Act 37: Freya's Swordsmanship (Part 2)

Freya knew that she didn't have that great talent, and since she was in Butch, she has made up for this gap with her unyielding character, and she has used much more sweat than others to recover the differences between people little by little.

But it's not as simple as it seems.

Over time, Freya has come to discover that the gap between people sometimes doesn't seem to be something that can be bridged with effort.

It's like there are so many capable people in this academy that she's insignificant in such a crowd. Like a small firefly, under the light of the bright moon, the little pride that was left in Buchi has disappeared completely.

In front of her was a knight cadet from the senior ranks, with a silver median strength, on par with Bresson; In fact, if it weren't for the fact that this match limited the highest strength to the peak of black iron, and the two sides fought each other just by virtue of their understanding of swordsmanship, I'm afraid Freya would have fallen to the ground a long time ago-

But even so, she would feel her hands holding the sword tremble a little.

But the frowning senior was also carefully circling her, and he suffered a lot from Freya's tenacious play - the annual championship tournament of the Royal Cavalry Academy had a rule that made everyone complain from the beginning of the game - no one had time to rest between matches, and everyone had to pay for the excess amount of body they had wasted in the last battle.

It is said that the founder of the academy set this rule to make the students understand that there is no enemy on the battlefield who will give you a 'reasonable' rule, and you must learn to keep your body in order to live longer on the battlefield.

The original intention of the establishment of the Wang Li Cavalry Academy was to export the best military talents to this ancient kingdom, and in the era of peace, all the cadets who went out from here were trained as middle and senior non-commissioned officers. Even those who graduated with honors may be selected for the royal knights as soon as they step out of the academy.

Therefore, there are many people who have climbed to the sky in one step.

Like this annual tournament of champions, the Knights are played on a points-based system, where cadets earn points for battles between different grades – and a brutal single-elimination system. Only the one who stands last will receive the title of 'Knight of Champion', which represents the highest honor of the Academy.

After the champion knight is decided, the best knight in each grade will be selected according to the points.

Basically, these people can already be marked with honors.

I have to say that although this system is not very fair, it can more truly reflect the kind of life-and-death struggle on the battlefield. As the original founder of the academy famously said:

Luck is not only your strength, but also one of your greatest dependencies.

This sentence is the most appropriate to describe Freya at this moment, as she only has the strength of the middle of the black iron - of course, this speed of progress is extremely rare among ordinary people, and it can be said to be the greatest affirmation of the sweat she has paid these days - but here, it is far from enough; Freya felt that she simply did not have the extra strength to react to the other party's actions.

She could barely keep up with the other man's movements in circles, and then prayed that luck would favor her, or that it would be more appropriate to use a miracle at the moment.

Her opponent seemed to notice this, and after carefully confirming that the opponent was not deliberately deceiving, the senior student launched a decisive attack.

The sword struck from the right rear, which was the most difficult to defend against, and Freya didn't think much of it, or didn't have the strength to think about it. She raised her sword—almost subconsciously, but as if blessed with a blessing to her heart—and the next moment she let the blade pass through the cage handle of her sword.

There was a spicy stinging sensation on his hand, but the other party was also slightly stunned. Freya didn't think about it, and with a backhand, she pulled the blade back from the cage handle - saying that the other party was stunned, and pressed an elbow against the guy's chest.

The student flew straight out, but when he got up again, Freya's sword was already on his neck.

"What kind of swordsmanship is that?" The first thing the student asked when he got up, and he saw that there were bright red blood beads flowing down the girl's hands, which were a little dazzling.

"......" Freya didn't answer.

In fact, it would have been a little confused in her own mind - the last move just now was clearly a desperate reminder of the sword move that Brando had used - she didn't think it was very subtle when she first saw Brando use it, but in retrospect, those moves were really useful.

But she thought that if it was Brando's use, she would not hurt her own hand.

"I threw in the towel." The senior student sitting on the ground was stunned for a moment, and finally raised his hand. Freya then saw the black-haired, shoulder-hanging female knight who was the referee outside the field walk in, who parted the two with a cold face as always, and then looked back at her.

"I heard you've been on the battlefield?" Nime Heath asked in a cold tone.

Freya, however, noticed a deep suspicion in the other's eyes—she seldom saw any excess in those dark eyes, as if the female knight was wearing a cold mask all the time—but the mask was now a little loose.

The girl was a little strange, but nodded anyway. In the Wang Li Cavalry Academy, the person who dares to work against this senior sister has not yet been born.

"Is it the undead of Mardara?"

"Yes."

"Can you use the swordsmanship you used just now?"

Freya hesitated, she felt like she was about to faint.

But Nime Heath also saw her embarrassment, and no longer insisted, but said: "That sword just now has the shadow of Eruin's military swordsmanship, and it is not the same way as the knight's swordsmanship taught in the academy, I heard that you were a militiaman?" ”

Freya nodded again.

"But whether it's the swordsmanship of the militia or the swordsmanship of the garrison, it's not this kind of straightforward murderous swordsmanship, it's like the real Eruin battle array swordsmanship." The black-haired female knight frowned and looked at her deeply: "You're from Butch?" Do you know anyone in the Whitemane Legion? ”

Freya was stunned, she didn't know why this senior, who usually took care of herself, would force herself to ask these strange questions here one after another today.

She shook her head, of course.

But now Freya is no longer the country girl of Buchi who didn't know anything, and she has gained a lot of insight in a few months of study. She thought back to the sword she had used before, and the many swordsmanship that Brando had used—they all seemed to have one thing in common, to put it simply, concise.

An extremely concise swordsmanship, as if there was no need for a superfluous routine, as if it were purely a swordsmanship used to achieve victory. Freya could imagine the effect of this swordsmanship on the battlefield, and it was no wonder that Nimeheath's predecessors called it murderous swordsmanship.

In retrospect, Brando's shots were indeed clean and surprisingly fast.

But when she came back to her senses, she saw Nime Heath's dark eyes staring at her. She was startled, she had never seen such a side of this senior sister, but after a while, the other party just said to her:

"Actually, that's not pure Eruin Battle Array swordsmanship."

Freya was stunned for a moment, and her heart jumped slightly—what do you mean?

"Are you hiding anything, Freya?"

The girl hurriedly shook her head, and the ponytail at the back of her head swayed with it.

"Well, it's a modified Eruin Battle Formation swordsmanship," Nime Heath straightened up, looking a little strange, "I've seen this kind of swordsmanship." ”

Freya watched as Nimeheath finished saying this and turned around and walked towards another venue. But a trace of paleness slowly oozed from her face, and she suddenly thought of a possibility-

This woman knows Brando.

……

"Who's that?"

The half-elf princess looked back, "Who?" ”

"The student who won before," Magdal looked at the crowded arena below, "I saw Sister Nime Heath talking to her for a while, it seemed to be a girl-"

Griffiin followed her gaze, and then suddenly.

"That's Everton's daughter," the silver-haired girl sighed at once, "but alas, it seems that she has not inherited her father's talent." Although it is already very good, it is not the best among the students in this batch, and it is even worse than her father. ”

"Griffith, that's because the students of this batch are so good." Although the nun princess was not good at swordsmanship, her wisdom and insight were enough to make up for the gap: "The young man named Breson and two other people, I have heard you mention them more than once. ”

The silver-haired girl smiled, "Yes, Lord Martha is still protecting Eruin. ”

"I am going to pick the best of each of the senior and junior divisions to go with you to Ampesel, Tini," she added. Among the students in this batch, I and I both think that it is necessary to focus on training and let them leave here to exercise, which is my idea. ”

"So you have a crush on that Bresson, Griffithine?" Magdal turned back and asked, "He is indeed a very calm young man, and there are very few young people like him among the nobles—"

"Not necessarily, Tiny," the silver-haired girl's eyes flashed, "I knew there was another one, and he let me know that the blood of the ancestral nobles of Eruin had not yet been drained, so there was still hope for this ancient kingdom." ”

"It's rare to hear you compliment a man like that, Griffithine."

The half-elf princess rarely answered her friend's words, and she thought of the young man who had beaten Verwell, and she had confirmed that he had not come here with Freya—what a mysterious fellow.

She didn't know where the other party was now, what he was doing, but she had a faint hunch in her heart that the young man might not be willing to be lonely, and he would soon appear in everyone's field of vision again.

As for what kind of posture?

The silver-haired girl smiled in her heart, throwing away the strange idea.

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