She Is Not a Witch Chapter 16: Final victory
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The winter sun gradually rose to the middle of the sky. After the snow melted, the black soil on the ground was still a little wet, and the final finals were being held in the center of the arena.
Tokolin wielded a long sword in both hands, and the icy blue sword light folds a few afterimages in the air, slashing towards the opponent, and Roque, who can't dodge, can only use his two swords to fight and hold it.
The heavy force was transmitted from the sword body to the wrist, and the sword and the front intersection made a slight spark and piercing rubbing sound. Tokolin did not accept the sword, but continued to press forward. Strength is his strength.
The slanted blade is only 2 inches away from Rock’s forehead. Holding two swords is not as powerful as one. As Tokolin advances, Rock can only retreat step by step.
It can't do this anymore. Roque turned around, took the sword in his hand to the right, and took advantage of this to retract a sword and slash it toward the opponent's wrist.
Seeing this, Tokolin still did not retract the sword to dodge, but drew the sword diagonally upwards from the bottom right, in exchange for injury.
Rock rolled to the left flexibly, the sword in his hand could only make a shallow wound on the opponent's wrist, and blood began to flow down the wound, dyeing the cloth entwined on the hilt. Seeing Rock roll to the side, Tokolin was not in love with the fight, but pulled away and waited again. Rock is agile, and fighting him close is not a wise choice.
He waved the long sword in his hand again and held it high in the air. The ice-blue brilliance of the sword was flowing, and a cold wind waved towards Rock with the long sword, making Rock feel that his blood was frozen. His body stiffened, and before he could use his magic power to touch this negative effect, Toklin rushed over again.
Clang——
A sword flew directly into the sky with the sound of the impact. Rock reached out and pulled out the dagger from his boots, and rushed directly into Toklin’s arms. The dagger shone with magical cold light, although there was no open front. , But it is still not small.
Tokolin stomped heavily on the ground, and sharp ice thorns protruded from the ground and penetrated Rock’s shoes. The ice thorns shattered, but many of them also pierced into the feet, a biting cold and Pain came from a young age, causing his speed to stop, and Tokolin opened the distance again, and the sword light swept across.
Fuck, doesn't this guy have any weaknesses. Roque turned around, picked up the rapier that fell on the ground, swung the two swords crosswise, and rushed up again.
Due to the injury of his foot, Roque lost his previous agility and could not fight for a long time. He could only fight quickly. The bright red magic power began to spread across the sword, blood vessels bloomed in his body, and white steam rose in the winter. .
The crimson sword shadow quickly fought against the ice-blue opponent in the air, sparks overflowed, and ice chips shattered from time to time, and then melted again. Along with the violent collision, the thin rapier began to appear cracks, and finally broke into fragments with a bang. Rock clenched the remaining sword and continued to fold, swinging.
Tokolin raised the sword body, the icy blue brilliance flowed, the cold wind rolled back, generating bursts of suction, so that Roque's figure was slowed down, and then he slammed down.
This was actually the same trick. Roque was surprised, and he didn't have time to think about it. It was the same as the last Isaiah duel. After quickly approaching, the rapier shattered among the sparks, and then a dagger lay across Tokorin. On his collar, a slight blood stain appeared on the opponent's neck, and traces of blood began to stay along the neck.
"Rock wins, the final is over!"
The referee hurriedly called to a halt when he saw it, and then sent someone to rescue Toklin. After all, he was once the son of the Viscount and a genius, so he couldn't die here at will.
There was a silence for a while, and then Toklin slowly put down his sword, and stared at Rock with scorching eyes, as if he wanted to remember this opponent.
Sorry, I took advantage of it, but I won’t admit defeat and give up my qualifications. Roque thought to himself in his heart, and then stared at each other without evasiveness.
Ike City’s college competition was finally staged very wonderfully in the final finals. After the competition was over, Rock noticed the enthusiastic cheers of the audience. Some audiences were so addicted to it, it was a worthwhile trip.
"Rock!"
"Rock!"
"Rock!"
"Rock!"
A group of students gathered around. They lifted the star of tomorrow and threw it high, surrounded by cheers and celebrations. Although Rock usually doesn’t care about the opinions of people around him, the taste of victory is still It was so delicious that it made his heart relax, like a long-depressed dark cloud, being pushed aside, seeing the beautiful sun and the future.
Emenas, the name of glory and heroism, the yearning of countless people, will open the door to him today.
In stark contrast to the enthusiastic cheers next to him is another silent teenager. Tokolin covered the wound on his wrist, walked slowly into the dark passage, and quietly left the lively venue that had nothing to do with him.
A dilapidated carriage was parked outside. The decorations on it had faded and many of them were still mottled off. Toklin boarded the carriage and said nothing.
"Does the young master's wrist matter?" the old coachman asked with concern.
"Well, it's okay, let's go, Uncle Fitch."
"Okay." The old coachman stopped asking when he saw it. He knew his young master's temperament. Since the master's death, he has become more and more indifferent and stubborn.
I failed this time, but I'm still young, I will definitely come again next year, wait, Rock, I will beat you again, just like I have been countless times. This time it was just your luck. Tokolin looked at the arena ~IndoMTL.com~ outside the car window until it slowly disappeared from view.
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The mountain behind Burris’s home, in the training woods.
"So, this is the reason you are looking for me to practice with me this month?"
Rock has bandages on his feet. Although he can't see it in his shoes, he still has pain from time to time.
"Yes, I used to learn from the master of the Windsword Faction with Tokorin. He learned this trick very quickly and liked it very much. There is no reason not to use it in battle. I just ask you to advance That’s all you are familiar with."
Isaiah answered naturally.
"But it's not fair." Rock replied.
"Fairness, what is fairness? There has never been a perfect fairness, Rock." Isaiah replied in a rare, serious tone.
"Your father is the captain of the guards. You can get in touch with swords since you were young. You don't have to worry about food and clothing, and you are well-nourished. You have a teacher to take you when you start, and you have plenty of practice time."
"But the children from poor families do not have such conditions. Many of them have never touched real swords in their entire lives. Not only do they have no teacher to teach them, but they also have to help the family to work, and there is no time to practice."
"It is not fair if you win them. Why do you qualify? What kind of results do you have to pursue to be truly fair."
"I admit that the talent is not as good as you, but I have a good sister and a better birth. I don't reject these, but will make good use of the existing conditions."
"I don't think that simple hard work has made me. There are more complicated reasons for this, but should I be ashamed, no."
"I will live well, and I will work hard to make the people around me live better. I want to be a hero and shine on everyone around me."
"Rather than entangle your narrow fairness."