustion of his physical strength made his muscles feel as if they were being torn apart one by one. In the endless hunger, his heart suddenly burst into a torrent of boiling blood.

He raised his head slightly.

The skin was cut shallowly by the broken knife, and a string of scarlet blood splashed out.

——clang
The Sword of Thorns slid out of its scabbard and chopped into the gap between the broken knife and the neck, separating the blade that should have penetrated deep into the flesh.

Yasen raised an eyebrow, surprised at this perfect sword strike.

He had never seen such a beautiful sword-drawing trajectory. The opponent actually blocked his sword that was close to his neck?

——This kid actually still has some energy left.

The great knight's killing intent remained unabated, and he suddenly increased his strength and changed from cutting to slashing.

hum!
The fierce knife-like wind swept across the earth, tearing off large pieces of bark and wood from the tree stumps and splashing dirt.

But Yasen didn't have much of a feel for hitting the target.

He only felt that he had swung his sword and hit a wisp of drifting breeze.

Look sideways.

He discovered that the black-haired knight was holding down the weak edge of his sword and using his own strike to knock him far away.

His feet stood firmly on the rugged ground, his armor vibrated slightly, and his black hair slowly fell on the knight's shoulders and neck.

Leon gripped the sword tightly, enduring the severe pain all over his body, observing everything that was familiar yet unfamiliar in his eyes.

As if he saw something, his senses were infinitely magnified and countless intertwined outlines appeared in his eyes. Spots, lines, and cross-sections emerged from those outlines and surged towards him like waves.

He seemed to be accustomed to this scene. Everything unfolded within his sight, and he "saw" the virtual image of the old knight rushing towards him from all directions.

The next second, countless silhouettes of himself being killed on the spot appeared in his mind, but he found the only tiny hope of survival overlapping among them.

Without time to be distracted or doubtful, Leon took the initiative to overlap with the virtual image. His actions were almost consistent with reality.

There was another gust of wind, and Count Arsen's eyes widened.

The sword that was charging forward with certainty, at the moment it almost touched the opponent, it slashed through the dancing robe and long hair of the black-haired knight.

The broken hair flew with the cut red robe, and Leon's body movement spun in perfect geometry. A sword light shot out from his backhand and hit the enemy's eyeball directly.

With his pupils slightly shrank, Count Arsen took a step back instantly, just a hair's breadth away from the sword coming from the right, dodging this miraculous sword with his absolute speed.

The counterattack failed, and Leon stepped forward to chase.

Realizing that the opponent still dared to attack, the knight angrily swung the blade and chopped at the opponent's head continuously.

Following the only hope of survival, the black-haired knight crouched down, leaned forward and pulled off the hilt of the sword.

Sizzle! Sparks flew everywhere.

With a well-timed cross-arm, and taking advantage of the pressure from the sword that hit his shoulder, he avoided the blow that he could not have avoided otherwise.

The handle turned and cut into the center line, and Leon was slashing down the blade of the sword that was longer than his opponent's weapon.

Hastily raising his arm to block the sharp blade, the knight turned around and kicked out.

Just as he touched the end of the force from Yasin's steel boots, Leon raised his sword to block it.

Bang!
The body, after the force was released, flew out with a bang and retreated a long distance before falling to the ground.

Leon half-knelt down with the help of the sword, but before he fell down, he opened his mouth and spurted out the blood in his chest that he could no longer hold back.

The mud was stained with scarlet.

But he raised his hand to wipe the blood from his mouth, and in the face of death, he showed a little bit of pride, as if trying to find joy in suffering.
The old count raised his left hand to touch the side of his face and looked down.
The overflowing blood dyed the gauntlet red.

A sword wound ran across Yasen's left eyebrow, deep into the brow bone, and onto the cheek.

It seemed that if it was a little deeper, it would blind his eyes.

Yasen looked up at the black-haired knight who was still standing up despite his serious injuries. If it weren't for the fact that his opponent's strength and speed were still average, Yasen would have thought he was fighting with a powerful warrior with extraordinary martial arts skills.

Is there such a sword technique in the world?

Unlike the halberd-wielding warrior who suddenly disappeared in the magical light, he knew that even with the blessing of Dosen's necklace, the young man in front of him was still far inferior to his own in terms of fighting power.

Although he was unable to do anything due to his abdominal injury, the other party was also seriously injured by him. It was a miracle that he could stand up.
Despite this, I was still hurt by this young man.

Yasen couldn't help but review the fight just now in his mind, wondering what mistake he had made.

No, every blow he made was intended to kill him.

But the other party miraculously seized the gap that he had not noticed.

The great knight glanced at the sword in his hand that was cut off by the halberd-wielding warrior, and did not want to complain about the disadvantage brought by the broken weapon. According to past experience, he could tear the young knight in front of him to pieces even with his bare hands.

But in reality, Yasen no longer thinks so.

Pulling off the torn battle robe that was buckled on his shoulder, Yasen turned sideways, holding the blade with his hand, and stepped forward.

"Great, after I kill you, I will keep the scar you gave me."

The dragon slayer clenched the end of the hilt with his five fingers, his old brows serious and solemn, looking at the young knight holding a long sword in the distance, truly regarding him as an opponent who needed to be taken seriously.

Sensing the opponent's sudden change in momentum, Leon clenched his sword and tried his best to observe the trajectory extending from the old knight's outline.

Countless lines converge in an overwhelming manner.

Leon was shocked to find that every inch and every foot was covered by the opponent's next slash.

Beheading, waist cutting, limb cutting, heart piercing.
There is nowhere to retreat, nowhere to hide, no way to see any gap, no hope at all.

It was like my own inevitable death.

It's like fate.

But Leon has never believed in fate, whether in his past or present life.

His dark eyes calmed down, he held the sword straight, and despite the pain in his body, he kept the blade pointed at Yasen: "I will not die, I will live."

"Then prove it with your sword." Count Arsen tested his opponent's determination with his actions.

The distance of more than ten steps only took a moment for the knight.

The densely packed virtual images of perception suddenly appeared before Leon's eyes, dividing him into countless paths of despair like a peacock spreading its tail.

The storm blew up the black-armored knight's long hair and red robe.

No longer seeking to escape in vain, since any action would lead to a dead end, the only option left was to move forward.

Pay the price and win!
Leon stepped forward calmly, thrusting his sword into the spiral that swallowed everything like he was ready to die.
The knights fought to the death, risking their lives, but there was no earth-shattering collision.

——The swords clashed and the metal shattered in the huge collision.

The dragon slayer's notched sword split the black steel armor.

The broken sword of thorns flew into the sky, then spun back into the ground.

A broken arm fell heavily.

Blood gushed out like a fountain from the broken part of his left arm.

The black-armored knight, exhausted, finally fell down.

There is no miracle, or the miracle has already happened.

In silence, he shook off the blood on his sword, tensed his muscles, and pulled out the half of the sword that was embedded in the left side of his neck.

".Still a little short."

Covering the bleeding wound on his neck, the old earl sighed in his heart.

I have indeed lost in this incredible swordsmanship, but unfortunately, this is not an arena for a martial arts competition.

He turned the hilt of the knife and held the broken blade upside down, just about to end this tortuous fight to the death, but his ears moved slightly and he heard the terrifying wind pressure being thrown at him.

Boom——!
A long-handled battle-axe fell to the ground.

Leaping into the woods on one side with a hair's breadth of chance, Count Arsen threw the broken sword in his hand in mid-air at the black-armored knight who had not yet been hit with the last blow.

The glowing battle axe suddenly flew up from the ground, and the axe blade blocked the black-armored knight with the broken arm, deflecting the attack.

A burly knight in silver armor jumped off his Pegasus and fell directly from the sky.

He landed with a loud bang, the lion hair behind the mask trembled slightly, Kailan stood up and waved, and the floating rune axe fell into his palm.

Baron of the Antlers, Great Knight Kailan.

Looking at his not-so-strange opponent from afar, Arsen frowned. He had lost all his weapons and suffered a serious abdominal injury. He could not fight a great knight with his bare hands in this state.

No wonder there was no movement in the sky. Without delay, the old count stomped on the ground and dived into the dense forest.

Watching the Peacock Knight retreating decisively without saying a word, Kailan turned his head to look at Leon who was unconscious on the ground.

Hard to believe.

This young man who was so immature half a year ago actually made Yasen so embarrassed. I wonder what kind of battle just happened here.
Without hesitation, Kailan did not chase the enemy. He leaned on his battle axe, bent down to remove Leon's broken arm armor, and treated his wounds urgently.

Going after Arsen now might give him the opportunity to get rid of a powerful enemy, but this outstanding knight would then be dead. Besides, Kailan didn't want to steal the other party's victory at the cost of his life.

After bandaging the wound tightly, Baron Kailan felt the ground rumbling and looked sideways.

A griffin covered in wounds staggered over, its wailing cries seeming to be searching for a familiar response in the forest.

Looking up, I saw the corpses of several manticores lying on the ground behind the path opened by the griffins.

The corpses and pools of blood formed a scarlet road, and the torn human knights were unrecognizable.

He knew it was Leon's war beast.

However, the beast, which was once so majestic, now had one of its wings hanging down in a twisted posture, arrows and spears stuck in its body, and it was covered in wounds and blood. It was in the same situation as its companions.
Soon discovering this place, the Death Claw slowly approached.

After slightly confirming that the human in front of it was not an enemy in terms of appearance and smell, it came to the side of its unconscious companion, lowering its head and chirping sadly.

"Don't worry, your master is not dead yet." Kailan carried Leon and stood up holding the battle axe.

But we have to bring this young man back as soon as possible, otherwise even if he is a strong warrior, he may not be able to withstand such injuries.

Turning his head to look at the severed hand beside him, Kailan picked it up as well.

Find Master Hilgard and freeze him quickly. Maybe the northern warlock's magic can be taken back.

Kailan only regretted that he was still a few minutes late despite his best efforts.

I hope those sorcerers have a way, otherwise it would be a pity for a warrior to lose an arm.

The dragon slayer of Kantadar was seriously wounded in the abdomen. If he could recover from this, I wonder what kind of military exploits he could accomplish in ten or twenty years.
(End of this chapter)