Blue Sword

Two shots missed and he was stabbed in the back of the head.

Even on a real battlefield, relying on the defense of power armor to save one's life is by no means a glorious thing.

Apart from the equipment advantage, Claude has completely lost.

There were no cheers or applause around, and the watching knights seemed to have fallen into complete silence.

As a Knight of the Night's Watch, being defeated by foreign mercenaries in a public competition was an absolute shame and humiliation for the Night's Watch who prided themselves on being elites.

Not to mention that he was defeated so completely and completely that the onlookers on the night watch were also ashamed.

However, Knight Commander Claude did not make any mistakes in his operation.

Shoot immediately when the starting gun is fired, and don't panic when the opponent gets close, quickly draw the gun close to your body and fire at close range. All actions were in compliance with the Military Code of the Night's Watch and were textbook responses.

If it were any other night watch knight, there would be no confidence that he could perform better than him.

So how to explain this defeat?

In the command tent at the highest point, the Commander-in-Chief and several senior Night Watchmen watched the entire battle on the command screen. For a moment, they looked solemn and frowned in thought.

"It's Shunpo." Cole Mo, the commander-in-chief of the Knights of the Holy Sun, dragged the mouse and played it back to the very beginning.

On the screen was the moment when the starting gun sounded and Knight Commander Claude fired. In the still picture, you can see that Asker's body sank slightly and his heels were slightly raised.

"Elania Swordsman's Shunpo?" Commander Bryce asked with a frown.

"To be precise, it is the Assassin Assassin's instant step." Kolmo replied, "This kind of footwork is widely spread in the East, but it was indeed first spread from the Assassin sect."

"The mainstream Shunpo has a lot of heel-turning movements. The purpose is to make the swordsman's footwork more difficult for the opponent to see clearly. However, the Assassins believe that the heel-turning movement is a meaningless redundant movement because the purpose of Shunpo itself is , just to burst into speed in a short period of time.”

"As long as you can reach full speed in an instant, how can your opponent see your footwork clearly?"

"With the Assassin's physical fitness, he is indeed qualified to say this." Phoebus said with a smile, "Because even if they don't rotate their heels, few normal people can see their speed clearly."

"That's right." Kolmo turned on the 0.1x playback speed. "Look at the picture again. From here to here, this Asker puts his feet on the ground and takes at least three steps in just 0.3 seconds. The average step length is about At half a meter, the speed has reached its peak in an instant, without any heel rotation movement."

"It's the perfect Assassin-style Ilania Shunpo." He concluded, "Let alone Claude, even if the Templars are here, they may not be sure to hit the opponent with the first shot. "

"So you think that Asik is a Assassin assassin?" Commander Bryce asked.

"I don't think so." Kolmer said cautiously, "As far as I know, Assassin's Ilania Shunpo is extremely difficult and arduous to learn."

"I heard that their assassin mentors would sprinkle caltrops on the floor of the cafeteria passage, leaving only a gap half the width of a foot, so as to force the assassins to use instant steps to pass."

"When the cafeteria opens at noon every day, only two-thirds of the food will be served, so the assassins must rush through the caltrop area as quickly as possible, otherwise they will starve."

"After years of training, the soles of most assassins' feet have festering wounds caused by repeated shunpo mistakes. In order to relieve pain, they have the habit of taking anesthetic drugs and wrapping painkillers around the soles of their feet with bandages. .”

"And this Lord Asker doesn't have any smell of anesthetic drugs on his body." Phoebus said thoughtfully, "The posture of standing and walking is also very natural. Either he conceals it well, or..."

"It is true that he is not an Assassin assassin, but learned and mastered Shunpo skills through other channels." Kolmo analyzed, "I think it is the latter, because in terms of his strength, he is He must be the most elite assassin in white among the Assassin sect."

"Assassin of this level targets either the cardinals of the Holy See or the princes and nobles of various countries. We are just the Eastern branch of the Night Watch. To put it bluntly, even if it is the head on your neck, Commander, it will be our turn." It’s not until the assassin in white comes to take it personally.”

"My head isn't that valuable." Bryce shook his head, "Anyway, let's handle it according to normal procedures."

"Wait a moment, Your Excellency Commander." Phoebus said aloud, "He has proven his combat skills, but Jasimodo also mentioned something that makes me have some doubts."

"It is said that Lord Asker pierced the Black Knight's power armor helmet with an ordinary steel sword."

"Is this happening?" Kolmo said in shock, "The material strength of military steel, even after thousands of years of corrosion, cannot be penetrated by an ordinary forged steel sword."

"The man is in our camp, just ask him directly." Commander Bryce said.

On the competition ground, Asik had already retracted his sword and stood quietly on the spot.

There was buzzing discussion like a bee swarm in the periphery. The vigil knights were constantly talking to each other and whispering to each other. The eyes they cast on the field were full of surprise and suspicion, some were confused, and most of them were undisguised hostility.

"Asker is so awesome!" Nora grabbed Medea's arm excitedly, her eyes sparkling.

However, she soon noticed an uneasy change in the atmosphere around her, and complained angrily: "What's going on with these people? My Aske defeated the opponent openly and honestly, why do you have such a cold attitude!"

"Oh, that's how it is in away games." Medea said leisurely.

After looking around at the audience, she saw almost no friendly thoughts. Medea suddenly raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a wicked smile.

"Captain, you are so handsome! I love you!" She shouted loudly to the field as if she had turned into a fan girl.

The originally rustling sounds around them immediately exploded. Many night watchmen even stood up, pointing here and shouting something excitedly, but they couldn't hear clearly because of too much noise.

"Medea!" Nora next to her was also shocked. If she hadn't known that Medea had male phobia, the nun would have thought that her best friend had suddenly turned into a love rival.

"Don't do this!" She pulled Medea's arm in a panic, trying to make her sit down and shut up. "Don't deliberately provoke them! You will be beaten!"

"Let them come." Medea said nonchalantly, "They dare to touch me? I will explode on the spot! I can't kill them!"

She shouted "I love you" and "You are so handsome" several times, and Asik turned around with a look of helplessness on his face as he cared for mentally retarded children.

"Don't make trouble," he said in his mind.

"This is fun." Medea said in the psychic communication, with a happy tone that sounded like a successful prank.

On the other side, the defeated Knight Commander Claude stood there, his mind already confused and blank.

I lost?

How could I lose?

Lost to a wild foreign mercenary?

I am equipped with power armor and an elite Night Watch veteran who has served for more than seven years!

Powered armor... By the way, the sword he just stabbed into my helmet, and it stands to reason that it can't penetrate at all.

If it were a real battlefield, I wouldn't be harmed at all!

I haven't lost yet!

Knight Commander Claude was in despair, as if grasping a life-saving straw, he lifted his head and was about to speak.

Phoebus, the commander-in-chief of the Morning Star Knights, held his shoulders from behind.

"Well done." Phoebus said in a deep voice, "You have tried your best. Go down and have a good rest."

"Lord Phoebus!" Claude said eagerly, "I haven't lost yet! His sword can't penetrate my helmet..."

"Enough!" Phoebus shouted in a low voice, "You are inferior to others in terms of skills on the battlefield, and you have to rely on superior equipment to save your face. As a Night Watch Knight, don't you feel ashamed?"

When Claude heard this, he felt like he was mourning for his heir, and his whole body fell into a state of despair and gray.

"Go back and think about it for yourself, where did you lose?" Phoebus said as if he was stubborn, and suddenly said, "Take off your helmet and give it to me."

"What?" Claude asked weakly.

"Lend me your helmet," Phoebus emphasized. "Go back to the quartermaster to get a new one."

Claude obediently took off his helmet and handed it to Phoebus. The latter took the helmet, walked onto the court and said to Aske:

"You have won, Lord Asker. As we agreed before, I will approve your transaction application and deliver it to the Commander."

"Another good news is that His Excellency the Commander is also watching this battle. Regarding the last blow that Jasimodo said that you pierced the Black Knight's helmet with your long sword, he hopes to witness it with his own eyes, okay?"

"No problem." Asik nodded.

Unlike abilities with extraordinary characteristics, extraordinary swordsmanship is not something worth keeping secret - especially the Nine Star Styles of the Kingdom of Dragon, which no one on this continent can understand.

Even if they film the entire process with a camera and then play it back in slow motion for analysis, or take the helmet to a physics laboratory or materials laboratory for research, there will be no results.

So Phoebus raised his helmet and held it high.

Ask's long sword trembled, and the blade screamed and thrust forward.

The ninth form of the stars - breaking weight.

The long sword penetrated the helmet without any hesitation, like chopsticks inserted into tofu.

The tip of the sword stopped in front of Phoebus, who held his breath and his pupils shrank.

Just now, the faint sword chant attracted his brief attention.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that the long sword had penetrated the power armor helmet, and a few inches further was right between his eyebrows.

And his skull is definitely no harder than a power armor helmet.

The surrounding Morning Star Knights suddenly rose up, and many even went to draw their guns immediately, only to be held back by their companions.

"Is this okay?" Asik let go of the sword and asked calmly.

"Okay." Phoebus took a deep breath.

Then I realized that my back was already covered in cold sweat.