Lord: I have a skill talent tree

As long as the opponent is within 15 meters, the [Short] skill can be activated, and the opponent will not feel anything, which is a bit like a magic curse.

As the [Short] skill was activated, a warm current suddenly hit his body, and Ethan felt infinite strength, as if he had turned into a violent lion.

"This Soles is really strong. His 80% strength is almost twice my own. If there is no short skill, it is really difficult to deal with." Ethan thought to himself, with a cunning light in his eyes.

Knowing that he only has ten minutes, he must fight quickly.

So Ethan didn't say much nonsense. After entering the field, he immediately drew his long sword and slashed across Les's shoulder.

This sword was very fast, but he controlled the strength and only used 30% of his strength.

In any competition or duel, Ethan's first few attacks were all tests.

If he exposed his strength right away, he would probably fall into a tug-of-war later, which he could not accept.

Although Soles spoke in a loud voice, giving people a rough feeling, when he really got to the competition, his instinct as a gladiator made him treat it with caution.

He was not in a hurry to counterattack, but blocked with his sword while retreating at the same time.

Ethan guessed that the other party was also testing his strength, so he repeatedly drew his sword, pretending to strike with all his strength each time, but in fact he only used 30% of his strength each time, waiting for the other party to be careless.

Sure enough, after several consecutive attempts, Soles thought he had confirmed Ethan's strength.

"Although the sword was drawn quickly, the force was too small, and he had already used all his strength. Just as I guessed, it was not a threat at all."

Soles thought to himself, and once he was sure, he began to counterattack.

First, he blocked Ethan's sword with force and pushed him back, then quickly swung several swords in a row, and increased his strength, attacking Ethan's left hand.

Seeing that the other party was fooled, Ethan blocked and retreated at the same time.

Because of the [Sword Block] skill, although it is not at the maximum level now, it is not 100% blocking, but it is for all attacks, and it depends on the person.

In terms of Solace's sword speed and strength, Ethan can definitely block the opponent's attack 100%, so the two of them fought back and forth.

"This young man is so small, where does he get so much strength to block Solace's heavy slash?"

"The blocking skills are good, and he loses a little strength every time. But if he can only block, he will still lose."

"He is almost losing, look at his footsteps."

Ethan ignored the comments of the people on the side and continued to follow his own rhythm.

Because he only used 30% of his strength every time, which was far less than the opponent's sword strength, even if he lost some strength in a block, the sword would still be shaken away, and Ethan's footsteps would stagger.

Of course, all this was done by Ethan on purpose.

He was waiting for a proper counterattack opportunity to end the game with one sword.

Soles struck again, and Ethan still blocked it.

With the foreshadowing before, Ethan believed that he had deceived the opponent, so he deliberately staggered more and left the sword aside, leaving the middle road wide open, revealing a flaw.

As soon as Soles saw the opportunity, he was fooled, and immediately leaped forward quickly, completely giving up defense, and slashed with a sword, heading straight for Ethan's head.

The sword was fast and fierce, and if it were an ordinary person, there would be no chance to block it.

But when Ethan saw it, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he immediately stopped retreating, using all his strength to quickly block the attack.

At the same time, in order to release the huge force transmitted from the sword when they collided, the long sword was rotated around the wrist.

This is the sword-turning technique of the academic swordsmanship, which can quickly release the opponent's strength and launch a counterattack, instantly turning defense into offense.

The long sword quickly rotated around Ethan's wrist, and then slashed forward like lightning.

At this time, Soles didn't expect Ethan to have such great strength. After being blocked by the force, he fell backwards with the sword and lost his balance completely.

Just when he wanted to regain his balance, a long sword was already on his neck.

This sword was extremely fast and there was no way to avoid it. When the sword fell, Soles thought he was dead, but he didn't expect the sword to stop suddenly when it reached his neck.

Soles was very grateful that Ethan didn't kill him, and was also shocked by Ethan's control of the sword.

With a "bang", he dropped the sword in his hand.

"How is this possible? Soles lost?"

"This kid has been pretending before. He is actually very strong!"

"What is the skill of the last move? It feels very powerful! If you learn this, you can immediately turn defense into offense!"

"I want to learn!"

"Higher skills, higher virtues."

...

"You win! Teacher Ethan!" Soles said sincerely.

Ethan smiled and slowly put away the long sword.

"If you weren't so careless, you might not have lost so quickly!"

"Thank you for your advice, I won't underestimate any opponent in the future!"

The other gladiators saw the result and surrounded them with disbelief.

Ethan saw them coming forward and asked with a smile: "Am I qualified to be your swordsmanship instructor?"

"Yes! Of course!"

"Teacher Ethan, what's the name of the last move you used? I want to learn it!"

"I want to learn it too, even if I don't sleep."

...

Just as everyone was talking nonstop.

"Pa pa pa..." A round of applause came from behind everyone.

Everyone looked back and saw a middle-aged man in a white, wide robe, clapping his hands as he walked over.

Behind him was a tall man in a black robe whose face could not be seen.

When everyone saw the middle-aged man, they all saluted and said, "Lord Sarno!"

When Ethan saw the person in charge coming back, he also saluted and greeted him.

Sarno waved to everyone and walked straight to Ethan.

"Your name is Ethan. Are you here to apply for a fencing instructor?"

"Yes! Mr. Sarno!" Ethan replied politely.

"I watched the competition just now, it was very exciting!" Sarno said, "Your fencing skills are great and eye-opening. To be honest, I am very happy to hire you as a fencing instructor.

It's just that you came at an unfortunate time. I have already found a fencing instructor for the gladiators.

So, I'm really sorry, I'm afraid I can't hire you!"

After hearing this, Ethan felt like a bolt from the blue.

Originally, I thought this matter was settled, but I didn't expect it to be a false alarm.

"But fortunately, I finally gained something from my empty skills, so it's not too bad."

Ethan comforted himself. Although he was unwilling, he had no choice. He couldn't force others to hire him with a sword!

Ethan smiled bitterly: "Sorry! Sorry for bothering me! I'll leave now."

As he said, Ethan forced a smile and was about to go out.

At this time, Soles disagreed. First, he had just lost to Ethan, and he had already recognized Ethan's superb swordsmanship.

Second, he had just said that if he won, he would be his mentor, and he had to keep his promise.

So he stood up and said: "Lord Sarno, I'm not questioning your choice, but I want to know why you didn't hire Mr. Ethan. I need a mentor like Mr. Ethan who has extraordinary swordsmanship.

If he hadn't come to teach swordsmanship, I'm afraid I would have killed someone again."

After hearing this, Sarno's face was a little angry.

A lowly gladiator dared to question himself.

But facing a cash cow, there is always some patience.

So he smiled and pulled the black-robed man behind him to his front.

"This is the swordsmanship instructor I hired for you at a high salary. Perhaps you have heard of his name. Ten years ago, people called him the Executioner."

As soon as these words came out, the gladiators immediately exploded.

"Andrek the Executioner?"

"The record holder of 140 undefeated games!"

"Andrek the legendary gladiator, the creator of the highest winning streak in Maro City?"

...

Sarno was very satisfied when he heard everyone exclaim.

"Yes, it's Andrek the Executioner. I spent a lot of effort to invite him out.

How about it? No objection, right?"

As a gladiator, Soles had naturally heard of Andrek the Executioner. As long as there was a gladiator in Maro City, there was no one who didn't know his name.

He was the god of war among the gladiators, an undefeated myth.

Although so, Soles didn't care.

"How strong is the gladiator from ten years ago?"

"Even if it's Anderrick, so what? Can he still hold the sword now?

If he can't beat me, what's the point of hiring him?"

It's no wonder that Soles said this, the career of a gladiator is very short.

No matter how dazzling you are, it's just the momentary brilliance of a meteor streaking through the starry sky.

But when this statement came out, everyone present was shocked.

The man in black robes faced the provocation and slowly lifted his hood, revealing his true face, which turned out to be a black man.

There was a scar on his face that went through the bridge of his nose, which was particularly terrifying, just like his name.

Anderrick said nothing, walked to the middle of the training ground, picked up the dagger that Soles had just dropped, and threw it in front of Soles.

Then he stretched out his hand and waved at Soles, signaling him to come over and practice.

"You want to fight Solace with your bare hands?"

"This is too arrogant!"

"It's really unbelievable. It's been ten years, and he's still so arrogant."

"Solece, kill him!"

...

How could Solace tolerate such humiliation? He picked up the sword on the ground and rushed over...