People in Terra, governing a weird little country

But if you ask who has more strong men, those who wield single weapons or those who wield dual weapons, Ernst can only answer: those who wield dual weapons are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, while those who wield single weapons are as numerous as the sands of the Yellow River.

The reason is very simple. Due to the physical limitations and attention limits of humans, it is impossible for both hands to be the main attack when dual wielding weapons. One hand must become a supporting hand.

This is actually not much different on the land of Terra.

Even a super Terran as strong as Tresis uses a one-handed longsword.

But the mace breaks this limitation. It is not that she can simply switch the main attacker at will, which many people can do after a certain amount of coordination training. The real strength of the mace is that each of her hands can be used as the main attacker.

Mainna's first move was defeated by the mace, an attack that was completely contrary to common sense.

The right hand sweeps horizontally, the left hand chops and smashes, both hands are the main attacks. If you look left, you will lose the right, and if you look right, you will lose the left. If you are greedy and want to take care of both, you will end up not being able to take care of both.

Based on his observation, Mainna determined that the sweeping force of the right hand of the mace was powerful and aimed at the vulnerable waist during the fight, so he raised his sword to defend directly. However, he did not expect the chop from the left hand to follow. If he had not reacted in time and immediately adjusted his body posture to support it with his harder ears and shoulders, the blow that could split the mountains and cut the peaks would probably have landed on his crown!

Mainna was not wearing any protective gear. Even if he was fully armed to the level of a Blood Knight, he might not be able to block the mace.

Weapons like mace have a built-in armor-piercing effect. Even through armor, it can smash the person to death.

That means the outcome has been decided.

But...is it really so?

"It's raining."

Mainna raised the sword in his hand and said these indifferent words, which made Jian feel a little inexplicably nervous.

This feeling...the last time she experienced it was when Kjerag faced Manfred.

Although she did seem to win in the end, Jian felt that the fight was not a pleasant one.

She couldn't get any pleasure from defeating a puppet that couldn't fight back and had no intention of fighting. A duel should bring a smile to people's faces. A fight like that was not fun (⊙︿⊙).

If possible, she wanted Manfred to let go and fight her with all his strength. But Manfred didn't belong to Kjerag at all. He quickly disappeared from Mace's sight with a mission. Mace was too embarrassed to go directly to Ernst and ask him to arrange this matter.

Firstly, Ernst was very busy at the time, as the World Expo was in full swing, and it would be a bit of a waste of time to go to him for such a ridiculous matter. Secondly, it would make her look like a war-crazed person.

In addition, because of the World Expo during that period, Kjerag even had fewer avalanches. The mace was really hungry and thirsty, and needed to be released!

This is why she agreed to Enchiodis's request to participate in the International Games - not only was she obeying orders, she also really wanted to fight.

Fighting is fun (p≧w≦q)!

Now, he felt a similar sense of urgency from Mainna for the first time in a long time, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

"Hush-huh-"

She took a deep breath and adjusted her state to perfection. The huge force almost embedded her fingers into the handle of the mace. These two weapons in her hands had now reached the same height as the greatsword.

Without any hesitation, the next moment after Mainna opened his mouth, Jian's figure disappeared again on the field, leaving only a black shadow, rushing towards the man who raised the sword at a speed that even the surrounding cameras could not react to.

The momentum of the attack is as strong as a wolf or a tiger!

Mauna's expression finally showed a slight change.

It was not panic, nor was it cowardice. He just closed his eyes, as if he had given up resistance.

But under his feet, specks of silver light flew out like raindrops and began to surround his feet. It was extremely counterintuitive. The raindrops were moving from bottom to top, retrograde upwards, as if tracing back to something, or as if resisting something.

It's raining.

This is not just a simple declaration, but the truest portrayal of the Manna Originium craftsmanship.

His friend... his former friend, had marveled more than once at the magnificence and contradiction of the Originium technique.

Silver light rose like raindrops, forming a series of light barriers around Mainna that looked like a rain curtain. If Fremont was here at this moment, he would definitely be able to discover that outside the visible silver rain curtain, there were more invisible rays of light that were as intricate as raindrops in the daytime, and had spread to every corner of the entire stadium.

Human eyes can only see the heavy rain falling in front of them, but everyone knows that the rain will not only fall in front of you, because the sky is so vast, if it rains in one place, then it must be raining heavily everywhere!

And what does it matter if people are very fast?

If a person walks by the river, his shoes will get wet eventually, let alone if he is in a rainstorm?

Mauna didn't need to open his eyes. The movements of the mace were already outlined by the light spots that were teased and obscured by the Originium Technique, just like the obscured rain. And all he needed to do was to draw his sword with enough speed and swing it in that direction!

Draw the sword and cut off the water!

By then, all the rain in the sky will merge into blades of light under the guidance of his sword, and its power will be unparalleled!

At this moment, the competition is no longer about whose attack is more powerful, but who is faster.

Either the mace can reach him at a speed that even if Mainna notices it, he will find it difficult to react, or Mainna can take the lead in following the trajectory indicated by the Originium technique and cut out the sword.

Victory or defeat depends on just a moment!

"Soon-"

The sound of breaking wind rang in his ears, and the next second, the mace, reflected by the light spots of the rain curtain, and eyes flashing red light appeared behind Mainna.

The two maces were raised high and then dropped together, with such force that they could move mountains and overwhelm the world.

At almost the same time, Mainna's magic had already captured the trace of the mace, and his turning was even a moment faster than the response of the spell!

The mace fell and the sword also chopped down!

After the unvoiced anger, everything finally returned to peace.

The two passed each other, and it was like a movie scene that was played out in reality without any special effects or editing. But this time, the calm Jian knelt on one knee, clenched his teeth, and couldn't stand up for a long time. Behind him, Maenna calmly put away his sword.

"Prejudgment?"

Jian supported the weapon with one hand and covered the wound that extended from the abdomen to the chest with the other hand, and his voice trembled slightly.

Mauna nodded slightly.

"How did you do it?"

"experience."

Maenna replied, speaking a few more words than usual, and looking at the mace with a little more patience and appreciation in her eyes.

"Your experience is in the arena, while my experience is on the battlefield."

"In the arena, attacks always come from the front, and surprise attacks from behind are not popular with the audience. On the battlefield, fatal arrows often come from behind."

As he spoke, a self-deprecating smile appeared on Mauna's face.

"Besides, the more times you are backstabbed, the more you will naturally be wary of what's behind you."

How many times have you been backstabbed and disgusted by the Supervisory Committee and the Chamber of Commerce to have developed the ability to have eyes behind your back?

The Black Knight smiled bitterly and shook his head.

She knew very well that there was probably some tough talk behind Mauna's words.

After all, according to what Enthiotis asked Ernst before the game, the intelligence about the game said so.

"Are you sure there isn't someone watching you from behind?"

Marna's body froze, her expression a little strange. When she saw the Black Knight raising his bloody hand and waving at Maria in the audience, Marna's expression finally couldn't be suppressed anymore.

He quickly walked in front of the mace and blocked the black knight's sight with his body. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he asked in a low voice:

"Who told you that?"

Mace tried to hold back a laugh that might tear at his wound, and betrayed a certain Snow Leopard who was also in the audience without any bottom line:

"Ernst."

"That guy!" Maenna smacked her lips and uttered a few rare curses, barely easing the embarrassment of having her true identity exposed.

He took a deep breath and stretched out his hand to the Black Knight:

"It's not an ugly loss."

The Black Knight curled his lips, chuckled, and shook hands with Marner:

"Not a bad win."

Chapter 401: Mauna Na: Bring your family along to enjoy the good life!

Casimir, afternoon, McCaswell Cafe, 10 Oak Street.

This was the place where Ernst and Mainna met for the first time, or to be more precise, the place where they met indirectly.

It was still the familiar small round table by the window, and still the familiar three people, but this time, Ernst stepped out from the behind-the-scenes operator in the headphones to the front of the stage and really appeared in front of Mainna for the first time.

Seeing this young man who has been on TV, newspapers, and many self-media countless times, Maenna was still amazed at his youth. Terra should not have such a young politician. How could the older generation who hold power allow the reformist youth to take away everything they are accustomed to and kick them off the altar?

Is there no old guard in Kjerag?

The news media rarely mentioned Kjerag's past. Maenna only knew that it was known as the place where the Terran faith was the purest, and the holy city of Lateran also enjoyed this reputation.

It had never made a sound on Terra before, so it must be a peaceful place. Mauna did not ask Ernst about his past without being polite. The process of seizing power was inevitably accompanied by bloodshed, which did not fit the theme of their gathering here today.

“It’s a nice day today.”

Maenna took a sip of coffee and announced the start of the conversation with the simplest yet most classic opening remarks.

Before Ernst could say anything, the next second, a black shadow suddenly fell from the rooftop across the street from the cafe, making a dull sound that made people think of something.

Soon after, a commotion inevitably broke out in the cafe. Many Casimirs who were watching the fun gathered at the door and muttered to the other side of the street:

"How many is this today?"

"The eighth one, right? The eighth one I saw. Tsk, it's been like rain these past few days."

"It's raining, isn't it? Once for the Blood Knight, once for the Black Knight, and when Marner says 'it's raining', half of Casimir says 'it's raining'."

"You're really humorous. I hope the man I like is as humorous as you."

"Hey, does this mean that you like..."

"hehe."

The woman who spoke gave a meaningful chuckle, turned around and walked straight off the street.

I guess I didn't pay for the coffee.

Ernst and Mainna turned their heads silently, not looking at the man being pulled by the bad woman and standing alone in the wind.

And Mainna obviously realized that saying the weather was really nice now was a bit of a joke from hell.

He even lowered the brim of his rare cap to avoid being recognized by others. At the same time, he wisely changed the subject:

"At least, you might like the customs and practices of Casimir."

Ernst was about to answer when there was a commotion on the road outside the window. Then, the city's law and order police drove by at high speed, along with an ambulance with emergency lights flashing. Doctors in white coats rushed out of the car, verifying the identity and loan of the person who "accidentally fell from the building" and contacting the insurance company. After confirmation, they quickly started first aid.

If you have insurance and a loan, even if you accidentally fall from a building, you can claim compensation and make money. But if you don't have insurance and a loan? That's suicide.

Judging from their busy backs, at least this "Mr. Who No Longer Looks Like a Human Being" did take good care of himself in the past and had a fairly high insurance premium.

Mainna's voice froze. He felt that he should not have spoken. Once he opened his mouth, it seemed as if the whole of Casimir was against him.

Ernst's mouth twitched. He tried to speak twice, but was interrupted both times. This time, he paused for a moment, and after making sure there were no other emergencies, he said with a helpless smile:

"The weather and people of Casimir are really impressive."

"Personally, I think that Kavaleriaki is far from being a representative of Casimir."

Maenna said something a little tough. But as soon as he finished speaking, he sighed in a very unconfident manner.

"It's all my own fault."

Those who set up casinos must not have a good death, and neither must gamblers. Only then can it be considered healthy.

Ernst nodded, he acknowledged this statement.

Since Maina's words sounded like a curse, Ernst simply took the initiative to start the conversation:

"We are old acquaintances to some extent. Why should we be so polite, Mr. Manna?"

"To be honest, I was quite surprised when I learned from Russell that you wanted to meet me. Do you mind if I borrowed a little of your 'reputation' last time?"

Seeing this, Xinteleya also lowered her head slightly. After all, Ernst had been involved with Maenna in the first place, no doubt, because of her.

To a certain extent, it was indeed a small calculation. Although it did not cause any losses to either party, it is possible that some people would care about these things.

In Kjerag, Hintleya often saw fellow villagers who had conflicts over the ownership of cubs because the camels on her ranch got together with the camels on their neighbors' ranches. In the end, they went all the way to the government gate. She was so good at handling such matters that she was almost an expert.

But Manna was obviously not that kind of person. He shook his head and answered calmly:

"Reputation is the most useless consumable thing for me. If I can exchange it for other things, I will not hesitate."

"Since Ernst thinks that I helped you and Miss Hinterea a little when we last met, I'll get straight to the point."