Tales of the Reincarnated Lord Chapter 39: The duel continues
Chapter 39. The duel continues
In the eyes of the audience, the Lorist on the platform at this moment can be described as extremely embarrassing. The bandage on the left shoulder was mostly red with red blood stains, and the bandage on the right rib not only became red, but even began to drip blood. The whole man was sweating, shaking, and his face was getting paler and paler. It seemed that with just a little more effort, he could be knocked to the ground, and he would give up his sword and admit defeat.
But Lorist is still standing on the ring with strong eyes. The right hand was hung up due to the injury of the right rib, and only occasionally used a little force when holding the sword with both hands. The left-handed sword is free to swing, grid, pick, stand, block, lead, roll, sweep, split, stab, entangle, point, hang, all kinds of Sword Art techniques are familiar and natural, it is not much worse than when holding the sword right.
In the face of the fierce and violent attacks of the opponent, Lorist is like a green pine that stands proudly in the storm, no matter how heavy the wind and rain can not make him bow his head, it is like a rocky reef on the seashore. How fierce the waves were, and the ending was still crushed, but he couldn't help it.
The opponent is panting, and the continuous rapid attack makes the Silver Peak's Swordsman also a little weak. He uses a two-handed sword, which has been hard to attack and not defend. Lorist has surprised him with his ability to defend his offensive with a sword on his left for ten minutes. Regardless of his colleague in the academy, or the opponents he encountered in foreign training, only a few can persist in his mad attack for so long. Besides, the Lorist he is facing is just a Black Iron Rank Swordsman.
"What are you doing? Idiot! Don't let him breathe back, guerrilla, go around the back of this bastard! He's bleeding! He can't hold on for a long time, don't stop attacking, and then we will win. Come on! "
The roar of Weston Dean from St. Thomas College was thunderous. The Dean Lord(s) could not sit still, stood up and yelled at the platform, regardless of his identity and the profile of others.
Today is the college duel day. It ’s the fifteenth college Correct Dawn Academy ’s deadly rival San Marso College. It ’s no wonder that Weston Dean is so dysfunctional and nervous, because the Correct 20th on the ring is now The last duel. The Silver Swordsman, already on the field is the only Silver Instructor that has not been defeated in the 20 Silver Instructor played by San Marso College. In the eyes of Weston Dean, the hope of defeating Dawn Academy and saving the failed fate of San Marso College lies in this Silver Instructor, and his opponent is the Lorist at the end of the crossbow.
Silver Instructor on the court obeyed Weston Dean's orders and began to circle around Lorist in order to find offensive opportunities. The Lorist is also simple to handle. The left foot moves slightly to support the right foot. The whole person always faces the opponent and does not let it go to his side.
"Attack! What else are you trying to do, then the **** already has no strength to fight back! Hurry up and attack, we can win immediately!" Weston Dean on the stand was gesticulating again.
"Kill!" Silver Instructor shouted loudly, and the body flew up.
"Hmm!" Lorist snorted coldly, without flinching. The left-hand sword was lightly pointed, and the Correct pointed to the weakness of the opponent's sword.
Silver Instructor variant. Lorist long sword hanging obliquely.
"Well, wow, wow ..." The two swords fought like iron, dense and crisp. After dozens of moves, Silver Swordsman retreats, the sword regained his breath, and Lorist's expression became more frustrated, his body swayed.
"Ha, offense, fast offense, he has no energy, he's finished, ha ha!" The Weston Dean on the stands is almost singing and dancing, dancing with excitement, flushed with excitement.
Silver Instructor swooped up again, the two-handed sword cut straight, and the sword opened and closed.
The Lorist block parry, the guard's water leaks, but the strength of the left-handed sword is getting weaker.
Silver Instructor rejoiced in the heart, and the upper jaw was hard, and the Lorist long sword was broken open, and the empty door was exposed.
Two-handed swords cut straight down. Lorist had no time to fight back.
"Win ..." Silver Instructor breathed a sigh of relief.
"Winning!" Weston Dean clenched his fists.
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Lorist took a step back ...
This is the last duel with San Masso College. It has been nearly fifteen minutes from the beginning. In these fifteen minutes, Lorist has been under the Silver Instructor storm-like attack. There is no counterattack, just defense, no defense, no move, and passive defense. As a result, all the people have forgotten that Lorist can be moved under the circumstances of fierce attack and strict defense. His opponent, the Silver Instructor, also forgot.
Lorist took a step back, rubbing his clothes with his two-handed sword and chopping it on the floor of the ring. The broken left-handed long sword drew a wonderful arc in the air, resting lightly on the neck of Silver Instructor.
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"Instructor Locke wins!" Charade announced loudly on the ring.
"咣 啷" Silver Instructor The two-handed sword fell to the ground, he reached out and covered his face, tears kept dripping, and he began to cry on the ring.
The disappointed cursing, sighing, and applause rang out from the stands, gradually merging, and finally ringing through the indoor training hall. This is the audience's tribute to Lorist. In the case of injuries, they can still maintain an undefeated tribute.
Weston Dean still clenched his hands and stood in the stands, from great joy to great sorrow, from heaven to hell. The rapid change made him unable to accept the facts in front of him. His eyes were red, his forehead was tensed and his face was bleak. Said to himself, "How can you step back, how can you step back ..."
Several Instructor Heshou ideals from the San Marso College persuaded and feared that they would be angered, so they could only stay side by side and watch stupidly.
The Silver Instructor on the ring also felt a little embarrassed to cry in public in this way, wiped his tears and walked down, not even holding the two-handed sword thrown on the ground. Who knows that after a few steps, I heard a mess behind me, but turned around and saw that Instructor Locke couldn't support it, and fell to the ground and passed out. Several Dawn Academy trainees were helping each other, shouting, and scrambling for a stretcher to be taken to the medical clinic.
This Silver Instructor can be exciting. If I do n’t listen to Dean, play a protracted battle with him ... If I do n’t attack so fast and eager to achieve success, just hold on for a while, then the winner ... In the meantime, the Silver Instructor feels aggrieved and extremely regretful, unable to control his emotions and kneels on the ring to cry ...
Lorist The coma was lifted off the platform by a stretcher, and it even stimulated the Weston Dean on the stand. It was almost, just a short while, and insisted that he would fall down without attacking! Weston Dean only feels condescending, and this breath can't be penetrated in the chest. In anger, Weston Dean suddenly grabbed a chair and "cracked" and smashed the surrounding chairs, scared the people nearby and ran far away, thinking he was crazy ...
Terman instructed the law enforcement team to keep the door closed and not allow outsiders to enter, and then entered the medical clinic. Sure enough, there was a chicken-like dog-like chaos inside, Lorist cursing Charade while pulling the bandage on his body, who called Charade made two pig urine bubbles in the morning and filled the chicken blood with the bandage, saying that after such intense exercise Wound bleeding looks more realistic and deceptive and more professional. Lorist did not take it seriously and agreed.
I do n’t know if the pig ’s urine bubble broke the chicken ’s blood and came out red. The bandage looked very realistic, but more chicken blood coagulated on the bandage to make the body itchy and itchy. Lorist was tolerable on the ring. Can't reach for it. When others saw Lorist's pale sweats on the ring, they thought he was suffering a relapse, and how could he know that it was all sweating from itching.
I managed to untie the bandage and grabbed an itch quickly. Then Lorist took a sigh of relief: "Itches me to death. I ca n’t think of this itch so unbearable. I just wanted my opponent to be on me on the ring. Here comes the sword where it itched. "
Terman picked up the linen towel in the hot water bucket, wrung out, and walked over while wiping the remaining blood clot on the Lorist, saying, "The bandage in the morning is too tight and impermeable, and the chicken blood is flowing out. In addition to the red bandage, the remaining coagulated inside, and the powder was rubbed against the skin. There was no itch in the pores of the skin, and you could endure the duel. "
"But your last duel was really wonderful. If I didn't know you weren't hurt, I would really think you wouldn't be able to hold on. Then how did you come back? Everyone I thought you lost, and whoever thinks you can take a step back and defeat. "
"Oh," Lorist laughed: "My last duel was dragged on for so long to give everyone the illusion that I can't move and can only stand in place to resist the parry, as if I left the position and lost immediately. It will not be the same as falling to the ground. No matter how fierce the opponent ’s attack is, I can only stand in place to pick up and cannot move, so after a long delay, everyone will not expect that I will suddenly move, and the winning opportunity will appear. Sword Art alone, the mind is also very important. The more critical, the more calm and sober the mind is. "
Terman thought for a while silently, he knew it was Lorist pointing himself, and said sincerely: "Thank you."
When Charade came in, everyone was crowded in the medical clinic and drinking Michael. This was sent by Dean Levins to Lorist in order to reward him for his outstanding performance in the duel with San Marso College in the morning, so that Dean Levins Very frowning. Then the reward was confiscated by Terman and others. In the principle of being blessed and enjoying the hardship, you can directly cook Michael in the treatment room of the medical center.
"Good news, good news ..." Charade was elated.
"What good news? Listen to it." Terman said.
“After the duel of Little Locke, did n’t you pretend to be taken out of the coma, so that it stimulated the people of San Marso College. The duel Silver Instructor collapsed, crying like a child on the ring. Wei Ston Dean went mad in the stands, lifted the chair and smashed, and finally vomited blood and fainted to the ground. He returned to the air after first aid. Dean Levins comforted the Weston Dean on the stretcher when he was sent to carriage , do n’t worry Your damaged bill will be sent to San Marso College. As a result, Weston Dean heard and vomited blood and passed out. Someone just said that Weston Dean had to rest in bed for at least six months to recover. This is not good news. What is it? "
"Cut, this is good news for the old fox above, and it has nothing to do with us." Terman said disdainfully.
Lorist said to Charade after drinking Michael in the cup, "I have been in the clinic for more than an hour, and it is time to take me back."
So everyone bandaged Lorist again, put him on a stretcher, and carried him through the college to the Gold Instructor residential area.
Charade said: "Dean Levins decides to stop tomorrow's external challenge day, so that skilled personnel will not believe that you are really injured. It also sent people to discuss with the remaining 12 colleges, can you postpone it for a while? College duels will be held again. Although those colleges will not agree to this request, the colleges must not do so. The dead old man must perform a full set of acting and must not show a little sloppiness.
Lorist closed his eyes while enjoying the stretch of the stretcher, and cursed: "One old and one fat, two foxes, the more deceiving, the more addictive they are."
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"The back of the head was unconscious and Instructor Locke won. The next challenger is ready to play." Charade announced loudly on the ring.
For some reason, the failed challenger focused on Lorist's long sword. All moves are directed at the long sword. It seems that the long sword of Lorist will not be cut off. Lorist intentionally exposed several flaws in his body and tried to seduce him. He had never seen it before, and his mind and the Lorist's long sword competed. So Lorist threw the long sword into the sky, and this guy looked up stupidly, and he was bullied by Lorist and then slapped in his head.
This is too aggrieved. Charade smiled, while directing the law enforcement team to lift the failed challenger down, while whispering to the nearby Lockrister, "The challenger who comes next is the Sandoz Hirda who worshipped under the door of Kalia Kingdom Tempest Sword Saint. Please be careful, the opponents in front of him have adopted the tactic of smashing on the ring, just to consume your physical strength. His sword is fast ... "
A young Aristocrat(s) over there went to the ring with a scabbard long sword and stood on the opposite side with a very graceful bow to Lorist. "Dear Instructor Locke, I never thought you could really stick to the ring It is really overjoyed that students can stand in front of the students when they come to power. Unfortunately, Instructor is injured, and it is really regrettable that it is not possible to fight against the students. "
Lorist raised the sword in Yang's hand, motioned to the opponent to stop talking nonsense, and attack quickly.
However, this young Aristocrat(s) still stood there and kept talking: "Instructor Locke, the students impressed each other three years ago. For more than three years, whenever I think of the lessons Instructor has given to students, the students turn around and night. No sleep. In order to repay Instructor's gratitude, students practice hard day and night, just thinking ... "
"Cough, cough, cough." Lorist could not help but finally coughed and interrupted each other's chattering: "I said that, um, what is Yi coming from? Yes, Iquita, you Just be prepared to stand there and use your puppet to attack me until I can't stand giving in automatically? "
"I told you that kid was Sandoz Hirda, and I said several times to make you careful that you still didn't take it to heart, even the name will be wrong." Charade cursed from the stage.
The young Aristocrat(s) named Sandoz Hirda turned red in a flash. It turned out that Instructor Locke didn't even look at itself, even its own name was wrong. However, he thought that he could put pressure on Lorist, and as a result, stood here like a fool.
"噌" Yi Erta pulled his sword out of the sheath: "Since then, the students are welcome."
The voice has not fallen, and Jianguang turns like a piercing mat, as fast as lightning.
Lorist's eyes fixed, his left sword spread out, and the sound of the "铮铮 铮" sword was endless. In a short moment, the sword in the hands of the two had hit each other more than ten times.
The speed of Yi Erta ’s sword is very fast, but he mostly uses stabbing and picking techniques. He rarely cuts and slashes. Although this speeds up the speed of the sword, it causes a lack of changes in the sword. More rigid. Under the dynamic vision of Lorist, no matter how fast the sword can't avoid its movement trajectory being noticed, Lorist easily took a wave of offensive.
Yi Erta has exhausted all his strengths, Jianmang hovering around Lorist, the stars are a bit cold, covering the figure of Lorist.
In the eyes of the audience in the stands, Lorist is like a boat in a stormy sea, and accidentally overwhelms people.
In the eyes of Ierta, Lorist is clearly at home, and his lightning-fast Sword Art does not pose any threat to it. Every time I see that I am about to hit, the Lorist always flickers, and the sword that I pierce is often the slightest, brushing the silhouette.
Yi Erta became more and more chilling. I thought that after three years of hard work to deal with Lorist, it would not matter, who thought that Lorist was more powerful than he thought. His eyes were cold, and it seemed to make that move, and Yerta's eyes showed a vicious look.
Yi Erta suddenly changed his moves, full of chops. Lorist blocks at will to see what tricks he has changed.
Erta's hand turned, and the sword was shot on the blade of Lorist's sword with the ridge of the sword. With the sound of "ding", Eerta's sword was broken with a handle.
Lorist froze, how could his sword suddenly break? Seeing Yi Erta still came straight with a hilt.
Why is he still rushing up without the sword? I have n’t waited for Lorist to understand what ’s going on. He suddenly heard the sound of “哧” and shot a blue blade from the sword's hilt and flew towards himself ...
This movement changed to the elbow and armpit, which was beyond everyone's expectations.
Lorist leans back very fast. In dynamic vision, the poisonous blade slowly grows in front of the eyes, taking a deep breath. Lorist lowered his head by more than an inch. The poisonous blade almost passed by his face. A stinky smell went straight to the nose.
"Bang" Lorist was so angry that he jumped and kicked Yita, who thought that the poison blade worked, was surprised, and his nose and mouth bleeding was unconscious. Then he called Charade to come up and insert the The poisonous blade was taken away.
Charade said: "Brother, your kick is too cruel, and Yerta's sternum has been broken by you. Even if it is cured, it is a waste, and you can't be practice(d) Battle Qi."
Lorist froze: "What about the next challenger? Come on up."
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