Knight and Wand

Chapter 247: Sword of Hydra

The numerous possibilities he saw added to the burden on Leon's consciousness.

It's not like he hadn't experienced Olivia's all-out sword skills before.

But what he saw now was more and deeper than before. The more he perceived it, the more he could deeply appreciate the difference in swordsmanship between them.

As the saying goes, the more ignorant you are, the happier you are. The more you know and see, the more desperate you are.
Leon narrowed his eyes, and finally shook off the frustration of not having any chance of winning.

After all, this wasn't a fight to the death with the enemy, and the contest with Olivia in martial arts skills wouldn't endanger his life.

Moreover, even in the face of Valenci Arsene's murderous intent, he did not fall into despair.

Thinking about this, Leon couldn't help but try to recall his state of mind when he was in desperate situation.

Oneself to the end
How did he manage to swing that final sword strike under almost impossible circumstances?
You know, if the opponent was not a strong knight with a huge gap in physical fitness, he would have almost won even if he was seriously injured and lost an arm.

Leon had a slight headache and frowned, but he couldn't find the feeling of the fatal sword strike at that time.

Is it because the current fight is just a superficial practice and is not stressful enough?

Olivia wouldn't even hurt herself, let alone kill herself.

This unparalleled sense of security made Leon unable to find the pressure and fear of that day.

Feeling the phantom outline extending from Olivia's sword stand, Leon could not see as clearly as he did that day.

Many premonitions vanish halfway through, and trying to rebuild them only adds to the mental fatigue.

Slightly lengthening his breathing rhythm, Leon felt that it was not an illusion. The circulation of magic energy in his body was accelerating and rushing to his brain.

This was a level of energy consumption he had never experienced when he discovered his abilities on the hospital bed.

Calming down, Leon saw Olivia standing quietly opposite him, without any movement, still waiting for him patiently.

It's nice to have a sword master wife who considerately teaches you moves.

He sighed silently, and then temporarily gave up trying to explore the fatal sword that day.

Leon had already realized that the sword strike that was beyond the limits of his skills could not be replicated at the moment.

But apart from that sword, he did gain other things.

Leon began to replay the inevitable death spiral in his memory.

He would never forget the Peacock Knight's final blow.

He loosened his left hand that was holding the end of the hilt, and lifted the weapon diagonally with one hand, trying to imitate Arsen's posture, and began to adjust his body and find the position of the stance.

This is not just a form.

Because on that day, he clearly saw the ever-changing movements of Count Arsen's sword, and the memory was deeply engraved in his mind.

Every possibility.
Every blade's path
Every step of the feet
Every change in the force of the body
With his left hand's fingers lightly supporting one side of the sword blade, Leon clumsily imitated the starting move of the Peacock Knight's swordsmanship.

Olivia frowned almost instantly.

She caught a glimpse of the beauty and danger hidden in Leon's posture.

Sharp outlines, one after another, stretched out from the lovers' bodies like a peacock spreading its tail, then turned and spiraled.
However, this extraordinary trajectory, which was caught in a glimpse, only extended for less than half a second before it lost all order, became messy and hasty, and the terrifying threat that it should have had immediately disappeared.

The girl was a little expectant, but she didn't urge or disturb him. She continued to maintain her posture and let Leon explore and test him.

Leon was a little discouraged. He stood up, put down the sword, seemed to have given up his original plan, and began to think on the spot.

It still doesn't work. I can't reproduce Arsene's swordsmanship at all.

Without years of training and accumulation, it would be a pipe dream for him to imitate the great knight's profound skills.

What's more, many of the changes require strength far beyond his current physical capabilities.

Most of the variations of the Peacock Knight's sword need to be carried out at the very end of the attack, and the application of skills and strength needs to be perfected to the extreme.

This was also the reason why he had no way to dodge at that time. Even if he could see the trajectory, when he faced the final real force of the knife, it would be the time of his death.
Well, if we can't make a complete version, can we use the ideas in it and simplify some moves to achieve similar effects?

Practicing on the spot, Leon gradually eliminated from his memory the attack variations and trajectories that he could not complete.

After a long time, when he raised his sword and bent his body seriously again, he had a unique idea in his mind.

He knew in the past that the girl possessed a gift of perception that was stronger than that of ordinary people, which was how she could rely on her mind to comprehend extraordinary swordsmanship over and over again.

That talent might be no less than his current miraculous abilities.

The gap in their skill levels was so huge, and she was clearly watching every step of the attack.

In this case, the Peacock Knight's swordsmanship principle that makes it impossible for the enemy to dodge can be used to deal with Olivia, which is undoubtedly a more effective idea for me.

After adjusting his breathing to the best state, Leon pointed the tip of his sword at the girl.

The countless gorgeous and terrifying peacock screens were simplified into nine simple basic sword paths.

Unable to unfold all the changes in the blink of an eye at the end, he instead constructed a continuous geometric sword momentum for each move, stretching the starting trajectory between the middle and the end to reduce the difficulty of performing. Through the footwork of the Olivia School, the final coverage area is locked in a triangular area around the target. If combined with the cat spin, how should it be planned in a chaotic battle?

Leon put aside his sudden flash of inspiration for the time being so that he could study it slowly with Olivia later.

But right now, his only target was Olivia who was standing quietly in front of him.

The steel boots stepped on the ground with a loud bang.

Leon's figure came like a whirlwind.

One way, two ways, three ways.
——Nine in total!
Olivia's eyes lit up, and as a warrior her blood couldn't help but get excited.

The nine sharp edges that I saw in my heart seemed to bloom from Leon's running traces.

No matter whether she moves left, right, up or backward, unless she can go underground, if she chooses to avoid the attack at this moment, she will definitely be a beat slower in the contest of techniques.

Relying on physical strength to speed up will obviously lose the original intention of this technical competition.

But according to the original solution, she would undoubtedly be hit by the sword. Faced with this new and wonderful swordsmanship, the girl's golden pupils disappeared, and a pair of green eyes sparkled.

Less than a breath transformation gap.

The girl entered into a state of concentrated thinking for the first time in a sword fight since she was eleven years old.

Raise your hands and lift the hidden sword at your waist to your shoulders.

Olivia moved——

Before they came into contact, the swords of the two had already intertwined in their consciousness.

——clang!!
In the arena, all you can hear is the crisp sound of metal
That night, in the main castle.

Despite his exhaustion, Leon finally finished writing down the key points of the newly-learned moves on the latest manuscript page of "Olivia School: Martial Arts Outline".

As he scanned the thick manuscript, he felt a special sense of accomplishment.

This is the only martial arts skill that I have created completely by myself so far.

"Well, but what should this move be called?"

After writing the principles and summary, Leon looked at the still empty title and felt troubled.

Just naming Olivia's moves would burn a lot of his brain cells, and he was almost using up all the names of the sword techniques he had brought over from his previous life.

"Olivia, give me some advice." Leon turned around and looked at the girl who had gone into bed early.

The girl, with a flushed face, wrapped herself in the quilt tightly, like a big "caterpillar", hiding the clothes that made her so shy that she almost fainted.

".Ah? What?" Olivia, with only her head showing, looked over in panic.

She regretted foolishly agreeing to Leon's request for encouragement during the day.

I really don't know where this guy found these shameful clothes and when he hid them in the room. I'm afraid he had planned this for a long time.

Leon had no choice but to smile and repeat the question.

"Just call me" The girl frowned and thought hard.

"Since there are nine random attacks in total, how about calling it 'Nine Swords of Leon'?" Olivia remembered another bedtime adventure story the other party had told her before.

Leon was stunned. He didn't expect that the girl, who was always bad at naming, could actually give a good name.

This gave him more inspiration.

The Nine Swords of Leon sounds nice, but it is only one round of sword moves after all, not the nine sets of sword styles of Hero Dugu.

After careful consideration, following this line of thought, the ancient name "Nine-headed Dragon Flash" popped into Leon's mind.

"Let's call it 'Sword of Hydra'."

"Hydra? What is that?"

"It's a legendary nine-headed snake. If you cut off one head, two will grow back. I'll tell you its story later. Well, maybe I can continue to explore more variations of this trick. This name is just right." Leon explained.

I don’t know if there is a monster like Hydra in this world, but he thinks this name is very appropriate.

He put away his pen and ink, stretched himself, turned around and walked to the bedside with a malicious smile on his face.

The Golden Lion Knight of Avalon lost his majestic appearance, huddled into bed, and begged quietly.

".Can you please blow out the candle?"

"How can that be? Master Leon has been looking forward to this day for a long time. Be good, let me see~!"

"~Woo."

(End of this chapter)