The dragon lady doesn't like the lord

bang——

There was a crisp sound when the wooden swords collided.

Joan of Arc was knocked back half a step by the inertia of the sword, and her hands were numb from the shock.

Her brows immediately knitted together, and she took two steps back, unable to help but exclaim;

"Mr. Ron, what a strong power."

This was the first time that Joan of Arc encountered someone who almost knocked the sword out of her hand during a swordsmanship competition.

In other words, the man in front of him was born with extraordinary strength.

"I may not be as good as you in swordsmanship, but I have brute strength."

Originally Ron's swordsmanship was very ordinary, but after obtaining two illustrated books, his swordsmanship improved a lot.

In addition, my reaction speed has increased, so I was able to block the sword so easily just now.

"Your swordsmanship is also impressive."

Jeanne's extraordinary strength and excellent swordsmanship caused her hands to tremble slightly.

The blood in her body began to boil. She hadn't encountered such a strong opponent for a long time.

The properties of the Holy Spirit's blood are very special. It will enhance Joan of Arc's strength in all aspects depending on her fighting spirit and state of mind.

Once Joan of Arc's condition reaches its peak and her holy blood is released, she can unleash a devastating blow.

However, Joan of Arc is currently unable to release the Holy Blood, because she has only recently discovered the secret of her blood.

"Whoo~"

Joan of Arc let out a breath, took a big step, and drew her blade forward.

There was no fear or panic in her eyes, only courage and tenacity.

bang bang bang-

She changed her fighting style and no longer confronted the opponent head-on, but chose to use a force-relieving method.

This way, your hands won't be hurt by the strong force.

Although Ron was stronger and had a faster reaction time, he had no advantage at all in the fight.

It was not until now that he truly felt the power of the future female swordsman before him.

Her strength lies not in her stats, but in her daily sword practice and her obsession with kendo.

Perhaps only with this spirit can Jeanne d'Arc become a sword saint in the future.

bang bang bang-

The battle became tense and no one could defeat anyone for a while.

The female receptionist standing by was stunned.

I thought it was just an ordinary exchange, but I didn't expect to witness a duel between two masters.

The fierce collision dazzled her.

These two people are so strong!

Lucia, who was sitting in the yard watching the show, was also shocked. She had always thought that Ron was just an ordinary lord and did not look very powerful.

I didn't expect the fight to be so fierce.

The more Lucia watched, the more obsessed she became. At some point, her tail began to sway slightly....

My lord is so strong!

Chapter 56: Joan of Arc's unfortunate childhood! Ron became a ray of light shining into her life!

In the sunshine, in the yard, two people were fighting with each other.

The competition lasted for a full twenty minutes, but the winner was still undecided.

You have to know that this is a high-intensity confrontation and any mistake will lead to defeat.

I didn't expect the two of them to persist for so long.

"Phew~ I lost."

In the end, Joan of Arc, unable to hold on any longer, chose to give in.

Because she knew that there was no point in continuing the discussion.

The man in front of him not only had extraordinary strength and quick reactions, but also had incredibly strong endurance.

After sparring for a full twenty minutes, he showed no signs of fatigue and did not look like he was unable to hold on.

When Joan of Arc saw this, she immediately realized that this man might have the same bloodline as herself.

There was another point that made her admit defeat. She only had one free morning and had to return to the military camp before noon, otherwise she would be severely punished.

"what do you want?"

Jeanne took out the bag from her waist and began to count her belongings;

"A long sword, 120 gold coins, a ruby...You can take any one of them."

This was all her belongings, and the gold coins were originally intended to be saved to buy the Holy Light Sword.

If it was taken away by the other party, she would have no choice but to accept her fate.

"What I thought of is not here."

Ron glanced at it casually and smiled.

"What do you mean?"

Joan of Arc heard something else in the other person's words.

Ron didn't waste any time and directly took off the other person's gray hood.

As the hat was taken off, Joan of Arc's bright green long hair fell down and fell on her chest.

Against the backdrop of sunlight, it shines like an emerald.

It was not until this moment that Joan of Arc's appearance was fully revealed.

She had delicate facial features, deep eyes, a straight nose, and soft and fair skin. Perhaps because she was frightened, her face gradually turned pale, she bit her pink lips, and her pair of emerald green pupils widened, revealing a panicked expression.

"What are you doing."

At this moment, Joan of Arc's face was pale and her lips were trembling. She no longer had the composure she had during the previous competition.

The reason for her loss of composure was the trauma left over from her childhood.

Joan of Arc was born into a broken family. Her mother returned to the village with a big belly.

No one knew who her father was, and after she was born, she grew extremely rare green hair.

You know, in the western region, everyone's hair is basically flaxen or dark brown. This incident caused an uproar in the village.

From that day on, Joan of Arc's mother, Jasmine, became the object of ridicule by the gossips in the village.

Not surprisingly, these words also reached the ears of their children.

The children followed suit and every time they saw Joan of Arc, they would call her a bastard and the product of their mother and a monster.

Joan of Arc was bullied almost every day during her childhood, and she gradually began to hate her green hair.

This made her, at a young age, start to wonder if she would be less disliked if she didn't have hair of this color.

But who knew that even after she shaved her head, the group of people would still spit out knives and torture her...

Joan of Arc had an unhappy childhood!

"When we were sparring just now, I noticed your hair."

Ron naturally knew what happened to Jeanne in her childhood. He grabbed a strand of her hair and said sincerely:

"You have such beautiful long green hair, why don't you show it?"

Shocked, stunned, and confused!

Joan of Arc had mixed feelings, including shame and helplessness at having her veil peeled off, as well as confusion at being praised.

This was the second person she heard say her hair was beautiful.

The first person was her mother whom she lost forever when she was eight years old.

"No, it doesn't look good."

Joan of Arc still hated her green hair. It would look weird if she didn't shave her head bald, so she wanted to shave it all off.

This is a pain that she will never be able to heal in her life.

"How can your long hair, as beautiful as emeralds in the sun, not look good?"

The corners of Ron's mouth gradually rose, and then he drew out his sword;

"Ms. Jeanne, may I take a lock of your hair as a reward for the victor?"

The reason why he did this was very simple, in order to leave a good impression in Joan of Arc's heart.

This way, even if she doesn't join me in the future, we won't have to fight against each other.

Of course, Ron still hopes to conquer this future female swordsman.

"You really only want a lock of my hair?"

Joan of Arc still couldn't believe it. You know, this green hair was her childhood nightmare and an indelible shadow.

Now there are people who give up gold coins and gems and choose their own hair.

"Of course. I hope that seeing this beautiful lock of hair will remind me of the enjoyable sparring session I had with you today."

Ron spoke sincerely and with a serious expression, just like a gentleman admiring a precious jade.

"All right..."

Joan of Arc bit her pink lips, and finally, as if she had made up her mind, she turned her face away and closed her eyes.

After she closed her eyes, those painful memories came flooding back like a tide, almost drowning her.