Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 193: It
Chapter 689 it
In the dark tunnel, Lausanne II narrowly blocked the opponent's dangerous sword.
Without hesitation, he bent his knees and stepped forward, rushing into the blinding white smoke, taking advantage of the trend to counterattack!
For so many years, the movements and steps in this set of Legion Ten Forms have already become his instinct, and he has melted his soul through thousands of tempers, without observation or thinking.
Until his sword was suddenly blocked!
"Clang!"
Among the piercing metallic sound, the enemy firmly grasped his blade:
"That's too casual, squire."
Listening to the other party's words, Lausanne II's eyes moved.
"If you want to be a knight, be more serious!"
I saw Knight Joaquin appearing from the scattered white smoke, with a stern tone, he twisted his long sword, full of strength!
"Shuh!"
With the sound of blades rubbing against each other, the two separated again.
Lausanne II stepped back three steps in a row to stabilize his figure.
But he didn't fight back immediately, but stared at his sword with wandering eyes.
I want to be a knight...
Become a knight...
Knight...
【Remember, attendant! Knight is not just a name, it represents a period of history, a culture, a group of people, the same spirit, and a belief... and the way of the knight is a road of sublimation that is worth spending your whole life to understand and practice! 】
Lausang's expression remained unchanged, but he clenched the hilt of his sword tightly.
Pale white smoke rose up and filled his body, mysterious and ominous.
In front of him, Knight Joaquin looked calm and unhurried, as if this was just a daily training session.
Luosang was silent for a few seconds, then raised his head slightly, and looked at the person in front of him:
"Such an orthodox legion ten style... you, is it really you?"
Jajin paused when he heard the words, then put down the blade and smiled slightly:
"I know, servant, you must be very confused at this moment."
Confused?
Lausanne II trembled.
【I know, attendant, you are very confused at the moment: in this world, the title of knight is getting cheaper and cheaper. Whether it is the knights conferred by the major families or even the knights conferred by the royal family, they seem to have become utilitarian. The rank of promotion, as long as a man can wield a sword and afford money... But the corresponding tests, trials and honing are getting less and less, and the threshold for becoming a knight is getting lower and lower... So why, why Do we still have to stick to this conservative and backward chivalry and this creed that has long been scoffed at? 】
But how is this possible?
"You, how could you come back from the dead?"
Lausanne spoke softly. He looked at the brightly dressed and well-equipped Joaquin knight, Master Joaquin, trying to find the word:
"Still so young?"
Just as I remembered.
But in the next instant, Joaquin's sword pierced the white smoke, and went straight to his throat in the howling wind of the sword!
"Clang!"
Lausanne II reacted very quickly, turned sideways, and parried the enemy's sword to the other side, but Joaquin's strength remained unabated, and the whole body rushed towards him!
Boom!
There was a muffled sound, and the positions of the two changed instantly:
They stood side by side, shoulders touching, facing the same direction, with two long swords twisted in front of them, trembling from time to time in the fierce wrestling.
Lausanne II firmly stepped on the outer ground, his expression tensed, and he resisted with all his strength.
Just like they've done a thousand times on the training ground.
"No, my student, my attendant, you are off topic."
In the strange white smoke, Joaquin sneered and looked at Lausanne beside him:
"You are confused, it shouldn't be my age, it shouldn't be this superficial appearance."
Frowning, Lausanne looked at Joaquin's sword—that simple but sharp knight's sword that was said to have served Eddie II at his side until the latter ascended the throne.
As always.
"What you should be wondering is: Attendant, why are you still unable to defeat me?"
Can't beat him?
A victory over Joaquin?
Lausang's eyes sharpened.
The next second, he felt his hands and sides were all empty, and then he heard the howling of the sword wind!
It's worse.
Luo Sang didn't have time to think, every muscle, joint and organ in his body was running rapidly, and he made the most reasonable reaction in an instant, making him turn around and raise his arms, stand up with his sword, and meet the raging wind and waves!
"Ding! Ding! Ding!"
The metal clashed, and there was a series of sharp noises, so ear-piercing that even the stagnant water on the ground was shaken to ripples.
This time, Lausanne let go of himself. He was no longer obsessed with the ten styles of the Legion, but used all the martial arts moves he had seen, heard, learned and practiced over the years - Meteor Strike, Smiling Sword Style, Terror Kill, Bright Candle Eight Slashes, Earth Breaking Dragon, Glacier Axe, Inch Strike, Sea of Fire and Blast, Oracle Enlightenment Style, Silent Cicada Sword...even the two incomplete but unspeakable fairy sword dances, all of which can be performed at your fingertips!
To welcome the review of the old teachers.
"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding—"
The sound of metal clashing was endless, and the entire tunnel was billowing with white smoke, flickering brightly and dimly from the flames struck by sword blades.
The shadows of the two people spread out in the smoke. They are long and short, big and small, reflecting incoherent and illusory silhouettes like a revolving lantern, changing and inexplicable.
Finally, the two beams of light and shadow separated again after more than ten consecutive strikes, and the tunnel returned to silence.
The white smoke faded away, revealing two people standing opposite each other:
Lausang is short and has a horizontal sword, ready to fight.
Joaquin stood where he was, taking his time.
"Unbelievable, impressive."
A few seconds later, Joaquin Knight nodded in satisfaction:
"In addition to the three different styles of imperial swordsmanship, you also used the martial arts of the temple side: the storm of the Tower of Terminator, the rose, and the sin, no less than the styles of the three veins. Even desert mercenaries The insidious moves of the people, the unique grassland martial arts, the desperate moves of the people in the north, the short-armed skills of the thorny land, the spinning combo of the flame sea people, the induction style of the temple knights, and a set of preemptive Far East swordsmanship, Oh, and even the ancient sword dance of the elves?"
Joaquin Knight's tone was full of appreciation and approval, as if in memory.
But Luosang heard it in his ears, and felt more and more depressed in his heart.
"It seems that you have listened to my teachings, attendant: learn from various schools of thought, learn from each other, and learn from each other to become a master."
The young and vigorous Joaquin seemed to see through his thoughts, and the knight smiled slightly:
"But that still doesn't answer the question: why?"
Lausanne II stared.
I saw Joaquin narrowing his eyes:
"Why are you still... unable to beat me?"
Can't beat him?
A few seconds later, Luosang frowned: several gaps had already appeared on his own blade.
What?
He looked at Joaquin's sword: it was intact, as sharp as ever.
Lausang's heart tightened.
He lost the round just now.
As always.
Even over the years, I have, already...
Thinking of this, Lausanne II lowered his head, staring at the sewage under his feet, his eyes were empty.
Why?
"Why?"
Cavalier Joaquin let out a long sigh and said what was in his heart:
"Even though so many years have passed, even if everything has changed for a long time? Even if you have found a more powerful force, you have been reborn, and you are not what you used to be? Even if my swordsmanship concept has been outdated for a long time, and my body is getting old , the ability is not advancing?"
"Why, attendant," Joaquin sighed, "Am I, as a teacher, still too powerful for you?"
But before he finished speaking, Lausanne II suddenly appeared!
"It's too late," the sword wind rustled, and Luosang roared angrily and took the initiative to move, "Old guy!"
"Clang!"
Joaquin blocked Lausanne's attack with a sword, looking so relaxed and freehand.
Lausanne II looked at him incredulously, looking at the sword that he was firmly blocked and unable to penetrate an inch.
"No, of course it's not because I'm strong. As you said, I'm already an old guy who has been buried..."
Joaquin shook his head slightly, pushing Lausanne away:
"It's not because you are inferior to others and can't defeat the teacher."
The next second, Lausanne II's offensive resumed, and the sword edge flickered like a phantom, setting off a huge wind and waves, and went straight to Joaquin.
However, he was horrified to find that no matter how he changed his moves, searched for flaws, and used ultimate moves, he was always defeated at a critical moment, or was blocked, or was dodged, and returned without success.
"But because of me, my dear student and attendant, I will always be the teacher you cannot overcome in training, and always the one who guides you in teaching."
During the fierce battle, Knight Joaquin still managed to make a sound. His voice overwhelmed the sword strike, penetrated the wind of the sword, and rang in Luosang's ears very clearly:
"Because I must be—as a teacher, I must always know a little more than you, know a little more, and hide more tricks from knowledge to experience, from ability to consideration."
The more Luosang listened, the more irritable he became, but his attack still couldn't work.
"Because the thing 'teacher', from the moment it is given this label, it cannot be 'conquered'."
Joaquin's voice is neither slow nor urgent, as if he is telling a story:
"Because the 'teacher' is born in a high position, condescending to guide and teach, and as a student, as a learner, as an imitator, as a submissive, you are naturally deprived of even the right to challenge and question .”
He cleverly and perfectly grasped a tiny flaw in Luosang's sword, and blocked a killer move:
"This is one of the cornerstones of how the world works: 'teacher' will never and cannot, let alone be allowed to be placed in the category of 'adversary' or 'enemy'."
Joaquin raised the corner of his mouth:
"So, my students: Be humble when facing the 'teacher'."
Lausanne shocked!
【Be careful, if you are not humble enough, if you are not upright and loyal, if you are not brave and fearless, if you don’t disdain self-sacrifice, if you dare not resist the strong and help the weak... If you no longer believe in these creeds, let them rot and stink in your heart, become you Things that are praised on the lips, but scorned in private... Be careful, when such things happen, often even the knight himself doesn't know...]
In the next second, Luosang only felt that the sword was empty, and there was no effort!
"Clang!"
He subconsciously returned his sword to defend, narrowly blocked Joaquin's counterattack, and rolled away in embarrassment.
Joaquin did not pursue, but just waited quietly for him.
[In the final analysis, my servant, whether you are a momentary glory or a lifetime of despair, whether you are invincible in the world or repeatedly defeated, whether you are a person admired by thousands of people or a person condemned by thousands of people, when that moment comes, only you , only your heart knows whether you are worthy of the name of knight or not. 】
No!
Lausang let out a roar in his heart, kneeling on one knee, he struggled to get up from the ground, causing the surrounding white smoke to recede.
"I've already surpassed you, old man!"
Lausanne II spoke coldly, full of murderous intent:
"Question, challenge, surpass, as you teach - your students, surpass you."
But Joaquin laughed.
"Do you really believe it? This nonsense?"
Knight Joaquin shook his head with a click of his tongue, his eyes brightened:
"The fact is, attendant, you have never, and it is impossible to take the initiative to surpass me, but I, I'allowed' you to surpass me."
Lausan's expression changed.
What?
Joaquin pulled a sword flower very quickly, as light and skilled as ever.
"That's right, 'teacher', especially the qualifications of 'teacher', the existence and essence of 'teacher' in this world, will never and cannot be questioned, challenged and surpassed - unless I, unless the teacher' Allow' you, 'bless' you, 'encourage' you to do so!"
Frowning, Luosang slowly raised his sword.
Not true.
"Only in this way, only when I, when the 'teacher' allows you to challenge it, grants you to question it, encourages you to surpass it..."
Jajin's voice turned cold, just like his gradually grim expression:
"...you are allowed to use 'it' as an adversary and enemy in those few hours, to achieve conditional challenge, doubt and transcendence, to deceive yourself: 'It is the student's duty to question the teacher ', 'Disciples don't have to be inferior to teachers', 'Teachers expect to teach students who surpass themselves'..."
As soon as Joaquin finished speaking, he moved his body and started to attack again!
"Clang!"
Lausanne's reaction was extremely fast. Being experienced, he could see the opponent's strengths and weaknesses at a glance, so he took advantage of the situation and raised his sword to block the blow.
But...
"But why would it do that?"
Knight Joaquin looked horrifying. He exerted force on his sword, pushing Lausanne back:
"Why, why does the 'teacher' allow students to challenge themselves, question themselves, and surpass themselves? Why allow students to damage their authority and status?"
Lausanne II clenched his teeth, feeling inexplicable pain.
"No, on the contrary! 'It' does this to strengthen its authority and maintain its status! The destination often has to find another way to reach it, and the target is often captured by means that seem to be abandoned, and the bait is given , often in order to finally tie down the prey!"
Joaquin roared angrily, and the legion's tenth style took advantage of the situation!
It is a triumphant blow.
"Clang!"
Lausang tried his best to block this ultimate ultimate move-compared with decades ago, not only did the opponent's sword move not fade in the slightest, it was even more difficult to deal with than in memory.
Knight Joaquin kicked, but Lausanne II couldn't resist, and fell backward with a muffled grunt.
"Because this 'challenge' arena, this 'questioning' stage, is bestowed upon you by the 'teacher' out of mercy! Only when you stand on the arena and on the stage, follow its rules and permission, 'challenge' Only after you have met the teacher, 'questioned' the teacher, and 'beyond' the teacher, can it be justified and lead you as it should be!"
No.
Why?
“…to induce you to be logical, lower your eyebrows, and even say those words to 'it' with gratitude: 'Even so, you will always be my teacher', 'All I can do is a teacher taught', 'I am carrying the teacher's expectations, blue out of blue'..."
In anger, shame and pain, Lausanne II struggled to get up from the sewage, and subconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword, but Joaquin Knight's words sounded clearly in his ears like an irresistible magic voice:
"It's like a great knight who could have made great achievements, but was willing to bow his head to die for the selfish and weak master, so he was praised for his loyalty! Yin wears a shackle, so get a reward!"
Losang closed his eyes in pain.
The wind howled.
"Clang!"
Losang raised his long sword subconsciously, barely blocking Joaquin's slash!
Knight Joaquin leaned forward, leaned close to Lausanne, and said softly: "Even if you have truly surpassed the teacher, surpassed 'it'."
"You, my servant, do you understand?"
It was extremely quiet in the tunnel.
The surrounding white smoke is getting thicker and thicker.
The next second, Luosang suddenly raised his head, his eyes were like fire!
He stared at Joaquin in front of him, gritted his teeth, and said every word, with hatred and anger that he couldn't feel:
"You, no, yes, he."
Joaquin's soft smile faded away.
"You still don't get it, do you," the knight shook his head, his face full of regret, "you think, 'Oh, look, haven't I surpassed Joaquin, surpassed the teacher'?"
Before Lausanne II could answer, Joaquin's sword suddenly retreated, and immediately struck again like a whirlwind!
"Ding! Dang!"
Lausan swung his sword with all his strength, moved continuously, and made every choice and every movement of himself perfect, so as to resist the enemy in front of him—he was in his prime, with a strong physique, but with perfect swordsmanship experience, he was almost invincible. Master Handro Joaquin.
"Because it's just an illusion!"
Jajin roared angrily, swiped his long sword, and the ten moves of the attacking legion bloomed in his hands. Every move carried the war capital of gold and iron horses. Well written.
But Lausanne can only deal with it passively, struggling to support it.
Not him.
He is not him.
It, not him!
"That is, it is tempting you to surpass 'it' in 'its way'! Because as long as you do this, you will never be able to challenge, let alone surpass 'it'!"
Joaquin's words were full of pain and sighs, but the attack on the sword did not diminish slightly:
"Because of the teacher, because 'it' can only maintain this set of discourse skills, and describe the inevitability that the blue is better than the blue, and the helpless fact that it will be denied and surpassed by the students sooner or later, as a higher framework and a greater A kind of gift under the system, a kind of permission, a kind of conferment, a kind of words of "this is exactly what I want" and "I knew it would be like this", imperceptibly imply that your teachers and students will be better than each other, The status of master and slave has been determined, and the rest are just condescending rewards—no matter how strong or powerful you become, it's nothing more than patriarch rewarding you!"
Joaquin's offensive became more and more urgent and dense.
Lausang defended continuously, and after struggling to parry a sword, he finally couldn't hold on and knelt down on one knee!
"Only in this way can 'it' cover up one's fear and powerlessness, disguise one's own weakness and hypocrisy, rationalize the absurdity of 'teacher is always a teacher', and only when 'a teacher is not as good as a disciple' come true , and still maintain the status and authority of the 'teacher', so that the 'teacher' - this nihilistic label that has no effect after completing the inheritance function, successfully turns and becomes an entity full of meaning and power, forever, forever, forever Stand on the ladder one level above you!"
Amidst the billowing white smoke, Joaquin looked coldly, and raised his sword towards Lausanne who was kneeling on the ground.
The last sword.
But in the next second, Luosang's expression moved, and he backhanded the sword.
Time seemed to slow down.
"唰——"
The sword's edge intersected with each other, sparking sparks.
But Luosang's expression was resolute, his sword was firm, and he exhausted his life's experience and knowledge to attack the most perfect and miraculous counterattack in his history!
"Chick!"
The blade pierces Joaquin's right arm.
"Dang Bang!"
With a dull sound, Joaquin trembled, and his knight sword fell to the ground.
Lausanne II trembled and stood up.
His sword edge, at an unknown time, has already stopped on Joaquin's neck.
"You lost."
Joaquin froze.
He looked at the sword on the ground, then at the sword on his neck, and understood something.
Joaquin looked at Lausanne II with a satisfied smile.
"In the face of 'it', even if you have strong hands and a sharp blade, you will be in shackles early, and you will be powerless to resist."
In the thick white fog, Joaquin showed no signs of embarrassment, but calmly opened his hands, showing his neck: "For the turning of this nothingness label, it even used the most deceitful trick: come on, student, I I allow and expect you to surpass me, so that one day, you can become the new me, the new 'teacher'."
Lausanne's sword trembled slightly.
Joaquin ignored the sword edge on his neck and continued:
"In this way, 'it' uses this to capture you, making you a new knight, new guard, and new slave of 'it' under this label."
Lausanne II gritted his teeth, his expression struggling.
Knight Joaquin speaks harshly:
"If you want to play hard to get, you want to refuse to welcome, use the words 'disciple is not as good as a teacher' to maintain the cornerstone of 'disciple is not as good as a teacher', and finally establish a "only the teacher allows you to surpass it, you can surpass it" Eternal system, passed on for tens of thousands of years! Anesthetize and hypnotize thousands of people!"
He relaxed, and praised again:
"No one suspects, few people notice, most people take it for granted, more people defend it, and spontaneously fall for it, ah, look, how cunning, how insidious, and how wonderful this method must be, How ingenious, how intoxicating."
Joaquin looked at Lausanne in front of him and regained his composure:
"Now, do you understand, my dear student?"
In the mist, Luosang looked at the person in front of him in a trance, and shook his head.
"You are not him."
Losang said in a daze:
"You are not Joaquin."
Knight Joaquin looked at him and smiled.
"Me? Of course I'm not him."
He spread his hands and sighed:
"The so-called 'respecting the teacher and respecting the way', look, 'respecting the teacher' is just a cover, a means, and the ultimate goal is to 'respect the way', to lock up, and to enslave."
Jaquin stared closely at Lausanne's eyes:
"So, 'I' is not Joaquin, 'I' is not your teacher, 'I' is not even 'teacher' itself."
He grinned:
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha—'I', 'I' is something higher, bigger, more terrible!"
Lausanne II trembled slightly.
"Some kind of 'it' will always be your teacher forever and ever, and you will never, ever, ever be able to surpass it, and you have no right to question and challenge, or even unintentionally and incompetently perceive the 'thing'!"
Joaquin opened his hands, his expression was exaggerated, and his words were frantic:
"Whether you challenge or obey, whether you affirm or deny, whether you are conscious or unconscious, you are shrouded in time, unable to break free, and will only be strengthened forever——"
"No!"
Lausanne II let out a roar, and waved his arms!
Joaquin's words came to an abrupt end.
With a bang, the knight's head left his body and rolled to the ground.
His body tilted and fell into the sewage.
Only Luosang was left alone, standing in the gradually dissipating white smoke, looking at the corpse on the ground with a dazed expression and empty eyes.
"Monster."
I don't know how long it took, Lausanne II gritted his teeth and turned around stiffly:
"Nonsense, a bunch."
He walked with difficulty, wading through the sewage, as if carrying an indelible weight.
Well, he has, and he has tasks.
He still wants to chase that...
"Am I wrong?"
Lausang froze!
He looks back in disbelief:
In the sewage, Joaquin's head and body were shattered, turning into white smoke and disappearing.
But Joaquin's voice still sounded, and gradually changed its tone:
"Isn't this the shackle you want to break most in your heart——Joe?"
Joe.
Hearing this name, Lausanne trembled!
White smoke billowed, and the sewage on the ground began to fluctuate and transpire.
A few seconds later, a pitch-black hand protruded from the center of the water!
I saw that black hand hugging the edge of the sewage, exposing wrists, arms, elbows, and shoulders—until a whole black person climbed up from the center of the water and stood up.
Losang raised his brows, inexplicably horrified.
Joaquin's voice fades away.
It was replaced by another cold, resolute and oppressive voice:
"Didn't I say that you struggled in the blood and tears of injustice, endured humiliation and survived in the ashes and ashes spurned by thousands of people, screamed in pain in the filth and filth that could not be seen, and lost everything? Abandoned in the resentment and anger, but can't figure it out, can only swing the sword in the air, numb the self until it goes crazy?"
"If that's the case, why should you suppress your resentment, why should you bind your hands and feet," the pitch-black body raised its head, revealing a face without facial features, "Why don't you turn your grievances into anger, why don't you let them be completely released, given this book Is it the meaning of you giving up everything and returning to this world?"
Lausanne II gritted his teeth.
Damn it.
Damn it!
He quickly calmed down his shock and fear, and raised his long sword again.
Just like... Teacher Joaquin taught.
But thinking of this, Lausanne II felt stiff again.
[In this way, 'it' uses this to capture you, making you a new knight, new guard, and new slave of 'it' under this label...]
No, no, no!
Lausang let out a rage, held up the long sword, and forced himself to stop thinking about these things with superhuman control:
"What the **** are you!"
The pitch-black body raised its legs and stepped out of the sewage.
"I can understand you can't."
Its pitch-black body began to change, carving out lines and outlines.
"How about I give you an example with the same logic and similar reason, but easier to understand?"
The pitch-black human body began to take on color, from the body to the shoulders, from the shoulders to the arms, and then transformed into detailed facial features and hair one by one...
"An example that you remember more clearly, more deeply, and more unforgettable."
Following the change of the pitch-black body, Luosang's eyes froze.
At some point, the person standing in front of him turned into a tall and strong warrior.
He wears a heavy helmet, silver-black armor, and holds a long sword with gauntlets.
His armor is exquisitely carved, the inner lining is made of expensive materials, and there are two streamers on the back of the helmet.
Two eyes appeared from the gap on his helmet, as cold as ice and snow.
Most importantly...
Lausan's expression changed.
No.
The black armored knight in front of him took a step forward and raised his long sword.
"Come on, no matter you are Master Joaquin's knight attendant or someone else, you don't have to hold back, let alone back down."
Lausan raised his weapon with disbelief on his face.
No.
"Put your worries aside, use all your strength, beat me, beat me, surpass me, to win the crown of this general election," the black-armored knight's voice was harsh like a sharp knife coming out of its sheath, with an irresistible Prestige, "Because only in this way can you embark on the journey, prove yourself, earn the title, become a nobleman, become a servant, and become qualified to die loyal to me, to us, to the kingdom..."
The next second, the gaze in the other party's helmet flashed, showing satisfaction and arrogance:
"...Knight."
Knights.
Losang clenched his teeth, and his eyes fell on the opponent's chest.
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On the breastplate of the knight, it is carefully cast out of precious asphalt crystals. It is an extremely conspicuous pattern, as if to show pride and glory to everyone:
A silver nine-pointed star.
"You, you..."
Losang said in a daze.
The black armored knight remained motionless.
"You?"
The next moment, Lausanne's face twisted instantly!
"You!"
He roared furiously, and the sword edge slashed out like a howling wave, piercing fiercely into the opponent's black breastplate, full of pain that no one could relieve, tearing apart the shining silver nine-pointed star:
"Trace-light-the-sword!"