Chapter Thirty-Nine: The duel continues

In the eyes of the spectators in the stands, Llorist in the ring at the moment can be described as extremely embarrassed. The bandage on the left shoulder was mostly stained red with red blood, and the bandage on the right rib was not only red but even began to drip blood. The whole person was sweating profusely, crumbling, and his face was getting paler and paler, as if he could knock him to the ground with just one more force, and abandon his sword and admit defeat.

But Lorist still stands tall in the ring, his eyes resolute. The right hand hangs from the injury to the right rib, and only occasionally uses some force when holding the sword with both hands. The left-handed long sword swings freely, grid, pick, frame, block, lead, roll, sweep, split, stab, wind, point, hang, all kinds of swordsmanship mellow and natural, it is not much worse than the right hand when holding the sword.

In the face of the opponent's fierce and violent attack, Lorist is like a green pine standing proudly in the storm, no matter how strong the wind and rain can not make him bow his head, and like a majestic reef on the seaside, no matter how fierce the waves that beat over, the end is still to smash, but he can't do anything.

The opponent was also panting, and the continuous rapid attacks made this swordsman of the Silver Peak a little weak, he used a two-handed sword, and he was already heavy on attack but not on defense. Lorist was able to fend off his attack with a sword in his left hand for about ten minutes, which had surprised him. Whether it was his fellow academy colleagues or the opponents he had encountered outside the academy, there were only a few who could hold on to his onslaught for so long. What's more, the Lorist he is facing now is just a black iron rank swordsman.

"What are you doing? Idiot! Don't let him get angry, guerrilla, go around behind this bastard! He's bleeding! He won't last long, don't stop, keep attacking, keep pushing and we'll win!

From the stands, there was a thunderous roar from the Weston Dean of San Marceau, who had long been unable to sit still, stood up and yelled at the ring, without any regard for his own identity and the sideways glances of others.

Today is the day of the House Duel, and the fifteenth house that is in turn is the San Marceau Academy, the sworn enemy of the Dawn Academy, and it is no wonder that Dean Weston is so gaffe and nervous, because it is the twentieth and final duel that is now taking place in the ring. The Silver Swordsman on the field was already the only one of the twenty Silver Sects from San Marceau Academy who had not yet been defeated. In Dean Weston's eyes, the hope of defeating Dawn Academy and saving the failed fate of San Marceau Academy lies in this Silver Teacher, and his opponent is Lorist at the end of the crossbow.

The Silver Instructor on the field obeyed Dean Weston's orders and began to circle Lorist in search of an opportunity to attack. And Lorist coped with it simply, with his left foot as support and his right foot moving slightly, the whole person was always face to face with the opponent, not letting him go around to his side.

"Attack! What are you still grinding, that bastard has no power to fight back! Hurry up and attack, we will win in no time!" Dean Weston in the stands pointed again.

"Kill!" the silver sect shouted loudly, and the group pounced.

"Hmph!" Lorist snorted coldly, without flinching, and tapped the long sword in his left hand, pointing to the flaw in the opponent's sword momentum.

The silver teaches the variant, changing the thorn to sweeping. Lorist's long sword hung diagonally, and he took this trick hard.

"Zheng, Zheng, Zheng......" The two swords are like striking iron, dense and crisp. After dozens of moves, the silver swordsman retreated, his sword recuperated, and Lorist's expression became even more aggrieved, and his body staggered.

"Ha, attack, attack, he's running out of energy, he's going to be finished, haha!" Dean Weston in the stands was almost singing and dancing, dancing with his hands and his face flushed with excitement.

The silver sect pounced again, slashing horizontally with both swords, and the sword momentum opened and closed.

Lorist blocked the parry, and the water in the guard was impassable, but the strength of the long sword in his left hand was getting weaker and weaker.

The silver teacher was overjoyed in his heart, and with a force, Lorist's long sword was shattered with a "Zheng", and the empty door was exposed.

The two-handed sword slashed straight down, and Lorist had no time to return the sword to parry.

"Won ......" Baiyin Jiaoxi breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's a win!" Dean Weston clenched his fists.

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Lorist took a step back......

This was the last duel with the Academy of San Marceau, and it had been almost fifteen minutes since it began. In the past fifteen minutes, Lorist has been suffering from the stormy attacks of the Silver Sect, no counterattack, just defending, defending in place, not moving a step, and has been defending passively. So much so that all the men, under the dizzying fierce attacks and tight defenses, forgot that Lorist could move. His opponent, the Silver Teacher, had also forgotten.

Lorist took a step back, his sword grazing his clothes with both hands and slashing straight at the floor of the ring. The disintegrated left-handed sword made a wonderful arc in the air, resting lightly on the neck of the silver teacher.

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"Locke has won!" Fat announced loudly in the ring.

"Bang Chang" Bai Yin's two-handed sword fell to the ground, he reached out to cover his face, tears continued to drip down, and he actually cried in the ring.

There were disappointments, exclamations, and applause from the stands, which gradually joined together and finally resounded throughout the indoor training hall. This is the audience's tribute to Llorist and the fact that he has been able to hold on to his unbeaten run despite injury.

Dean Weston still stood in the stands with his hands clenched into fists, from great joy to great sorrow, from heaven to hell, the speed of the change made him unable to accept the facts in front of him, his eyes were red, his forehead was bruised, and his face was hideous, and he said to himself: "How can you stand back, how can you stand back......

A few teachers and assistants from San Marceau's College next to him wanted to go up to persuade them, but they were afraid of being angered, so they could only stay aside and watch stupidly.

The silver instructor in the ring also felt a little embarrassed to cry in public like this, wiped away his tears and walked down, not even taking the two-handed sword thrown on the ground. Who knew that before he had walked a few steps, he heard a chaos behind him, and when he turned around, he saw that the Locke teacher couldn't support it, and fell to the ground and passed out. Several students from Dawn Academy were helping and shouting, hurriedly looking for stretchers and preparing to carry them to the infirmary.

This will stimulate this silver teacher, if I don't listen to the dean, I will fight a protracted battle with him...... If I don't attack so quickly and rush to the end, just hold on a little longer, then the winner ...... For a while, this silver teacher felt aggrieved and extremely regretful, and couldn't control his emotions and knelt in the ring crying......

The scene of Lorist being carried off the ring on a stretcher in a coma even more irritated Dean Weston in the stands, just a little bit, just a little bit, and if he insisted on not attacking him, he would fall by himself! Dean Weston only felt so aggrieved that he couldn't breathe through his chest. In a fit of rage, Dean Weston suddenly grabbed a chair and smashed the chairs around him, scaring the people next to him into running away, thinking that he was crazy......

Telman entered the hospital after instructing the law enforcement team to guard the door and not let outsiders in. Sure enough, there was a chicken-flying dog-like chaos inside, Lorist cursed Shi Fatzi while pulling the bandages on his body, who told Shi Fatzi to get two pig urine bubbles in the morning and pour chicken blood into the bandages, saying that the bleeding from the wound after such a fierce exercise looks more realistic, and the deception is more professional. Lorist didn't think it either, and agreed.

Who knew that the pig's urine bubble was broken, the chicken blood flowed out, and the bandage was red, which looked very realistic, but more chicken blood coagulated on the bandage, making the body itchy and itchy, and Lorist couldn't stand it in the ring, and reached out to grab it. When others saw Lorist in the ring, his face was pale and sweaty, they thought that he had relapsed from his injury, but how did they know that it was all sweat from itching.

Finally untied the bandage and scratched the itch happily, Lorist breathed a sigh of relief: "It's itching to me, I didn't expect this itching to be so unbearable, just now in the ring, I wanted my opponent to come to me where I itched." ”

Telman picked up the fine linen towel in the hot water bucket, wrung it out, walked over and vigorously wiped the remaining chicken blood clotted parts of Lorist's body, and said: "The bandage in the morning is too tight and not breathable, and after the chicken blood flows out, except for the condensation left by the red bandage, it is rubbed against the skin into powder, and it is not itchy when it enters the pores of the skin, and it is a shame for you to endure until the end of the duel." ”

"But your last duel performance was so wonderful, if I hadn't known you weren't hurt, I would have thought you couldn't hold on. How did you come up with the idea of taking a step back? Everyone thinks you're going to lose, who thinks you can take a step back and turn defeat into a victory. ”

"Hehe," Lorist laughed, "I dragged on for so long in my last duel just to give the illusion that I couldn't move, and that I could only stand still and resist the parry, as if I would lose and fall to the ground if I left my position." No matter how ferocious the opponent's attack is, I can only stand still and not move, so that after a long time, everyone will not think that I will suddenly move, and the opportunity to win will appear. Compared to swords, it is not only about swordsmanship, but also about the mind. The more critical it is, the more important it is to keep a calm and emotional mind. ”

Telman thought silently for a while, he knew that it was Lorist who was pointing him, and said sincerely: "Thank you." ”

When Fat Man entered, everyone was huddled in the infirmary drinking Michels, which Dean Levins had just sent to Lorliste to reward him for his outstanding performance in the morning duel with San Marceau, which made Dean Levins very angry. Then the reward was confiscated by Telman and the others, and in line with the principle of blessing and suffering, you should cook it directly in the treatment room of the infirmary.

"Good news, good news...... "Shi Fatzi was elated.

"What's the good news? Telman said.

"Didn't Locke Jr. pretend to be unconscious and be carried off the field after the duel, which irritates the people of San Marceau's Academy. The dueling silver cult collapsed, crying like a child in the ring. Dean Weston went berserk in the stands, picked up a chair and smashed it, and finally vomited blood and fainted, and only regained his breath after first aid. When Dean Levins put him in the carriage, he comforted Dean Weston on the stretcher and said, "Don't worry, the bill for your destruction will be sent to San Marceau." As a result, Dean Weston vomited blood and fell into a coma. I just heard that Dean Weston will have to stay in bed for at least half a year to recover. Isn't that good news?"

"Cut, this is good news for the old fox above, what does it have to do with us. Telman said disdainfully.

Lorist finished drinking the Michels in the cup and said to Shi Fatzi: "It's been more than an hour since I entered the infirmary, it's time to send me back." ”

So they bandaged Lorist again, put him on a stretcher, and carried him across the academy to the Golden Residence.

Shi Fatzi said: "Dean Levins has decided to stop tomorrow's external challenge day for one day, so that others will believe that you are really injured. Moreover, he also sent someone to discuss with the remaining twelve academies whether they could postpone the academy duel for a period of time. Although those academies will not agree to this request, the academy can't help but do it, and the dead old man said that he has to play a full set of acts, and he can't show a little bit of his feet. ”

Lorist closed his eyes while enjoying the swaying of the stretcher, and scolded: "One old and one fat two foxes, the more you cheat people, the more addictive you are." ”

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"The back of the head was slapped, and Locke won. The next challenger is ready to play. Shi Fatzi announced loudly in the ring.

For some reason, the failed challenger focused on Lorlist's sword, all of his moves were directed at the sword, and it seemed that he would not give up until he cut off Lorlist's sword. Lorist deliberately exposed several flaws in his body to lure him into taking the bait, but he ignored them, and fought with Lorlist's long sword with all his heart. So Lorist threw the long sword into the sky, and this guy looked up stupidly, and was bullied by Lorist and slapped him behind the head.

It's too embarrassing to lose. Shi Fatzi couldn't help but laugh, and while directing the law enforcement team members to carry the failed challenger down, he said in a low voice and quickly to Lorist who was standing next to him: "The next challenger on the field is the Santos Irta who worships under the Storm Sword Saint of the Kelia Kingdom, you be careful, the opponents in front of you were instructed by him to adopt stalking tactics in the ring, just to consume your physical strength." His sword ...... quickly"

A young nobleman over there went into the ring with a gorgeous long sword with a scabbard, and stood on the opposite side and bowed to Lorist with great grace: "Dear Locke, I can't imagine that you can really hold out in the ring until the students come to the stage, and it is really surprising to be able to stand in front of the students." It's a pity that the teacher is injured, and it's a pity that he can't fight with the students with all his might. ”

Lorist raised the sword in his hand and signaled the other party not to talk so much nonsense and attack quickly.

But the young aristocrat still stood there and said, "Locke taught and learned, and the separation three years ago made the students unforgettable. In the past three years, whenever I think of the lessons given to my students, I toss and turn and can't sleep at night. In order to repay the kindness of the teaching, the students practiced hard day and night, thinking only about ......"

"Cough, cough, cough. Lorist finally couldn't help it, and coughed a few times to interrupt the other party's chatter: "I said that, well, what's the matter? By the way, Ikita, you're going to stand there and attack me with your nagging until I can't stand it anymore, right?"

"Day, I told you that the boy's name is Sandos Irta, and I told you a few times to be careful that you still don't take it to heart, and you will even remember the name wrong. Shi Fatzi scolded in the audience.

The young nobleman named Sandos Ierta blushed at once, it turned out that the Locke Sect had not taken himself seriously at all, and even called his own name wrong. And he thought he could put pressure on Lorist, and ended up standing here like a fool and doing his own amorous.

"Oh" Irta drew his sword and unsheathed: "Since this is the case, then the student is welcome." ”

Before the words fell, the sword light came like a refining mat, as fast as lightning.

Lorist's eyes froze, the long sword in his left hand swayed out, and the sound of "Zheng Zheng Zheng" sword strikes was endless, and in just an instant, the long sword in the hands of the two had struck each other more than ten times.

The speed of this Ierta's sword is very fast, but most of the techniques he uses are stabbing and picking, and there are few slashing and splitting movements, which although the speed of the sword is accelerated, it leads to the lack of changes in the swordsmanship and is more rigid. Under Lorlist's dynamic vision, no matter how fast the sword is, it can't avoid its movement trajectory being detected, and Lorist easily takes over a wave of attacks.

Irta had done her best, and the sword swirled around Lorist, and the cold stars shrouded Lorist's figure.

In the eyes of the spectators in the stands, Lorist is like a boat in a stormy sea, and the boat will be capsized if he is not careful.

In Ierta's eyes, Lorist was obviously at ease, and his lightning-fast swordsmanship did not pose any threat to him in the slightest. Whenever he was about to hit, Lorist would always slosh, and the sword he stabbed out was often just a fraction of a second, brushing the figure of a person.

The more Irta fights, the more chilled he becomes, he thought that after three years of hard training, he would be able to deal with Lorlist, who would have thought that Lorist was actually more powerful than he imagined. His eyes were cold, and it seemed that he had to make that move, and Ierta's eyes showed a sinister look.

Irta's sudden change of tactics is all a slashing style. Lorist blocks casually to see what other tricks he can make.

With a turn of Ierta's hand, the long sword slapped the blade of the Lorist longsword with the spine of the sword, and with a "ding", the handle of Irta's long sword snapped.

Lorist's sword snapped, but he saw that Irta was still straight with the hilt of his sword.

Before Lorist could figure out what was going on, he heard a sudden "whoosh" and shot a blue blade from the hilt of Ilyta's sword, flying straight towards him......

This change of elbows and armpits, to everyone's surprise, no one expected that the sword hidden in Ierta's sword was still a poisonous sword......

Lorist leaned back quickly, the poisonous blade in the dynamic vision slowly grew larger in front of him, taking a deep breath, Lorist forcibly lowered his head by more than an inch, the poisonous blade almost brushed against his face, and a fishy smell rushed straight to the end of his nose.

"Bang" Lorist was furious, and the fish jumped up and kicked Irta, who thought the poison blade worked, out of the ring, bleeding from his mouth and nose and unconscious, and then beckoned Shi Fatzi to come up and get rid of the poison blade stuck in the ring floor.

Shi Fatzi said: "Brother, your kick is too ruthless, the sternum of that Irta has been kicked and shattered by you, even if it is cured, it will be a waste, and you can't cultivate your fighting spirit." “

Lorist had a cold face: "Where's the next challenger? ”

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