The Spartan warrior Tururen holds a torture stick in both hands across his chest.

A straight stab followed.

The stab was so fast and so fast that it was almost beyond the limits of what the naked eye could see.

Eleanor raised her shield to intercept, and the stick and shield collided, and the force of the concussion made her left hand a little numb.

A certain word jumped into her head.

Stiff.

"Two ways to create stiffness." In his memory of the daily training of Hearthfire Island, Asker said, "One is to attack and parry, and the other is to attack and block. Stiffness is the perfect time to fight back. ”

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

"Stupid!" Asker tapped her on the head with the hilt of his sword, "He's the right hand with the weapon, and the one with the shield you're the left." Swap your left hand for his right hand for it, and your right hand won't take the opportunity to attack with a weapon? ”

Grab the stiffness and defend the counterattack.

Eleanor's right hand jerked out, and the torture stick stabbed straight into Tululense's chest.

With his arms stiff, he couldn't make a block move, so he could only eat hard!

"If you judge that the opponent can only eat hard, then you have to think about how to convert the starting hand into a combo." Asker's voice seemed to echo in his ears.

"Normal attacks inflict hitstun, but hitstun, unlike stiffness, doesn't work directly on the arm."

"Therefore, the enemy can still make defensive moves, and if you successfully parry or block, then you will waste your first move."

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

"So to change, to deceive the opponent, you must be flexible in thinking!"

Turulense's pupils narrowed, staring at the stick that the opponent stabbed back.

The timing was too good, and his arms were still paralyzed by the impact of the blocking force, and he couldn't raise his torture stick to block the attack.

So dodge, or eat hard?

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

How can you end the battle so quickly? And in the eyes of the onlookers, it was as if I was being pressed and beaten by her!

Can't dodge! As a girl, the other party's strength is bound to be limited.

I could take her multiple injuries, but if she gets hit by me once, the fight is over!

Turulence didn't dodge, but only took a half-step back, ready to take on the attack.

As well as fighting back.

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

It was too late to dodge, and he swept with a stick in both arms, targeting the opponent's white side neck.

As long as he hits, with his strength, he will definitely be able to directly put the opponent into a coma......

Wrong!

The stick stabbed under his chest, and suddenly it seemed to turn into a spear.

Eleanor's wrist rotated slightly, and the spear was raised.

Dragon Lance!

Sharp pain invaded his abdomen and flew straight to his feet at the force of the stick.

The pain wasn't fatal to him, but the danger was that he was lifted into the air with his feet off the ground.

When you are off the ground, you can't exert the strength of your waist and abdomen, and the strength of the counterattack will be greatly reduced!

Wait a minute!

His expression changed color instantly, as Eleanor had dropped the shield in his left hand and took a step forward to the left with the stick in both hands.

The baton dragged to his right, his waist and abdomen turned, and his arms jerked out his weapon.

Slash Iron!

In the air, Turulence couldn't dodge, so he could only quickly block with a stick.

This slash of iron slashed out a 90-degree fan shape and hit Tourulense's block directly.

The two torture sticks slammed, and they were instantly broken into two by the opposing forces at the same time.

The end of the broken stick struck Turulence in the abdomen, sending him flying mercilessly in the air.

The Spartan soldiers who were watching immediately burst into flames, and even the bald man who had been sitting behind the conscription workbench and had been standing still like a mountain also stood up suddenly.

Turulence flew seven or eight meters before landing, rolled around the ground a few times, unloaded his strength, and then staggered to his feet.

The abdomen was covered with blood from the cracks of the broken stick, and although it looked horrific, it was actually unwounded.

It's just that in the eyes of the onlookers, this is no more than five breaths of hand, and Tulurens has already lost a clean out.

"Turulence, are you alright?" The bald man asked coldly.

Turulense blushed when he heard this.

It was just swept by a broken stick, what could it be? The bald man asked him this question, clearly mocking him.

The Spartans despised the weak. Tulurens, who lost to the girl, was undoubtedly labeled as a weakling.

"This lady, the combat power has passed our approval." The bald man said with a blank face, "Next, Beations, you go." ”

Beation stepped forward and picked up a wooden sword from the side.

"Sidlifa, I'll leave it to you." Asker said.

"Good!" Sidley rushed out of the ranks, looked at the wooden sword in the other party's hand, and said, "Since you don't use a real sword, then I will also change to a wooden knife, so as not to say that I am bullying you southerners." ”

Northlanders? Beations stared at her pale blonde hair, narrowing his eyes and saying nothing.

Sidlifa picked up two wooden knives from the side, and as soon as she stood up straight, Beation had already rushed in front of her, the wooden sword in her hand slashing hard.

"Aha!" Sidlifa burst into a shout, and the wooden knife in her right hand had already been swung out with her backhand.

The swords collided, and Beation stepped back, only to see Sidlifa's left-hand wooden knife slashing again.

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

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

"Suppressed?" Another Spartan asked.

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

"Before, in the face of the spear and shield female warrior, Tuluren chose to eat the opponent's direct stab attack, but the opponent temporarily changed his moves, caught him off guard, and provoked him to fly out."

"This gives Beation the illusion that this Northland woman may also be a skilled warrior, so he focuses too much on defense and does not give the opponent the possibility of attacking and changing moves."

"There's nothing wrong with being more defensive." The Spartan warrior said, "As long as they can't break through his defenses, the attacker will undoubtedly have more physical strength." Coupled with the fact that she is a woman, she will eventually fall into a disadvantage before Beetians. ”

"What if the other party's physical strength is stronger?" The bald man said coldly, "What if the physical strength of this Northland is higher than that of Beations?" ”

If the physical strength is not comparable to the opponent, he is still blindly maintaining a defensive posture...... The Spartans were in their hearts.

Isn't that just being suppressed to death?

"You're attacking you?" Sidlifa asked with both knives and puzzled.

It's a trap to lure enemies...... Bithias thought to himself, focusing more on parrying and looking for possible counter-attacking opportunities.

"If you don't attack, then I'm going to speed up!" Sidlifa said.

Speed? What, she can still speed up?

Bithiones was stunned for a moment, and suddenly noticed that the frequency of blows on his sword had doubled.

Praying mantis cut!

Sidlifa's left and right swords alternately attacked, and the rhythm of the two sides was completely staggered, forming an attack speed twice that of normal under high-frequency swings.

Beation could only feel that his hands were wailing, and the wooden sword trembled from the stormy attack, as if it was about to collapse in the next second.

"Whirlwind Slash!" Sidlifa roared, his waist spun to move his arms, and the wooden knife spun at high speed.

Beation quickly jumped back, avoiding her range.

I saw Sidlifa suddenly stop in the middle of the rotation, and the wooden knife in his left hand had been thrown violently, whistling and smashing into Pethias.

The latter struck the wooden sword upwards and slashed away at the thrown wooden knife, only to see that Sidlifa had already rushed in front of him, swinging the knife and slashing at his lower abdomen.

In a hurry, Pitions could only smash with the hilt of his sword, and before he could hit the opponent's head, there was already a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, and his whole stomach seemed to be spasming.

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