If it were in normal times, in the face of such a provocation that came to the door for no reason, Heiliga may not know how to react. At least not with the same playful mindset as it does now. However, the performance of the aristocratic boy in front of him and the reactions of the people around him were so interesting that he couldn't help but want to tease.

Heliga pretended to panic and gave way, and Patrick was caught off guard, and he didn't have time to brake, so he directly fought with the air - and the result was that he fell to the ground in embarrassment and gnawed on a. If it was on the battlefield, if he could easily launch an all-out attack that lost his center of gravity, Heliga could even take out a short gun to mend the knife while leisurely knocking melon seeds at this time, just like the kind of person named "Cowboy" he saw in an overhead did it, domineering and chic. However, it is a pity that this is only the school's sword arena, and the two sides are only "fighting" rather than fighting, so Heiliga still resisted this urge.

Can't blame him, after all, such an easy and simple opponent...... I haven't encountered it in a long time.

"Pain ......" Patrick gasped, if ordinary people were played like this, it was very likely that they would fall into a small problem such as a fracture, but Patrick was still a specially trained noble swordsman after all, and after a few breaths, the body paralysis caused by the severe pain began to gradually disappear. Heliga noticed that Patrick's eyes at this moment were not full of unconvincing and anger as he thought, but instead looked thoughtful.

"You...... Are you okay? Heliga was still acting, and he hurried to Patrick's side and stretched out his hand.

“…… Hum. Sure enough, the outstretched hand was knocked aside by the other party. Patrick straightened up with a carp, stood up again, and looked at Helliga with a complicated look.

"Although it looks very flustered...... But your evasion was prepared before I made a move. He coldly pointed out the truth, "This shows ...... You don't know anything about swordsmanship at all! On the contrary, your strength is strong! ”

"What are you talking about?" Haligapi didn't smile, "It's just a coincidence. ”

"Oh? Is it? Patrick chuckled dismissively, and then suddenly launched a lunge. Compared to the last reckless charge, this time the thrust was not only faster, but even the hand holding the sword seemed to be unaffected by the injury just now. However, this attack was a half-high stab that was shaken purely by the power of the wrist, and although a fighter of the same level could easily block it, it was impossible for Helriga to dodge it casually in the same way as before.

"Hey...... That's what I've seen. While admiring, although the aristocratic young man in front of him looked angry, he did not lose the most basic judgment of his opponent, and made a sideways dodge - the same prediction before Patrick's sword, he also failed to touch even a single shot, but the difference is that this time Heliga did not deliberately pretend to be embarrassed, but dodged the blow leisurely.

"Sure enough...... What did you mean by that? Thoroughly confirming this, Patrick asked sharply, "Why pretend you don't know anything?" ”

"Because I don't know what you're trying to do." Heliga glanced at Patrick coldly, and the cold look directly suppressed the latter's arrogance by three points, "On the first day I arrived, I was called away by a domineering guy, and I was asked to test my swordsmanship with someone I didn't know...... Do you think this kind of unreasonable thing should be done by the nobles of the empire? Heliga looked at Patrick's pure white uniform, and Patrick was obviously sore and his tone became staggered.

There is no doubt that although he has a strange temper, this guy is not a bully and domineering guy, on the contrary, he seems to be a person who understands and abides by the basic etiquette of the nobility. At the same time, although his two-legged three-legged cat kung fu could not enter Hailiga's eyes, it is fair to say that among the ordinary imperial nobles that Hailiga is familiar with, it is already quite passable swordsmanship.

What happened to this guy with "Class VII" that made him lose his mind the moment he saw me? Heliga had planted a seed of curiosity in his heart, but he wasn't going to ask it here. In any case, it is an indisputable fact that this guy is looking for his own trouble, and although he doesn't plan to delve into it, it is also excellent to take this opportunity to impress this guy a little.

"Because I think I'm waterproof, I'm looking down on you? It's okay, I apologize for the attitude just now. Heliga raised his hand toward Patrick, "Now go ahead - now that you've challenged, for whatever reason - I'll do something real." ”

"Woo ......" Patrick swallowed his saliva, seeing the other party's posture, he already understood that the young man in front of him was far superior to him in swordsmanship, and his impulsive behavior just now may have angered him, if he continued to fight, he would definitely be beaten in a humiliating way.

But, after all, I belong to the Haynes family—and if I surrender for such a reason, I will be laughed at by those who know about it.

Thinking of this, Patrick nodded a little nervously and motioned for Hyliga to continue.

Heliga was also unceremonious - in the next second, the silver-haired figure was already close to Patrick, and then, like a rainstorm, the continuous spurts hit Patrick unspeakably.

Even the unbladed practice sword, wielded by Helriga, surrounded Patrick in the middle of the harassers like a poisonous snake's spitting letter.

Three seconds later, the buttons on the chest of the aristocratic squad uniform were picked open.

Ten seconds later, there was a sharp pain in the knee from the sword blade.

Thirty seconds later, the heart, lungs, and internal organs had begun to emit sharp pain in protest against the brain, and the arms and limbs had begun to become limp, and breathing became rapid.

Forty seconds later—

With a crisp loud sound, Helliga struck the saber in Patrick's hand far away with a strong pick of his left hand, crossed most of the dojo, and flew directly beyond the white line of the divided battle area.

"Whew...... ...... and at this time, Patrick also felt that his eyes were dark, his feet were soft, and he couldn't help but want to kneel on the ground. However, at the last moment, he still held the ground with his hand, avoiding the handsome face from having a close contact with the ground again.

"......" In this situation, Heiliga felt that he should have said something, whether it was a serious word of education or a lukewarm taunt or two—but after thinking about it, he finally didn't say anything, just casually put the sword he used to practice on the shelf outside the dojo, and walked away.

As he left, he noticed that the teenager he and Patrick had been practicing when they had come in had not left, but had watched the battle from afar.