The well-trained and taciturn human army let out a commotion of fear. The guards directly under them are all carefully selected in the army, and they will not fail to see what this knife represents.

The lieutenant of the team leader gritted his teeth, "Flying axe!" ", he shouted.

The Imperial Army was strictly disciplined, and the two guards who were behind suppressed the fear in their hearts and threw the throwing axes in their hands at the elves with all their strength.

This kind of enemy melee combat is definitely not fun, try long-range strikes.

This black iron axe, a half-handed flying axe with a wooden axe handle, is a sharp weapon for humans to deal with elves. It doesn't have the range and accuracy of an elven longbow, but it has the unmatched lethality of an arrow.

It's just the best way to deal with the elves of the common leather armor.

Lucieu dropped the hilt of the knife in her hand, and pressed her fingertips twice in front of her.

Bite! Bite!

Two crisp crashing sounds.

The two hovering axes bounced back the way they came—at ten times the speed at which they came.

The axe-thrower didn't even have time to scream in terror before he was struck by his own throwing axe. The powerful kinetic energy was transmitted to the body through the throwing axe, and the two were blasted into smithereens.

"My patience is limited." Lucieu said lightly, "Let your guards leave." ”

This time, no one took her words as air anymore. The soldiers looked at each other, then at Clifford, who was grim-faced.

"Get out of here." The Major General jumped off his horse, hesitated, and handed the reins of the gray zebra to the other lieutenant, "Feed it." ”

The soldiers looked at the general gratefully, and then hurried away without looking back.

"Well, mighty and mysterious lady, what is there to say, can be said now." Seeing that the soldiers had gone away, Major General Clifford smiled helplessly, "I said in advance, if it is the glory of the elves, please avoid it." I wouldn't think that the Singh elves would be more noble than humans. ”

Lucie coldly spat out two words:

"Draw your sword!"

With a bitter face, Clifford drew his knight's dagger and attacked the invincible enemy. He thought he would be cut in two, like the two unlucky ones lying on the ground.

But to his surprise, the other party used a scimitar to wipe off his diagonal split. The tip of the scimitar was only a light stroke, and Clifford made his strength unsteady, and the knight's dagger came out of his hand.

"Can't hold your weapons steadily? You are not a descendant of the elves of Aya, you are a descendant of goblins! The young and beautiful foe laughed wildly, and the knight's dagger was circled in mid-air by a scimitar, but it did not land. Whether human or elven, cherishing weapons is a basic act of conduct. Goblins are the only ones on the continent who throw weapons in their hands - they are either sticks or rocks anyway, and they are worthless.

The topic of bloodline successfully angered the half-elf, "Shut up! He roared angrily, caught the knight's short sword thrown by the other party, and attacked again.

This time, he is no longer impetuous, but instead serious and cautious. He was no longer blind, his short sword was level with his eyebrows, and he slowly lowered his center of gravity, looking for the other party's flaws.

Lucie didn't care about holding the knife flower, and she didn't urge. The scimitar flipped up and down in her hand, and for a split second, the scimitar flipped to an unstoppable angle.

Now is the time!

Clifford keenly grasped the moment, and this time the shortsword was not a powerful slash, but a faster thrust. If it is an evenly matched opponent, it will inevitably be too late to turn the scimitar back.

But he forgot that the other party still had a hand.

Lucieu's other hand flipped out a dagger, pinpointing the thrust of the knight's dagger. At this time, the flaw exposed by the scimitar just now became a trap, the short sword was opened by the dagger, and Clifford happened to be unsuspecting and exposed to the scimitar's slashing path.

He was whipped off by the back of the scimitar and rolled into the mud. Beautiful cloaks and armor were stained with muddy water.

"First point", Lucieu casually picked up a long sword (the dead guard's) and threw it to Clifford, "The advantage of elves is dexterity, so elves are dual-wielding, otherwise you have four phalanges, is it to show off the ring?" ”

"The second point", Lucieu stared at Clifford, who was embarrassed to get up from the mud pit, because he was covered in plate armor, and it was not easy to get up after falling, "You are too heavy! Armor limits your speed. ”

The half-elf gasped twice and began to lift his breastplate and armplate. The muddy water was so slippery that he couldn't untie it after several attempts, and had to cut the lock with a knight's sword.

Clifford was disgraced and embarrassed, and all he was left with was a close-fitting single coat. It was evident that he was very thin, not as strong as he had been in the knight's armor.

"What are you afraid of?" Lucieu took a stance again, "What you lose is your armor, but what you gain is the whole world. ”

Clifford has a long sword in one hand and a short sword in the other, and is ready to attack with the same posture as the other party.

The sky was dark, and black ash was falling.

The half-elf couldn't stand this kind of confrontation, roared angrily, and stepped forward to attack. The longsword slashed at Lucieu with a speed of three points faster than usual.

The female elf smiled slightly, raised her little hand, and used the dagger to hold the long sword again.

Then the scimitar of the other hand slashed at Clifford.

It's the same trick that just shot Clifford, but this time it's different.

Clifford's other dagger was able to block Lucire's scimitar in front of him—the same trick Lucire's.

Although it was said that there could be no distractions during the battle, the half-elf Clifford was still taken aback. He changed his status as a slave, and after entering the upper echelons of the empire, he has always received orthodox knightly training.

He has definitely never practiced the trick of dual-wielding weapons, especially the trick of attacking with one hand and defending with the other.

Just now, he relied entirely on instinct to block the slash from the enemy's scimitar.

Or, something deeper than instinct – a gift from the other half's bloodline.

Clifford had a miserable childhood, and he cherished his hard-won life very much. He trained hard at the Special Military Academy, working harder than other half-elves, so he was promoted to major general at a young age. In this operation to encircle and suppress the Singh elves, he commanded the half-elf troops.

He has always been very confident in his martial arts, but there are some questions that have been haunting his heart, and the martial arts instructor cannot answer them.

For example, the choice between blocking and dodging, in many cases, Clifford felt that dodging would be more effective than blocking. However, the knight course is dominated by blocking, and dodging is considered a sign of cowardice and lack of confidence.

Now, these questions have been answered - he shouldn't wear steel armor.

The half-elves became more and more courageous the more they fought, swinging their swords faster and faster, and even showed superb skills in switching between attack and defense with both hands. He has a solid foundation and a lot of talent, but he is on the wrong path.

What he lacks is a guide.

Lucieu nodded, she defused Clifford's attack with one move, and still had the energy to point.

"Your pace is slow, it's slowing you down, you can go faster!"

"Because the ground is all mud and sucks my feet." Clifford gasped, "It's a bad environment. ”

At this time, where the two fought, the ground was muddy. Clifford struggled through the mud of varying shades, and his ability to maintain his balance was a testament to his solid foundation.

"Unfavorable environment?" Lucie smiled, "Elves don't have an adverse environment. ”

As he said this, Clifford slashed with his sword. And in order to strengthen his speed and strength, he even gave up his defenses and pressed down on the hilt of the long sword with his short sword.

Lucieu pulled her defenses away, and she spread her hands. Just when the half-elf thought the sword would work, Lucieu ducked the sword with a large back.

What's even more incredible is that she didn't lose her balance because of this, but immediately regained her balance like a tumbler, and then slapped Clifford away with the back of her knife.

"Is this magic?"

The half-elf struggled to get up again from the mud, a little unconvinced. A person leans back more than seventy degrees like a tumbler and then immediately bounces back, this is not a martial art.

"It's sludge."

Lucieu pointed to her feet, now deep in the mud. The mud that restricted the half-elf's pace became Lucieu's help, and she had the incredible dodge she had just now.

"Elves are the darlings of nature, but many foreigners think that nature is just the forest. Elves are powerful not only for dexterity and longevity, but for us to adapt and take advantage of any natural environment. Whether it's a forest, an ocean or a desert, whether it's magma or a swamp, or even... Sewer. ”

Clifford got up without saying a word, this time instead of fighting the muddy ground, he used his legs to feel the breath of nature and try to go with the flow.

After dozens of moves, Clifford suddenly slashed with a sword. On the surface, this sword was no different from the moves that had just failed to return, but Lucie's eyes burst into a stunning light.

"Beautiful!"

It turned out that in the process of picking up the sword, Clifford suddenly slipped under his feet. The small accident that would have made the sword momentum dissipate was used by him on the spot, and instead made the speed of the sword swing three points faster.

It's really amazingly talented, worthy of that man's child, Lucie secretly praised.

However, Clifford's quick three-point shot disrupted Lucieu's defense a bit, and she had suppressed her strength at the same level as Clifford's or even slightly weaker. In the face of the sudden acceleration of the opponent of the balance of power, she originally held the scimitar in her backhand to block the sword, but now it has failed.

The slight danger triggered the Sith's instinctive counterattack, and Lucieu's form changed in an instant. At the moment when the long sword reached her body, the female elf turned into an awkward stance of attacking from the side behind, and the scimitar was hanging low on her side.

Bite!

The longsword struck the scimitar with a crisp crashing sound.

After failing to strike, Clifford immediately stepped forward to continue the attack. However, to his surprise, time stopped!

He kept the same posture as if he had hit the scimitar, and he couldn't move at all!

The next breath was another "Ding!" ”

The surging force fed back from the scimitar along the longsword to Clifford, and he was swept away neatly, and the weapon was once again unhanded.

He fell hard into the mud and lay on his back for a long time before he regained his senses.

"Hey, this isn't martial art!" The half-elf gave up resistance and turned his back to the sky.

Time stopped just now, hey! If you tell me again, this is an elven sword technique, and I will despise you.

Lucieux smiled and put away her scimitar.

"To be exact, this is still pure martial arts, but not elven martial arts." She walked over and pulled Clifford up, "If you can force me to make a move, you'll be counted." Now let's get down to business. ”

"No, I think you'd better tell me about that counterattack first."

The half-elf is a person with a heart, and he loses inexplicably. It's just that the other party is a master, and there are many means. But the other party said that this is a martial art, then it is different.

He originally thought that the samurai's skills had a limit, and that there were up to 100 enemies. If you want to go further, you need to serve a god devotionally and become a holy warrior blessed by a god. The gods will lend their power to such warriors and become powerful figures that can rival even mages.

Clifford has been thinking about Tyre, the god of justice, lately.

But now someone had shown him another way, a warrior path that did not depend on any god at all. Angelis could give up the elves in desperation, and Cclifford didn't think any god could really be relied upon.

"Well, since you want to know so." For various reasons, Lucieu had to try her best to explain, "That move just now is called absolute defense, which can theoretically defend against an attack of any intensity and completely bounce back. ”

She paused: "I learned it from a little white-haired bastard. ”

"Any intensity?!" Clifford exclaimed, "For example, the siege crossbow is fine?" ”

Lucieu didn't answer the question, but smiled. The smile was full of mockery, and Clifford was flustered by the laughter.

Siege Greatbow? Lucieu's anti-counter can even bounce back the main gun of the Star Destroyer, and the siege giant crossbow is XX.

"I don't think you'll learn this, but give it a try." Lucieu patiently explained the principle of absolute defense, "When a warrior is in the moment of life and death, such as the moment when the blade is about to reach him, he will gain more concentration. Clifford, if one day you encounter such a desperate situation, it would be a waste to try to shift the focus and not focus on survival. It's about putting this precious focus on perceiving the world.

Touching the real existence of the world with your soul, forcing the world to submit for a short time with absolute concentration and strong will, twisting the rules of the real world with your will in that moment, reflecting all attacks - this is the principle of absolute defense. ”

Clifford's eyes widened and he used his will to force the world to submit?

You call this martial arts?!

Seeing him stunned like this, Lucieu remembered the past and couldn't help but laugh. She reached out and touched Clifford's face:

"Your mother is Selen Vier, right? You look alike. ”