If little Tully had a real sword in his hand, no one would have doubted that he would have been able to stab Rhodes through the sword. But in the exclamation of some female spectators www.biquge.info Rhodes, who seemed to have no room to retreat, avoided the tip of the sword with an unbelievably agile sidestep sideways, held a half-broken sword in his right hand to hold the opponent's weapon, and clenched his fingers into a fist with his left hand, which was delivered out like lightning, and could not be corrected to slam the young nobleman's exposed chest, mercilessly blasting him away.

There is no better way to understand the importance of skill than to experience it firsthand. If Tully Jr. pressed steadily, Rhodes would either be kicked out of the arena, or he would have forcibly blocked with a half-cut sword at a huge disadvantage, and barely got out at the cost of a possible sprained wrist, but in the chaos, he had an idea, imitating Heri's style and pretending to reveal a small flaw, and sure enough, he easily deceived the inexperienced opponent and reversed the form in one fell swoop.

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In the stands, a crowd of experts and high-level spectators all showed amazed expressions - for those who could see the situation in the field, Rhodes's means of reversing the disadvantage in the face of danger in the unexpected lightning and flint were wonderful, and for those who could not see the specific process clearly, such as the princess, they only felt that the slender young man named Rorik somehow forced his opponent out of the way, and returned to the center of the arena to stand straight in front of the much stronger little Tully, with a broken sword in his hand. The appearance is so chic and handsome, under the bright sunlight, the thick dark gray hair shines like the deepest luster of the best quality anthracite, scattered in front of the forehead, and it is a heroic appearance that is the enemy of the beast, which makes the girl's heart burst.

Pretending to make a mistake or being defeated to seduce the enemy, this important skill in swordsmanship, Grom naturally taught him, but the great swordsman himself is accustomed to overwhelming people with force, and Rhodes happens to be born with good strength, drawing scoops according to gourds, and the fighting style of one old and one young is almost the same, and he has never used the technique of luring the enemy seriously...... Until Ciri came along.

After a few sessions with the self-proclaimed apprentice witcher, and then watching her flexible posture and dazzling combat style when competing with other contestants, Rhodes found that "skill" can completely replace the core idea of the battle under the condition that the physical fitness is not too different, and Ciri's strength is not greater than that of ordinary people, but relying on exquisite posture movements and unloading skills, he can still easily subdue strong enemies, and even higher in terms of ornamentation.

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The light armor has a good anti-puncture effect, but the ability to isolate the force is extremely poor, and little Tully only felt that he was hit in the chest by a galloping horse under Rod's punch, and his firm will could not stop the physiological instinctive reaction under the attack. He could no longer grasp the weapon that had been deliberately clenched from beginning to end, and the wooden sword staggered back from his hand, and his heart stopped beating for a few seconds with difficulty breathing, and he almost thought he was going to die. I took a moment to catch my breath and slowly recovered.

"Tell you to hold it tightly. Rhodes didn't pursue, shrugged his shoulders innocently, and unleashed his taunting abilities with all his might, which he was not good at.

There is no rule in the youth martial arts competition that the weapon will be lost when it is taken off, but the contestants usually will not be entangled at this point - they can be beaten away if they have weapons, and they can turn the tables without weapons?

Rhodes held the half-sword and looked at the other man playfully, waiting for him to withdraw from the court line and concede. It's a pity that it ushered in another wave of accidents, and even cheating failed to change the ending, and anger engulfed the young nobleman's reason. He actually stretched out his hands and muttered a series of sentences that were very familiar to Rod, and a red fireball appeared and flew out of his hand, flying towards the young man holding the half-broken sword!

There was an exclamation from the audience again, people in this era were basically born in the dry spell era at the end of the Fifth Age of Magic, and many of them were seeing real spells cast for the first time, plus they were worried about Rod's safety, and the scene suddenly became a mess. Grom also rubbed his feet from the audience, he was an authority on swordsmanship, and he knew Rod's skills, so he was not nervous even when he saw the boy's weapon break, but this time he couldn't sit still - he had no experience in dealing with mages!

"Father, I remember that combat spells were not allowed in this tournament. In the midst of the princess's undisguised questioning, King Elite really sank his face, he had come to watch the young men show their skills and release their youth and vitality, not to see the farce.

"This ......," said Duke Tully, sweating from his forehead, not knowing how to exonerate his son. This bastard boy, even if he can't win, it's just a small regret, no one dares to look down on him because of this, but using this method can leave a bad impression on the princess.

The fireball waited for no one, and as the upper stands watched the game talked, it seemed to fly slowly towards its target. Rhodes was indeed a little panicked - after all, this was the first time in his life that he had dealt with a spell attack head-on, and the size and speed of this fireball were at the beginner's level, but after all, it was a lethal spell, although it was easy to dodge, but if it flew into the crowd of spectators not far behind him and injured someone, it would not be beautiful.

After a moment's hesitation, he decided to stop the fireball, such an orange-sized red fireball could still blow himself up. Standing still, holding the remnant sword and keeping an eye on the trajectory of the small fireball, the moment it flew close to the three-meter range, Rod threw the half-meter-long jousting sword in his hand with all his might, and then quickly dodged to the side......

"Boom-" The fireball was stabbed by the broken sword, and the spell structure suddenly disintegrated under the disturbance, and exploded in a muffled sound, venting the magical energy contained in it without reservation, and the firelight instantly covered Rhodes's figure.

"Ahh

"Sasha!" King Elite slapped the table in the stands, and the chief court mage sitting behind him reacted immediately, falling from the stands and rushing into the arena in a flash of light.

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Half of the wooden sword was blown to pieces by the fireball, and it splattered towards the boy with high temperatures. The pendant hanging from his neck flickered imperceptibly under his clothes, emitting several magical fields to block all the threatening residues, leaving only the hot air flow from the flames to inevitably pounce on Rod, burning his face and retreating...... Not long ago, I was envious of the scar on Ciri's face, but now I'm afraid I have it. After stumbling a few steps, he stood firm, and tried to open his eyes, although his vision was fine, but the pain in his face made the boy suspect that he was disfigured.

Things are only precious when they are lost, as a boy who worships heroes, Rhodes never thinks that it is a particularly glorious thing to look good, but no matter how he doesn't care, it is also the face given by his parents, and he will follow his face for a lifetime, where is the turn of others to abuse it at will? In anger, he lost all his mind, and with a roar, a fireball bigger and brighter than the other party emerged from his hand, at this moment, his mind was full of killing the other party!

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The court mage was too late to catch the first fireball, but she caught up with Rod's unreasonable counterattack, and she blocked the frightened little Tully and cast a spell shield to protect the two of them, while firing a purple spell light, hitting the fireball and dissolving it halfway through.

"Boom-" was Grom's voice, who was farther away from the arena than the female mage, but arrived almost at the same time, unceremoniously landing on the ground and stepping on two footprints in the arena to hold Rhodes.

"Grom, how is my face?" the boy asked in a panicked tone, unable to pretend to be cool now.

"It's okay, it's good. Grom looked away from the boy's hand, and only a few strands of hair were permed, and his face was red from the heat, but nothing was wrong. Relieving his heart, he turned his head to look at the female mage who was protecting the other teenager opposite, and forcibly endured the killing intent: "If this child makes any mistakes, I can't guarantee what will happen." ”

"Isn't it okay, Duke Tully is on the stage, fooling what he can. The female mage was intimidated by the momentum on Grom's body, although the man in front of her was not armed, but if she wanted to mess around, she was afraid that she could only protect herself, so she held back her temper and persuaded at the moment: "The king will give an explanation, take the child back to the rest area." ”

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"Rod, are you alright?" Ciri nervously greeted him and gently helped the boy to sit down, if it weren't for her, Rhodes wouldn't have participated in this competition, and if something really happened, she would have to die of guilt.

"It's okay...... it's okay" A moment ago, he still felt that the sky was going to fall, but since there was nothing to do, he naturally had to pretend to be strong in front of Hiri, and pulled his hair in a chic manner: "It's just that I've lost some hair." ”

The girl breathed a sigh of relief and squeezed out a smile to comfort him: "It's okay, I'm still handsome even if I burn my hair." ”

"I'd like to get a scar too. ”

"Don't be stubborn!, I ask you, did I teach you how to deal with magic like this?" Grom interrupted the conversation between the two young men, glaring, "Either hide or use spells as well, but instead of stabbing that fireball, do you want to give all the citizens of Sardenburg a false demonstration of how to deal with spells?"

"I don't know......" Rhodes thought back to the situation just now, and couldn't remember for a moment why he had stabbed the fireball, only feeling that he had a ridiculous dream, but fortunately woke up in time: "There is someone behind me." ”

"How many times have I told you!" Grom raised his voice in hatred, "If something happened to you just now, can your father kill all the people in the world with the surname Tully?" First of all, he relied on his strength to crush and repeatedly tease each other, and when people impulsively fouled you, you hit it on top, and you committed two of the major taboos of the competition!"

"I was wrong...... I was a little panicked just now. ”

"Fortunately, it's okay this time, it's not too much of a loss to learn this lesson with a handful of hair as tuition. If Dieter were here, he would definitely shout that he wouldn't let you participate in the ...... in the first place."

"I said I shouldn't have participated in this tournament!" Dieter and the others hurried into the lounge, slamming the door open, and roaring loudly, loud enough to be heard next door. "Did it hurt anywhere?"

Seeing everyone looking at him with strange faces, the businessman's heart jumped, and he thought that the situation was not optimistic, so he hurriedly came over to check on the young man's situation.

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