The second fight began soon after, and the Weissbach family sent Henry in charge of the match.

The other party sent nobles as players, and the Wolf family naturally couldn't slack off, and Viscount Heinrich personally went into battle.

Both men wielded one-handed straight swords, which were widely loved by nobles in duels because of their slender and elegant blades.

Looking at the situation of the fight, both sides are almost competing for pure strength, reflexes and swordsmanship skills, and they do not use extraordinary abilities, it may be that they are not transcendental, but just ordinary people who have absorbed extraordinary power.

It may also be that they are deliberately hiding their strength, after all, as a nobleman, there is no need to fight to the death in knight fighting.

The girls stared down and made similar judgments, but Asker saw clearly: these two were really fighting to the death, but ordinary people's fighting was just at this level.

Lack of strength, can't react, and don't have special abilities, and doing your best to fight is just like this, and you can't reach the thrilling battle of the transcendentals.

With a sudden thrust, Henry quickly turned his head away, and the blade slashed through the side of his face, bringing out a narrow wound.

His sword slashed straight down, crushing Heinrich's sword, but the latter soon struck him with a knee, knocking him to the ground and sting him down, the blade resting on his neck.

"You've lost." Heinrich gasped and said, "But I forgive you, I forgive your life." ”

Henry spat to the side and glared at him viciously. On the territory of the Weissbach family, he certainly did not worry that the wolf viscount would dare to kill him.

However, the two sides were evenly matched, and he failed to win against each other because of several of his mistakes, which made him feel a strong sense of loss.

Heinrich put away his sword, and the doctors outside the field rushed up and took Henry to the nearby infirmary for treatment.

Back in the top box, Heinrich indifferently saluted the Duke of Bavaria, who did not show any displeasure, but only bowed slightly.

This old posturing thing! Heinrich cursed in his heart.

In any case, the Wolf family finally got back a fight, and as long as Meyer can defeat his opponent cleanly, then this knight fight can be decided.

In the third battle, Meyer stepped off early, holding his sword to the ground.

Asker walked down slowly, and by this time he had already removed most of the weapons in his body, leaving only the long sword he carried with him, and calmly faced Meyer.

"The chief of the Richardner Swordsman Regiment, when will a cat and a dog be able to serve as a cat?" Meyer was not in a hurry to make a move, but took the lead in taunting, "Have the other members of the swordsman regiment broken their hands?" ”

"No way." Asker shrugged, "When they invited me, I said you should ask for another master." As a result, Nuremberg told me that Richard Tner had decided, and that you would be the head of the Swordsmen's Order. ”

Meyer heard that something was wrong with this strange remark, and sneered: "It's up to you? ”

"If I were still in the Teacher's Swordsman Corps, do you think you would be able to get into this position?"

"I've heard that before Nuremberg," Asker said slowly, "you're the chief of the Swordsmen's Order." How? Too much pressure to do it? ”

"Huh." Meyer let out a contemptuous sneer from under his mustache, "If I had known that you could be the chief of the ranks, I should have resigned sooner." ”

"The reason for leaving is because you can't improve your swordsmanship, right?" Aske said suddenly.

Meyer was just about to subconsciously retort, but suddenly fell silent strangely.

That's right, as the leading swordsman genius in the swordsman corps, the reason why he left the Richardnell swordsman corps in the first place was not because of the arrogance that other swordsmen guessed, or because he turned his face with the teacher, etc.

It's because of his swordsmanship strength at that time, he really encountered a bottleneck that was difficult to break through.

Richardnell said he was caught in some kind of "mental shackle" and that he also believed in his teachers at first. However, no matter how hard you try, you can't break through that invisible and untouchable bottleneck.

In addition, those swordsmen and disciples who are not as good as him have also begun to improve by leaps and bounds after joining the group. The swordsman who couldn't take his move originally began to fight back and forth with him a few months later, and he gradually couldn't help but suspect that the teacher was deliberately hiding his secrets, fearing that one day he would be overtaken by his strength.

So Meyer left the team in a fit of rage. In the years of solo adventures, he summed up his life's learning, created the "block swordsmanship" that collected all his experience, and even brought out a team of swordsmen of his own.

However, that bottleneck was still unbreakable, like an invisible glass ceiling, still restricting him from going further on the path of swordsmanship.

"My question, did the teacher tell you?" Meyer's voice trembled a little.

"No, it's obvious." Asker chuckled and said, "You can see from the block swordsmanship you invented, a specific sword path? The order of rotation? The trajectory of the move? You're too stubborn about the so-called rules. ”

"Swordsmanship is not an assembly line industrial production, so how can there be any fixed steps? It requires not only thousands of exercises and experiments, but more importantly, inspiration that gushes out in the moment of a life-and-death fight. ”

"The more you focus on how to improve your swordsmanship instead of trying to innovate, the easier it is to fall into the vast shackles you weave. If you continue like this, you will never be able to catch up with the old man of the Sword Saint in front, but the other swordsmen who joined the group in the back are basically catching up with you, right? ”

"Shut up!" These words hit Meyer's sore spot. His face was half pale and half white, and he finally suppressed the anger in his chest, raised his long sword, and sneered:

"I hope your sword will be as sharp as your tongue."

"Okay." Asker lowered his sword.

The figures of the two collided in an instant, and then parted in an instant, and Meyer had already reflexively charged again, the sword in his hand spinning rapidly.

Square swordsmanship!

The so-called square swordsmanship does not mean that the sword path is like a square, but that the trajectory of the sword movement is composed of countless irregular ellipses, which are densely drawn within a square, so it is called square swordsmanship.

The same swordsmanship, in the hands of Meyer, the founder, was much faster than the male swordsman who had been defeated by Sidlifa before. The long sword was swung by him so tightly that the audience outside the arena could only see a series of silver afterimages, accompanied by Asker's constant adjustment of the position of the sword to block, emitting a series of dense collision sounds.

The circle of the sword he swung became smaller and smaller, and Asker's defensive range was rapidly compressed, and suddenly he stabbed forward with both swords in his hand, and the target was exactly the position that Asker had no time to defend at this time.

Then he was shocked to find that the longsword had stabbed into the air, and even before he was ready to stab, Aske had already jumped backwards and left his attack range.