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Martina is certainly not a Juggernaut. By now, Ian knows all too well about it.

It's just that although she is not a sword saint yet, she is only a thin line away from that realm. If I had to describe it specifically, it would be that my hands were already pressed against the door of the Holy One, and I still lacked the strength to finally push the door open.

This can almost be called a sub-sword master.

Of course, to say that the average Asian Sword Saint can fight against the Sword Saint for a long time, it is undoubtedly just a fantasy. The meaning of the title of Sword Master does not just mean that it has opened the door of the Sage and gained power beyond the mundane. This symbolizes that his swordsmanship has reached a relative end in some aspects, reaching the point of consummation, and there is hardly any flaw to be found.

The Swordsman may be able to compete with the Swordsmaster in a short period of time, but the subtle gap between the perfect and the unperfect cannot be bridged, and in the process of fighting, it will tear apart and become more and more obvious, and eventually the balance will be overturned.

If it were normal, Martina would have fallen into disadvantage at this time.

However, this is not the case.

Her swordsmanship is clearly straightforward, straightforward, and so serious that it seems that she doesn't know how to be flexible. But whenever Ian wants to introduce her into her own rhythm, she tends to sense the danger at the previous moment, and with her own basic skills far beyond ordinary people, she forcibly changes the path of the sword to avoid the dilemma of falling into the trap.

To be honest, Ian really had to admire the female knight in front of him, because if it was an ordinary swordsman, the moment he changed his sword path on his own, the huge flaws exposed by it were enough for him to defeat one of the swords. But the person in front of him, as if he had penetrated all his intentions, successfully avoided all the crises and has been supported until now.

"'Sincerely'?"

After a sword stabbed out and was dodged by the opponent in the slightest way again, Ian blurted out unconsciously as he saw Miss Knight jump out of his attack range.

He knew that the other person understood what he meant.

Sure enough, when Martina set up her attack again, she nodded without concealment.

"Yes. ”

The knight lady smiled calmly, pointed the tip of her sword at her opponent, and rushed forward with indomitable conviction. The momentum contained in this made Ian feel as if he was in a huge battlefield, and at the other end of the battlefield, a heroic female knight was driving the silver-white steed under her, holding a five-meter-long dragon lance, to charge at him from the height of the field.

And in the face of this immersive sword, Ian did not change color in the slightest. As if he had incarnated as the most skillful matador, he raised his sword flat and turned it into a bright red cloth, and the moment the knight lady rushed closer, a sword attached to the opponent's blade, and with a light and gorgeous turn, the piercing edge was directed behind him. 【】

Immediately, he twitched his sword and made a posture that he wanted to take the opportunity to attack the female knight's back. As if she could see behind her, Martina did not hesitate to bow her head and make a tumbling motion, which, though embarrassed, was extremely effective in avoiding the blade that Ian was about to swing, and in an instant she had a chance to regroup.

And so it was. ”

Seeing that the female knight was back in stance, Ian took back the sword he was about to swing.

He had confirmed his suspicions, and at the same time understood that his opponent was far more tricky than he had imagined.

Sincerely, the passive effect of this mental image is far more terrifying than he imagined!

A skilled swordsman can judge the opponent's intentions and the trajectory of his sword swing by the focus of his eyes and the subtle movements before he strikes. And the "Holy Ming" of the Juggernaut can allow them to sense the subtle emotions of the opponent, so as to further judge the opponent's intentions.

However, the role of "sincerity" is far beyond these two.

It provides direct insight into the intentions of the opponent, resulting in an almost "foresight" effect. She doesn't need to observe her opponent's movements, she doesn't need to pay attention to her opponent's eyes, and she doesn't need to figure out her opponent's thoughts, as long as her opponent swings the sword, she already knows what will happen next.

Excluding some surprises, this is almost as close as predicting the future......

In a sense, as long as she doesn't encounter a crushing gap in strength, then this knight lady is almost undefeated.

Does Ian have such powers?

Yes, he does have overwhelming power.

But would he use it in such a sword fight?

No, just like Fei'er when he was out of the war, whether it was for the dignity of the Sword Saint or for his future achievements, he couldn't, or even should he not allow himself to use that kind of power.

If it had been a year ago, he might have used his strength far beyond the level of the opponent to defeat the opponent in one fell swoop because of his competitiveness, and then he was complacent and smug in the exclamation of the onlookers.

But a year later, this is no longer the case.

Time doesn't make people mature, but experience can. After all that has happened, he may not have become very mature, but he has already understood some truth.

At least.

He knew that strength was not something to show off.

Anyone who sees it as a show-off will be enslaved or discarded by it.

The victory won by crushing the strength is meaningless, winning the opponent, but losing is yourself.

Ian didn't want to be immersed in absolute power, to become a complete waste, to be the bottom of the strongest, and finally be easily pushed to the ground by the latecomers.

"Because then I won't have the face to see her!"

A hint of remembrance crossed Ian's eyes, and the long sword in his hand let out a slight groan at this moment. The soft moan echoed through the green pine forest, and seemed to be confiding in its lover in the twilight.

This made Miss Merchant and the guards behind her change their faces, but it made Miss Knight in front of Ian look excited and agitated.

She is honest and upright, but that doesn't mean she's a fool. Now that she has fought each other, how can she not realize what kind of opponent she is facing?

In fact, irrepressible cheers have long echoed in her spiritual world.

Because she had already stood at the threshold between mortals and sages, she really wanted to know what kind of situation was behind the door. But no matter what, she couldn't have imagined that this opportunity could come so suddenly and so strangely!

She actually met a Juggernaut here!

Yes.

Whether it is swordsmanship or state of mind, the young man in front of him, who is only seventeen or eighteen years old, is a real sage of swords! Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.