In the empty room, the Prussian ambassador, Mr. Otto von Bismarck, held the sword in his hand, and looked at the young man standing in front of him with a little astonishment. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In addition to being nervous, he was even more inexplicable, because he never imagined that after he was invited to the Treville Chancellor's Palace, the first thing the Chancellor did with him was to draw his sword against each other, this medieval legacy made him feel a little ridiculous.

Will he want to take advantage of this opportunity to work against me? Like creating some kind of accident?

Bismarck was a thoughtful man, and never naively trusted someone completely, so he quickly flashed the idea.

But this idea was quickly rejected by himself, and if he really wanted to be against me, why would he do such a thing? It's perfectly possible to let a few unknown killers take their lives on the street, and there is no need to bring yourself to your home, which is not annoying.

Moreover, Bismarck has been thinking about himself for a long time, and he has not found any reason why the other party has to be unfavorable to him, after all, he is also his friend on the surface, and he has no conflict of interest with him, he has not even moved the Russian ambassador, how can he be scheming against himself?

Thinking about it, Bismarck didn't think that he would be in any danger now, not to mention, he had already checked the two weapons, and they were really just swords for practicing teaching, even if they fought a little fiercely, they would not bring a risk to their lives.

What's more, he didn't want to back down in the face of such challenges. As a nobleman, he could not compromise his honor; As a Prussian, he felt more that he could not afford to fall behind the French, so it was a challenge he was absolutely unwilling to refuse.

Then, he looked up again, looking at the oncoming sharp gaze. The young man was now holding the sword in his hand, staring at him with a smile that was both modest and graceful, but also seemed to be a little cruel.

That kind of look, full of confidence, seems to believe unreservedly that he can win, just like him back then.

At that time, he also fought bravely and fiercely in college, and he was injured several times, which still have traces today.

Although time has passed, many years have passed, and he is no longer young, but he is not yet forty years old, he is still in the prime of life, his energy is still abundant, and although his body has begun to grow, he still retains his agility because of frequent hunting and exercise, and he will not be afraid to do anything with anyone.

Bah, young man, am I really afraid of you? He said fiercely inwardly.

As if in a challenge, he raised his hand and pointed his sword at the other party as well. "Your Excellency, I believe that no matter what the outcome is, we should accept it with a smile and our friendship must not be affected."

"Of course, of course! Now there are no ministers and ambassadors, only Trevil and Bismarck. I think our friendship could have been strengthened by the men fighting, wouldn't I? Charles laughed, "Also, I would like to warn you, sir. Although I have never touched anyone in the past few years, in fact, I have been taught by a special person since I was a child in swordsmanship, and when I was in middle school, my swordsmanship was also very praised by teachers and classmates, if you don't take it seriously, I'm afraid you'll suffer. ”

"Yes, I know you were an honor student in secondary school, so I always thought that you could find a way out of France, even if you couldn't go to the Bonapartes." Bismarck nodded, and implicitly indicated that he had already investigated the young man, "Compared to you, I was much more humble when I was young, and I am not a student who can be admired by others...... Except, of course, swordsmanship! I'm the only one I'm very confident in, so don't look at my current age, I'm afraid I won't be able to beat me if I'm not careful. ”

"Really?" Charles smiled and nodded, "Then let's use practical actions to see who is more worthy of confidence." ”

Neither of them was able to take advantage of them, so they didn't say more, and the two of them took off their coats and waistcoats, unbuttoned their shirts, and suddenly changed from well-dressed politicians and diplomats to ordinary people.

It was summer, and the weather was a little hot, so when the shackles of their coats were removed, the two of them suddenly felt a sense of relief.

"There's no referee here, so I'll report the number, and when I count to three, we'll officially start, okay?" Charles asked.

"Of course." Bismarck nodded immediately.

"Good ......" Charles picked up his sword again, but this time he didn't provoke, but stretched out his front legs slightly, sank down, and the blade of the sword was facing diagonally downward, in a normal starting pose. Three ......"

Bismarck also hurriedly began to put on his own starting pose.

"Two!" The two people raised their heads at the same time and stared at each other, at this time there was no longer the mask-like etiquette in their eyes, only the purest desire to fight remained, this is the attacking instinct that has been passed down by males for thousands of years, civilization has spent thousands of years camouflaging it, but when it has the opportunity, it will still dominate every man's heart.

That's the best time to do that.

"One!" With this shout, Charles took a quick step forward, then swung his sword and stabbed him in the left chest.

Bismarck was slightly surprised by this unhesitating direct attack, because in such fencing competitions, people are generally more sedate and initially use grappling to find each other's weaknesses.

And this young man did this, obviously wanting to use the physical advantage brought by his youth to directly enter the war of attrition, and use an oppressive style of play to achieve a quick victory. It can be seen that the other party has a fearless mentality.

I'll let you know that the sky is high and the earth is thick.

With this in mind, he quickly turned slightly to the right, and then swung the sword in his hand and slashed at the other man's shoulder.

After Charles drew his sword back to block the attack, the two swords intersected and let out the first sound, but since there was no blade, it was more like a muffled grunt of two iron pillars colliding.

After this heavy pause, the two men took a step back in their respective directions at the same time.

Bismarck's breathing was slightly short, and when the two swords intersected just now, his wrist couldn't help but tremble, and he almost even fell to the ground with the sword in his hand, and he was still secretly aching at this time. The strength of this young man surprised him a little, he didn't expect that the other party seemed to be Sven, but his skills were so good.

It seems that he just claimed that he had received a special education since he was a child, and he was definitely not bragging.

What a great opponent...... This grim reality only stimulated the ferocity in his veins, and instead of any fear, he raised his hand and took the initiative to attack. From the first meeting, he already knew that he would have no chance of victory if time dragged on, and now he can only use his years of experience to try to win as soon as possible.

Under the fierce gaze of the two people, they waved their weapons to each other and fought, in the midst of repeated attacks and blocks, the sword body kept making sounds, and the sound of ding ding dong was like a passionate music, and the breathing of the two people became more and more rapid and dull.

Because they knew that this was a weapon that could not kill, they were much braver and more aggressive than real sword duels, and they always greeted the vital points, and their pace was also very fast.

After such a fierce battle lasted for a while, as the strength slowly weakened, the rhythm and pace of attack and defense of the two people gradually slowed down, and the flaws in the movements became more and more, and their bodies were also stabbed by swords several times, and the pain began to spread on the limbs, but fortunately, this was not a real blade, so it did not cause a bloody case.

On the whole, because of his age, Ambassador Bismarck was at a disadvantage, he had been suppressed, and could only slowly retreat to reduce the onslaught of the opponent, and in the end, he found himself in a corner.

When his body was stopped by hitting the wall as he retreated, Charles took a big step forward and stabbed him in the left chest again with all his might, this time with a fierce force that looked like he was going to end the fight with this blow.

This is the moment.

Bismarck's eyes narrowed slightly, he could already feel that his strength was reaching the bottom, and now was the best, and perhaps the last, chance to win.

He sank down, dodged the violent blow, and then directly picked up the sword in his hand and swung it hard, ready to smash it into the opponent's neck, this blow he had been planning for a long time, and he had exhausted his last strength, the speed was much faster than before, he was convinced that as long as this heavy blow passed, it was enough to make the opponent temporarily lose the ability to act.

However, just when his heart was full of joy, Charles, who already seemed unable to draw his sword back, leaned forward directly.

The distance between the two of them was already very close, and they were almost close to each other at this time, and the sword in Charles's hand was held by him with his backhand, and it was directly pushed backwards heavily.

"Ah......h

When the tip of the sword touched the human body, Bismarck let out a scream of pain, and the sword in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.

Although the sword that did not open did not pierce his body, but the thin metal rod was forcefully pressed under his ribs, and the pain of that moment was still so amazing that even a strong-willed man like Bismarck could not help but let out an instinctive wail of pain, and his face turned pale, and then he coughed so loudly that he almost fainted.

Seeing him in such pain, Charles withdrew his hand, he really didn't have the idea of creating an accident.

Under his gaze, Bismarck slowly regained his breath, and his face became a little more bloody.

"I ...... I lost ...... Very convinced. "You are indeed very powerful, Your Excellency," he said, intermittently, "Your Excellency, ...... Chancellor."

"You're great too, sir." Charles looked up at the other.

At this time, he was not as reserved as usual, but with a childish show off, "This is a trick that my teacher taught me when I was ten years old, I can use it well." ”

"It's so bad, it's disappointing!" At this moment, a sentence suddenly came from the side.

Charles looked over in amazement and saw Agnes looking at this side with blazing eyes, "Kid, do you want us to do it again?" ”