Wizard of All Souls

"I became a knight a month ago, what about you?" Yarrow decided to learn about Will's strength first, in case it would be bad if he hit hard.

Sister Sisi's reminder was not useless.

"Probably also a knight." Will said ambiguously.

"Puff, a knight is a knight, if it's not, what's a rough idea?" Yarrow sneered.

He saw that Will was trying to save face.

"How about we just compete in swordsmanship?" Will suggested.

"……Can."

Yarrow thought secretly: "You know I'm a knight, so you're scared? Don't you think I'll lose to you in the swordsmanship competition?"

If you only talk about the advanced level of swordsmanship, he is definitely not as good as Will whose teacher is Roger.

But fighting does not depend on whether the sword is good or not.

More often it depends on combat experience and the use of swordsmanship.

"Poor guy, don't you even know why I have the courage to challenge you?" Yarrow looked at Will with pity, "I thought you were also a knight at first, and your breathing skills might still be at my level. above."

But he challenged Will anyway.

Because he has absolute self-confidence.

The swordsmanship honed in the battle is definitely not comparable to the swordsmanship that has been learned to look good, has never seen blood, and can be clicked.

Back then, when he hadn't been on the battlefield, and hadn't fought life and death, he was as confident as Will.

However, when he saw blood for the first time, he, who considered himself a warrior, almost peed his pants.

Had nightmares for days on end.

It was only under the guidance of Uncle Del that he gradually stepped out of the shadows.

"I want you to understand that swordsmanship is not for performance, not to show to teachers and elders, to get rewards, but to kill the enemy and find a way out!" Yarrow's words resounded loudly.

Yarrow's body moved.

Like a cheetah on the hunt.

His strong muscles gave him great strength.

Without using his vitality, his speed unexpectedly reached an astonishing seventy kilometers.

If the vitality explodes, the speed can exceed 100 per hour!

True swordsmanship depends not only on the sword in hand.

Footwork, steps, eyes, breathing... In actual combat, the cooperation of all aspects is needed to maximize the power of swordsmanship.

And the most important thing is strength and speed.

All the subtle moves are nothing but castles in the air without strong backing.

It shatters when touched.

This is the experience summed up by countless ancestors, as well as himself, who fought time after time and under the guidance of teachers.

Yarrow punches Will in the face.

quick!

fast!

He has already grasped the essence of the straight stab.

"Have you been blocked?" Yarrow was not discouraged. If Will couldn't even block the first sword, he would be disappointed.

Yarrow's figure twisted, and the tip of the sword drew a strange arc, cutting towards Will's left leg.

Will took a step back, narrowly dodging the slash.

"Um?"

Yarrow ran quickly around Will, and the sword turned into dots of starlight and continuously attacked Will's various vital organs.

All attacks were blocked or dodged one by one.

And so calm and elegant.

"This is what you rely on?" Yarrow finally got serious, and he admitted that he really underestimated Will before.

He is not conducting a frontal attack, but trying to find a flaw and launch an attack at a blind spot.

Under his series of violent attacks, Will remained motionless.

"Very good at defense?"

He admitted that Will's swordsmanship was superior to his.

"As expected of Lord Roger's student, I'm not as good as you in a pure swordsmanship competition." He finally understood where Will's confidence came from.

"but--"

Yarrow smiled, and his left foot suddenly turned into an afterimage and attacked Will's lower body.

"Sword competition, do you really only use swordsmanship? You are too naive, young master."

While Will's footsteps were flustered, he hit his shoulder and knocked Will's body completely off balance.

"What!"

Will unexpectedly rolled onto the ground and distanced himself from him.

"Cut!" Yarrow smacked his lips, "Fortunate guy, there will be no next time."

Next, he kept attacking Will.

Looking for opportunities again and again, each time when he was about to succeed, Will escaped narrowly and narrowly.

"Damn, what's going on?" Yarrow gradually became anxious.

"You're being careless."

"Well!"

His feet slipped and his body lost his balance.

"Did you step on the ice?" Relying on his familiarity with the training ground, he didn't look at the ground very much, but this confidence hurt him.

Watching the blade approaching his head, Yarrow closed his eyes in despair.

The pain I thought about never came.

Opening his eyes, he saw Will standing not far away with his hands behind his back.

And his younger sister Ceci who ran over at some point, watched him worriedly, and kept checking his body.

"I lost?"

Yarrow still looked dazed, not believing that he would lose to Will.

"I shouldn't have promised you just to compete in swordsmanship."

Since he was a child, he has mainly fought against giant beasts such as snowmen, wild men, and giant statues, rather than humans. His swordsmanship has also been cultivated with ferocious beasts and monsters as objects.

He originally thought that he had a lot of combat experience, and it would be no problem to hit Will.

He overestimated himself.

Experience is also divided into objects.

The surprise of fighting a beast is different from the experience of fighting a human.

"He may not have been in a life-and-death match, but he will always have a lot of tricks with others. With Mr. Luo Ji as a partner, it is natural for me to lose to him." Yarrow is a very optimistic person.

If you lose, you lose.

Never deny it.

Although I am still unconvinced, but this time...

"I lost, but next time I will definitely win!" Yarrow said, clenching his fists.

"Let's think about it next time. You won't go back on your previous agreement, right?" Will stared at Yarrow with bright eyes, as if looking at a piece of uncut jade.

What to do with only one night?

After Will's reminder, Yarrow's face suddenly turned pale.

He almost forgot the promise just now.

Breaking a contract is not something a man would do.

The challenge was proposed by him, and the bet on winning or losing was made by himself. How could he go back on his word?

Feeling Will's greedy eyes staring at his body, he knew that he couldn't escape tonight, "I didn't expect that I would have a day to serve a man."

Ridiculous, sad and helpless.

At this time, Sisi also remembered the bet before the war.

Just now, because I was too worried about Will and Yarrow, my mind was in a mess, so I didn't think much about it.

Now seeing Yarrow's face and Will's eyes, she immediately understood.

Sisi is not a pure blank slate.

For many things, she still understands and observes.

"Master Will and brother..." It was clearly in the cold winter, outdoors at minus ten degrees, but Sisi felt his head was hot and his nostrils were bleeding.

"In that case, let's get started," Will said.

The night is too short, every second counts.

"Is it here?" Yarrow lowered his head and blushed. For him, the night was still long.

"I, can I watch? It's okay for me to participate." Regardless of Yarrow's murderous eyes, Ceci said with crazy eyes.