"No matter how strong the swordsmanship is, there are flaws, and no matter how strong the person is, there will be weaknesses. All we need is to look for a flaw in the fight to penetrate the opponent's weakness. Ciri, you and this old man's swordsmanship is dexterous, swift and changeable, combined with flexible footwork, a combination of virtual and real light strikes to inflict damage on the opponent, and even aim at the vital point to deliver a fatal blow. ”

Orlan counteracts Bonnet's attacks with his greatsword while explaining his opinion to Ciri about this swordplay.

"But the weakness of this sword technique is also obvious, and that is not to give it your full strength with every blow, because you have become accustomed to reserving a bit of strength for the unexpected that may arise. For example, now the old man can definitely not stop at all after cutting a sword, and turn around in the shortest time to block one or several dark arrows flying from behind him. Am I right? ”

Oran's words are blunt, but they undoubtedly hit the heart of Bonnet and Ciri accurately. Indeed, Bonnet frowned, he had rarely thought about it before. Because he has never lost when it comes to swordsmanship, no matter how large and powerful the opponent is, he can always use his superb skills to inflict continuous damage on his opponent while avoiding various dangers.

Unstoppable swordsmanship, at least that's what Bonnet thought before. But now he met a boy who was much younger than him, and in a word, he broke through his weakness. Every blow he threw was blocked, as each sword was not strong enough to throw his opponent off balance and be exposed. Every one of his tricks was seen through, as his opponent knew the angle at which he swung his sword from the change in shape and muscle flex.

Further, he even used all his means, relying on subtle movements to create psychological cues for his opponents, such as his breathing increased when he raised his sword to slash vertically instead of diagonally, flexing his neck muscles, and his chest bulging visibly. Under normal circumstances, the opponent will develop a habitual thinking after adjusting to his offensive rhythm one after another, and he can take this opportunity to abruptly change this "prelude" to achieve the goal of deceiving the opponent.

If it weren't for the lack of time, experience, and skill, how could a novice be able to integrate these things into the depths of instinct. Therefore, Bonnet can call himself a master in this regard, a master who injects one's spirit into swordsmanship.

But his opponent, the silver-haired boy, tossed and turned, and swung and wrought, easily blocked all his attacks with a smile and a smile, as precise as an emotionless machine.

It was terrifying, and as a master of swordsmanship, he knew that he could only achieve this level of insight after hard training day after day, year after year, and countless battles between life and death. But these strange appearances on a young man are too unreasonable.

But Bonnet believes he can't lose.

"Hehe, old man, you confessed it, right? Then let's watch my performance! ”

Orlan suddenly paused and then his center of gravity sank, and the hilt of the great sword he held in his right hand also sank below his waist and abdomen, and his other hand stroked the end of the sword that was flat in front of him. It was up to Bonnet to take the sword that was ready to be attacked.

Bonnet's first reaction was that the speed of the opponent's big sword stab must not be able to catch up with the speed of his dodge, as long as he dodged this attack, he could kill the opponent with a single sword.

But in the blink of an eye, he thought of what Orlan had just said, so he didn't believe that Orlan would make such a big move, was the real purpose of this move just a false move, clearly waiting for him to take the bait?

For a moment, both sides froze in place, as if they were waiting for the other to strike first.

He hesitated, for the first time in a long time, and hesitation meant that defeat was imminent.

……

"Heheha, old man, you lost this game." For some reason, it was clear that the battle would usher in the most fierce moment of the battle at the peak of the white heat, but Orlan laughed out loud. He stood up straight, held the tip of the sword in his right hand above his head, and danced a sword flower sideways, which was clearly a move to collect the move.

And Ciri, who was already immersed in this battle and almost forgot about himself, was forcibly interrupted by Orlan, and the feeling of being stopped by someone with a basin of cold water when his heartbeat and mind were about to reach their highest point can probably be imagined by everyone.

"Hmph, but you didn't win." Maybe even Bonnet himself didn't feel that he was clearly relieved just now, and the beads of sweat on his forehead also flowed to the corners of his eyes.

Orlan was reckless and even reckless, but that was his purpose. How to completely defeat this witcher killer step by step from the inside out? And he has done the first point. At this time, an invisible rift has quietly appeared in Bonnet's self-proclaimed "invincible" belief, which means that Ciri will have a chance to defeat him.

"Ciri, you see it, I think I've defeated this perverted old man. Although you all probably think I'm crazy. Hahaha, whether you believe it or not, he will die if I go down with this sword. In fact, what I want to tell you is that this person who has become your nightmare still has weaknesses and flaws, and it is not impossible for you to defeat him. So the next thing is a duel between you and him, and I don't want to meddle in it anymore. I'm sure both you and he have been waiting too long for this day...... Or are you going to retreat as you did before? ”

Orlan slowly tucked the broadsword into the scabbard on his back, and then stretched lazily, as if the person who had just experienced a fierce battle was not him.

In Oran's rhetorical questioning, Ciri finally relented, and she looked at Orlan in disbelief, the enigmatic smiling silver-haired man who once again refreshed her worldview. Could it be that this so-called nightmare, her lifelong enemy, the way she fought, everything she was proud of, and the world she knew, were so insignificant in his eyes?

No, it's not worth mentioning. It was himself who was complacent, and it was always himself who wanted to retreat, so it must be himself who became the loser. It was as if he were a bird imprisoned in an iron cage, and he had been afraid to approach the thorny iron door, which had not been locked......

In her most difficult and difficult years, she never forgot her pride. She's a girl, but she also carries a long sword. She was never alone, and she had met the most cherished people, both in the past and now, and they must still be waiting for her, so she must not let this fall.

Everything she has insisted on so far must have a greater meaning, and she will never back down. Ciri clenched the long sword in her hand, at this moment she is no longer the girl who hides in the shadows and trembles, she will become stronger for herself!