Duke Carey ordered Eric to replace the chief of the palace guard and fight with Shail's guards, and Eric, as a retainer, naturally complied, and on the surface, even if the other party relied on potions to improve his strength to the eighth order, it was only the same as Eric's current strength, and those who practiced martial arts have always pursued the principle of 'the one with enough experience in the same level wins'. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A novice who has just advanced wants to challenge the seniors who have been in the same level for many years basically don't want to get any bargains, but the Pilo on the opposite side who claims to have defeated the powerhouse of the Holy Order, the momentum on his body is too evil, and people have to wonder if he has hidden his strength and pretends to be a low-level guard, but in fact he is a famous eighth-order master, otherwise the fighting spirit exuded by his body is no less than that of a powerhouse at the peak of the eighth order, and if this is really the effect that the potion can achieve, then the truth is probably even more terrifying.

Eric and the chief guard glanced at each other, feeling encouragement and resonance in each other's eyes, nodded slightly, and walked out first. He is more familiar with the environment than anyone else in his own house, and naturally knows that it is inconvenient to compete indoors, and the preferred venue is the martial arts arena in the inner courtyard, so as a person participating in the competition, he will take the first step.

Then Duke Carey got up and invited him, and everyone followed the servant's lead to the arena, and on the way, Ronnie Holland, the chief of the palace guard, who was next to Vincent, held his hand on the saber tightly, and the scabbard of Nanmu rattled slightly. As a strong man, it is naturally very depressing to not have the opportunity to use his strength to justify his name when he is provoked, but he also understands that his identity is too sensitive, not only limited by his duties, but can only regard the personal safety of the king as the only priority, and as the face of the royal guard, he can't afford to lose at all!

Otherwise, once you lose in the competition, you will lose more than your own face, if you feel that the combat power of the Gongwei royal family is so weak, within seven days, the joke of the incompetence of the warriors of the Aixin Empire will spread throughout the continent. That's why Duke Carey launched Eric's top post in time, not that he felt sure he would win, but that it didn't matter if he changed his identity even if he lost. It's just that even in order to take care of the overall situation, Ronnie's heart is still very unhappy, the only thing he can do now is to silently cheer for Eric in his heart, and with his understanding of this tough guy who has fought with him a few times, even if the situation in front of him looks difficult, I believe that the number one master of the Duke's Mansion will not fall into his name of 'Wind Sword'.

After everyone appeared in the arena one after another, Eric and Pilo stood up and adjusted their breath, since it was not a friendly exchange of nature, there was no need to do too much politeness, and after looking at each other, they tacitly set off to fight.

As soon as the weapons used by the two sides were handed over, Eric felt a strong vibration force along the sword body to the hands holding the handle, and the slightly numb touch made Eric can't help but re-estimate the strength of the opponent. The opponent's one-handed broadsword can resist the weight of his two-handed broadsword while putting more pressure on himself, and the increase in strength brought by the potion is terrifying.

After a few hard encounters, Eric was suppressed and retreated, making the scene look very weird, a man with a small weapon used brute force to suppress the heavy weapon and kept chasing, and Eric's hands began to be a little insensitive after the constant impact of this section of power.

For a moment, the force in his hand loosened a little, and the battle that was not dominant in the first place made his weapon move quickly by the opponent, but under the force of his hands outward, the edge of the two-handed sword slid the opponent's sword to the side, and then suddenly bounced away the offensive that had been deformed and exhausted by the opponent.

Then he quickly rotated his body with the center of gravity on the hilt of the sword, so that the blade of the sword was raised from behind him and rotated on his head, and the speed and power of the sword dance were increased to its own extreme with the help of the distance of the swing, and just by listening to the air pressure humming sound generated by the surrounding air, you can know how powerful this move is.

Although Pilo is confident in his own strength, he will never dare to lightly sweep his edge in the face of such an attack, even if he can resist one and a half moves with the brute force strengthened by brute medicine, but the one-handed sword in his hand is not a divine blade, and the slender sword body will inevitably break on the spot under the powerful force, knowing that he can't fight hard, so he also reacted extremely quickly and jumped back, and this slight hesitation made his chest and abdomen narrowly brush the flying blade to avoid this blow.

But he didn't have time to collect his mind, because Eric's sword didn't wait for the castration to completely subside after a rapid sweep, and it was incredibly slashed back, although he was puzzled, but Pi's movements did not hesitate, and he bowed down with both knees to let Eric's attack pass over his head, and at the same time, the sword in his hand was not idle, and he slashed directly towards Eric's lower three ways to break the opponent's attack.

It's just that the next moment of change made him have to retract his movements and turn over to the side to avoid it a little embarrassed, and as his figure withdrew, Eric's big sword slashed straight at the position he had just stopped, and the cut of the blade embedded in the bluestone ground and the not too loud sound all showed how amazing the speed of this sword was, but considering the speed of the sword that had just slashed Pierro's head and the swift reaction that Pyro had always shown, the technique used in the transition between the two moves with almost no gap was still incredible.

With the offensive and defensive implications of the situation on the field, it was now Eric's turn to show a strange scene, a big man with a two-handed heavy sword was overwhelming and tired of dodging the side using light weapons with extremely fast moves and movements.

"What a quick move! The name of the Wind Sword is indeed worthy of its name. Rheinter, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, praised, but except for the chief of the palace guard, Ronnie, who was thoughtful, the others could not see more ways than to judge the advantages and disadvantages of the situation.

Eric, who was in the game, was getting smoother and smoother, and his heart was getting more and more confident, just as he had predicted before, even if the other party would really bless the strength of the peak of the eighth order under the medicine, he would have a great chance of winning.

Because as a high-level combat profession, he knows that the essence of advancing to the eighth order is not to continue to strengthen the stock of fighting qi and the quality of the body, but to turn to the sharpening of martial arts and the perception of skills, like he is not easy to make a name for himself in the empire as a heavy swordsman, because people's physical strength is limited after all, wielding a big sword beyond the weight range of normal weapons will bring a lot of burden to the body, and whether you hone your body as thick as mountains and rivers or as powerful as a demonic beast, there is a category of parts that you cannot exercise, that is, joints。

Although there is no anatomy as the basis to understand the construction principle of the cartilage and tendons in the joints in detail, most experienced martial arts professions can understand the principle that cultivation and actual combat should not be too strong and too old, that is, in order to protect the joints from being affected by overstrain.

When Eric himself realized this problem after advancing to the eighth rank, he was faced with a choice, either to convert the commonly used weapons into light one-handed swords and broadswords, or to deliberately suppress the power of the moves to reduce the force, but he was stubborn by nature and could not accept the shortcomings brought by the two methods, so he found another way, and finally he developed a special move conversion technique.

In fact, this method is also very simple, that is, halfway through the move, just out of the damage range of the attack, completely relax the strength in the hand, and then rely solely on the residual momentum of the weight of the heavy sword itself to complete the second half of the move, so that the residual momentum without the blessing of power dissipates faster, and the saved strength can also prepare the next move in advance and accumulate strength to offset the impact on the flesh between the moves.

I just want to think about it, but in fact, I need to grasp the timing and refine the strength in actual combat to an extremely demanding degree, otherwise the name of 'Wind Sword' is really not a face title that can be earned so easily.

And it is precisely because of this gap in experience between the real eighth-order powerhouse and the first-order promoter that Pilo, who is 'ripe' with Eric noodle medicine, can plan and then act, and strike later!

With the sound of the blade cutting through the cloth and flesh, a splash of blood splashed in the air, and Pilo finally hung a color on his chest. In the crowd watching the battle, everyone in the Aishin Empire had a smile on their faces.

"It's not a real eighth order, and it's normal to lose. You must know that there is no room for falsehood in the face of real strength, and relying on external forces is a crooked way after all, and you can't get to the stage!" Chief Prime Minister Cahill's words were clearly aimed at the initiator of this contest.

But there was no loser's embarrassment on Shail's face, but sneered:

"What's the hurry! The show has just begun, and making this judgment can only mean that you are unheard, because you don't know that the name of this potion is 'Blood Maniah'!"