Blue Sword

The Spartan warrior Turulens holds the torture stick across his chest with both hands.

Then a straight stab.

This thrust was so fast and sharp that it almost exceeded the limit of what the naked eye could see.

Eleanor raised her shield to intercept, and the stick and shield collided. The shock force made her left hand numb.

A certain word popped into her head.

Stiff.

"There are two ways to create freeze." Asker said in his memory of the daily training on Hearth Island. "One is to attack and parry, and the other is to attack and block. The freeze state is the best time to counterattack."

"But, according to you, when the enemy's weapon hits my shield, because the force is mutual, both of our arms will freeze. How can we fight back?"

"Stupid!" Asik hit her on the head with the hilt of his sword. "He holds the weapon with his right hand, and you hold the shield with your left hand. Use your left hand to be stiff for his right hand to be stiff, and your right hand can take advantage of it." Weapon attack?"

Seize the stiffness, defend and counterattack.

Eleanor's right hand suddenly reached out, and the torture stick stabbed Turulence's chest.

With his arms stiff, he couldn't block, so he had to fight hard!

"If you judge that the opponent can only attack hard, then you have to consider how to convert your initial move into a combo." Asker's voice seemed to echo in your ears.

"Normal attacks will cause stiffness, but stiffness is different from stiffness. It does not directly affect the arm."

"So the enemy can still make defensive moves. If you successfully parry or block, your initiative advantage is wasted."

"Don't think about output, think more about using control skills. Of course, the enemy will also expect this."

"So to change and deceive your opponents, your thinking must be flexible!"

Turulence's pupils shrank suddenly, staring at the opponent's counterattack with a stick.

The timing was so good that his arms were still paralyzed by the impact of the blocking force, and he was unable to raise the stick to block the attack.

So should we dodge or take it hard?

If you dodge, the opponent will definitely take advantage of the situation and pursue you.

How can we end the battle quickly? And to the onlookers, it looked like I was being beaten by her!

Can't dodge! As a woman, the opponent's strength must be limited.

I can take multiple hits from her, but she only needs to be hit once by me and the battle is over!

Turulence did not dodge or evade, but only took half a step back, ready to receive the attack.

And fight back.

The opponent's torture stick has rushed to his chest, and his arms have recovered from paralysis.

It was too late to dodge, he swept the stick with both arms, aiming at the opponent's fair side neck.

As long as he hits, considering his strength, he will definitely make the opponent fall into coma...

wrong!

The stick pierced the lower part of his chest and suddenly seemed to turn into a spear.

Eleanor twisted her wrist slightly and raised her spear.

Dragon Spear!

Severe pain invaded the whole body from the abdomen, and Turulence was lifted up by the force of the stick.

This pain was not fatal to him, but what was dangerous was that he was lifted into the air with his feet off the ground.

When off the ground, the strength of the waist and abdomen cannot be used, and the strength of the counterattack will be greatly reduced!

Wait a moment!

His expression changed instantly, because Eleanor had dropped the shield in her left hand, holding the stick in both hands and taking a step forward to the left.

The torture stick was dragged to the right side, the waist and abdomen were rotated, and the weapons were violently swung out with both arms.

Cut the iron!

Turulence was unable to dodge in the air and could only quickly block with his horizontal stick.

This slashing iron swing created a 90-degree fan shape and directly hit Turulence's block.

With a bang, the two torture sticks were instantly broken into two pieces by the conflicting force of Pei Ran.

The end of the broken stick hit Turulence hard in the abdomen, knocking him out of the air mercilessly.

The Spartan warriors who were watching immediately screamed, and even the bald man who had been sitting motionless behind the recruiting desk suddenly stood up.

Turulence flew seven or eight meters before landing. He rolled awkwardly on the ground for a few times, relieved of his strength, and then stood up unsteadily.

His abdomen was covered with blood stains from the cracks of the broken stick. Although it looked terrifying, there were actually no injuries.

But in the eyes of the onlookers, Turulence had already lost completely in the span of no more than five breaths.

"Tulu Lawrence, are you okay?" the bald man asked coldly.

Turulence blushed upon hearing this.

He was just swept with a broken stick, what could happen? The bald man asked him this question, clearly mocking him.

Spartans despised the weak. Turulens, who lost to the sissy, was undoubtedly labeled as a weakling.

"This lady, her combat prowess has passed our approval." The bald man said expressionlessly, "Next, Bitiance, come on."

Bitiance stood up and picked up a wooden sword from the side.

"Hidliba, I leave it to you." Ask said.

"Okay!" Hidrifa walked out excitedly, looked at the wooden sword in the opponent's hand, and said, "Since you don't use a real sword, I will change it to a wooden sword, so as not to say that I bully you southerners."

Northlander? Bitiance stared at her pale blond hair, narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

Hilda Lifa picked up two wooden swords from the side. Just as she stood up straight, Bityonce rushed in front of her and slashed down the wooden sword in his hand.

"Aha!" Hidrifa shouted loudly and swung the wooden sword in her right hand backhand.

The swords collided, Bityonce stepped back to release his strength, and saw Sidrifa's wooden sword in her left hand strike again.

Bitiance immediately raised his wooden sword to block, his arms were numb for a moment, and when he was about to launch a counterattack, the opponent's wooden sword in his right hand swung again.

"That's not right." The bald man who was watching suddenly said.

"Suppressed?" asked another Spartan.

"No, I was deceived." The bald man shook his head and said.

"Previously, Turulence faced the female gun and shield warrior and chose to face the opponent's direct thrust attack. As a result, the opponent suddenly changed his tactics and caught him off guard, lifting him up and flying away."

"This gave Bitiance the illusion that this Northland woman might also be a skilled warrior, so she focused too much on defense and did not give the opponent the possibility to change her attacks."

"There's nothing wrong with focusing on defense." The Spartan warrior said, "As long as his defense cannot be broken, the attacker will undoubtedly consume more energy. In addition, she is a woman, and she will eventually fall into a disadvantage before Bitiance. .”

"What if the opponent's physical strength is stronger?" The bald man said coldly, "What if the physical strength of this Northlander is higher than that of Bitiance?"

If they can't match the opponent's physical strength and still maintain a defensive posture... the Spartans will be shocked.

Wouldn't that mean being suppressed until death?

"Are you going to attack?" Hidrifa slashed her swords with both hands and asked in confusion.

This is a trap to lure the enemy... Bitiance thought to himself, focusing more on blocking and defending, looking for possible counterattack opportunities.

"If you don't attack, then I'll have to speed up!" Hidrifa said.

Speed ​​up? What, she can still speed up?

Bitiance was stunned for a moment, and suddenly found that the frequency of hits on the sword had doubled.

Mantis cut!

Hidrifa alternately attacked with her left and right swords, and the rhythm of the two sides was completely staggered. The high-frequency swings resulted in an attack speed twice that of the normal state.

Bitiance only felt that his hands were wailing, and his wooden sword was shaking uncontrollably from the violent attack, as if it was about to break in the next second.

"Whirlwind!" Hildrifa roared, rotating her waist to drive her arms, and the wooden sword rotated at high speed.

Bitiance quickly jumped back and avoided the range of her attack.

I saw Hildrifa suddenly stop while spinning, and the wooden knife in her left hand was thrown violently, whistling and hitting Bityonce.

The latter raised his wooden sword and knocked away the thrown wooden sword. He saw that Hildrifa had already rushed in front of him and slashed at his lower abdomen with the sword.

In a hurry, Bitiance could only hit the opponent with the hilt of his sword. Before he hit the opponent's head, severe pain from being hit was already felt in his lower abdomen, and his entire stomach seemed to be spasming.

He dropped the wooden sword involuntarily, covered his abdomen, and vomited a mouthful of acidic water.