Blue Sword

The two took the elevator and arrived at the second underground floor of the hotel.

At the passage leading to the training ground, mercenaries in twos and threes gathered together and chatted. Two church spies were sitting at a low table in the corner, pretending to be drinking and chatting, while looking around quietly.

"That Young Master Achilles came out of the elevator." A spy pretended to drink and whispered.

"He's not dead yet? It's really strange." Another spy shook his head slightly, puzzled by Asike's refusal to accept the protection of the church. "The high school girl next to him... is a little too beautiful, which is suspicious."

"What's suspicious? The height doesn't match up." The spy took a sip of wine and said with a low smile, "The vampire's illusion can't change the body shape."

"Maybe it's the vampire's newly transformed blood servant who came close to lure him." Another spy said coldly, "Follow them now, maybe you can follow their clues and catch a big fish."

"Do you think the people in the church can't think of this?" His companion sneered, "This good-for-nothing young master is also a nobleman after all, and his life style is very corrupt. If you caught him playing with women in private, do you think you would get a good deal? ? To put it bluntly, he was seduced and assassinated by a vampire. That was his own problem; but if he was caught following him and he went to the noble council to cause trouble, how would the church be able to keep it on its face? It’s not about pushing you and me out as scapegoats.”

"That's right. Our goal is to find the vampire anyway." The secret agent sighed, "Let him be. If you don't stay in the church and have to hang out, then you will die as well. We can't blame us."

The two spies continued drinking. Asker, as if he didn't know anything, took Peggy to the counter and handed out a banknote: "Which melee training ground is free?"

"No. 3." The teller lady replied.

Arriving at Training Ground No. 3, this is an open space about the size of four basketball courts side by side. On one side are steel-cast dolls placed side by side for the samurai to practice their attacks; on the other side they are surrounded by iron chains. Arenas of various sizes are used for mercenaries to practice and compete with each other.

"Put on the mask." Asik said to Peggy, "Let's go to the arena to practice first, and I'll see your current level."

Paige hummed, put the crying face theatrical mask on her face, and pulled out the dagger tied to her thigh.

Asker chose the largest arena, which is usually for 5V5 team battles. Several mercenaries around looked over with curiosity in their eyes. Walking onto the field, Asik pulled out his long sword and flicked it with a sword.

"Attack here." He waved to Peggy, "Use all your strength, don't worry that I can't catch it."

Paige nodded, lowered her body slightly, kicked off her back foot and sprinted forward, disappearing from the spot almost instantly.

"So fast!" A nearby mercenary glanced here inadvertently and immediately screamed, even stopping his movements without realizing it.

The figure approached Asik in an instant, and flew out the next second. The speed was so fast that it was impossible to see how Asik fought back. Paige landed on the ground and rolled around a few times, then struggled to get up, her movements somewhat deformed in the severe pain.

"Can you control such a fast charging speed?" Ask held a long sword and stared at Peggy coldly, "Don't aim too high, start with the speed you can control."

Paige nodded and rushed towards him again. This time, it was an arc charge. He walked around a short angle and stabbed Asik's back with the dagger in his hand.

There was a clang, and metal and iron struck each other. Asik seemed to have eyes on his back. He moved the long sword in his hand behind his shoulder and easily blocked the blow. Peggy used her backhand to spin the blade and slashed again, but was held up by the long sword again. Asik twisted his wrist lightly and knocked the short sword out of Peggy's hand. At the same time, he kicked out a whip kick and hit her in the abdomen again. , kicking her away.

"The key to agility-style melee combat is to miss a single hit and escape thousands of miles away." Asker said coldly, "If your attack is blocked and you stay in place, are you waiting for the enemy to counterattack you? When you land, pay attention to your body and back. Landing is the stupidest thing to do, so land on your front! Bend your hands to provide cushioning, then roll to your feet quickly after releasing the force, otherwise you will easily be chased and injured by the enemy!"

"Understood." Peggy whispered, picked up the dagger on the ground, assumed a fighting posture, and charged forward again.

For a while, the sound of gold and iron clashing was endless, vaguely mixed with Aske's merciless scolding:

"When attacking, you need to balance false and real moves! Every time your actual move is blocked, it will consume your energy, so use your brain!"

"Where are the changes in positioning? If the enemy sees through your footwork, you will die! Don't always go around behind!"

"Pay attention to my field of vision! Think about how to attack from the blind spot of my field of vision, instead of staring in circles! You are on the outer circle and I am in the center of the circle. Can you outrun me?"

More and more mercenaries came to watch, and everyone was stunned. Paige's speed is much faster than a normal person's full sprint, and she uses her agility advantage to continuously change directions to attack. But Asik stood motionless, using only a long sword to block left and right blocks. Not only was the defense airtight, but he could also knock Peggy away within a few moves. The latter didn't know how many times he fell to the ground, but every time he got up vigorously and regained his strength, as if his physical strength was endless.

These two guys are monsters! The mercenaries onlookers were amazed. Not to mention the little warrior wearing the mask with a crying face, the advantage of super-speed movements on the battlefield is almost unlimited. Ordinary mercenaries would be knocked unconscious after a few hits against her, and her reaction was too slow to do anything. to defense. With such speed, he was knocked down by the opponent within a few moves. Who is that warrior on the opposite side? No need to think about it, he must not be in the same realm as them anymore.

After falling to the ground again, Paige rolled with her hands on the ground and stood up steadily. Flesh I greatly strengthened her body's tolerance. At this time, she was just panting subconsciously, feeling that every bone in her body was not in pain.

"Let's do this for now." Asik held the sword and said calmly, "Think carefully about what I taught you and sort it out."

Peggy hummed, then walked to the stone bench by the wall to sit and meditate.

Asker sheathed his sword and was about to leave the arena when he saw a hand raised by the crowd of onlookers:

"Hello! If I don't have an opponent, would it be convenient for me to come and spar with you?"

A heavily armed soldier stood aside from the crowd. His voice must have been that of a young woman. She wore stamped steel plate armor common to Jamani warriors, a Gothic winged helmet + faceplate, and a plate skirt and steel boots on her lower body. The left hand holds a kite-shaped striped shield, and the right hand holds a spear. The weight of such equipment alone is not something that normal people can bear for a long time. This woman should have absorbed a certain amount of extraordinary power.

"Walking knight?" Asked.

"Why not a gun and shield warrior?" the woman asked.

"The spear is held incorrectly," Ask said.

The woman was stunned for a moment, then reacted. Knights were accustomed to holding the tail end of their spears because of charging and thrusting. If it is an orthodox rifle and shield warrior, the position of holding the gun should be close to the middle to achieve a balance between offense and defense.

"Awesome." The woman complimented quietly, adjusting the hand holding the gun to the middle of the gun body, "I don't have power armor, so you can deal with me as a gun and shield warrior, how about that?"

"Quick victory," Aske said.

The mercenaries who were watching suddenly started shouting, and they couldn't wait to see the result of this battle. The woman took a lunge, holding a shield in front of her with her left hand, and holding a gun in her right hand, her whole body was like a taut bow, ready to launch a killing sprint at any time. Ask, on the other hand, pressed his sword with one hand and looked at her expressionlessly.

"Draw the sword?" the woman asked.

"No need." Ask said, "It can be over with one move."

There was a burst of applause from the onlookers. The mercenaries were always particularly enthusiastic about such arrogant words. The woman's expression was covered by her visor, so it was impossible to see whether she was angry or not. She just turned her wrist slightly, adjusting it to a position where she was about to explode with all her strength.

In an instant, the gun shot out like a dragon, and the sharp tip pointed directly at Asik's chest. The woman's steps forward were not steady. In her opinion, once Asik had no time to dodge, she could quickly withdraw her strength to stop the attack and prevent fatal injuries. Unexpectedly, Asik just took a step to the left lightly.

Dodged!

While dodging her spear thrust, Asik took half a step forward again, grabbed her spear with his right hand, and made a fist with his left hand, slamming it into her gun hand. The woman did not dodge, because her right hand holding the gun was covered with arm armor, and she was not afraid of Asker's physical fist at all. If you let go of the spear at this time, you will fall into the opponent's scheme.

When the fist hit, it suddenly turned into grabbing, grabbing her right wrist and pulling her back. Asker raised his right foot and kicked the opponent's right knee hard. The woman felt a strong force coming from the plate armor. He kicked her right leg backwards and pulled her upper body forward. She suddenly lost her balance and fell heavily to the ground.

"Didn't anyone teach you not to put up a posture before making a move?" Ask asked coldly, "The posture is so beautiful. Even a fool knows that you are about to launch a sprint, so how can you not dodge? The tactical movements are quite good. Standard, but standard means that it is easy to be seen through, so think carefully about how to hide your attack intentions."

The woman got up with difficulty, and the weight of the armor protecting her became a burden to her. She was defeated by her opponent in one move in the fight. She was originally quite depressed and discouraged, but when she heard the last sentence, her eyes lit up and she nodded immediately and said:

"Yes, learned, sir."

There was another sensation among the onlookers. Fighting usually only happens between companions, because strangers may be unable to restrain their hands and hurt each other. It’s already rare for a great master on the stage to be willing to compete with strangers. What’s even rarer is to defeat his opponent cleanly and be willing to point out the opponent’s shortcomings. What does this mean?

It means a master teacher who is hard to come by! You must know that the demonic tide of this era has not yet risen, and martial arts masters with some strength are either serving kings and emperors in the courts of various countries, or they are being raised by lords from various places as enshrinements in their own manors. As a mercenary? How can it be! How much money do mercenaries make? Can any noble give more than a fraction?

For a moment, everyone raised their hands enthusiastically, scrambling to apply for a spot: "Master, let me be the next one, and I will fight you!"

Under the excitement of the crowd, Asker casually selected a Macedonian spear and shield warrior. The other person held a spear and shield, bowed respectfully to Asker, and then quickly got into a posture.

"The steps are too loose. Don't you practice your footwork during training?" In less than five seconds, the Macedonian warrior was kicked off the field.

"The movement was too big when attacking, leaving an open door open!" The next Spartan warrior who came up was also knocked to the ground.

"What are you jumping around for, clown?" The Burgundy Ranger was beaten so hard that he rolled around on the ground.

Soon all the mercenaries who came on stage were beaten all over, and the ground was covered with gourds rolling around. The mercenaries outside the venue were also a little frightened. It's one thing to get valuable martial arts advice, it's another thing to be beaten to pieces in front of everyone. It's really a difficult choice to make a decision between face and dignity. After waiting for about ten seconds and no one came on the scene, the female warrior at the beginning stepped forward again.

"I would also like to ask for your advice again." She bowed slightly to show respect.

"Come on," Aske said.

Reason for adding the update: The plot is consistent with the previous chapter, so I might as well post it today.