Vitulius? Tiberius? Cato came from an ancient family of nobles, and his family was already famous during the Republic of Articut, thanks mainly to Veturius? Quintus? Cato's outstanding contribution to the Republic. The latter was not only a mainstay in www.biquge.info the war against Hitarus, but was also remembered for his famous "Chronicles of Agriculture" and his tireless preservation of the political traditions of the Republic. The former will also officially appear on the stage of history after this sword fighting conference, becoming an important part of the court of Lehman I, fighting to consolidate the achievements of Empress Sigrani's Zhongxing Empire. Since both have the same first place, in general, in order to fight against Vitulius? Cato is distinguished from his 600-year-old patriarch by calling the former "Cato the Younger" and the latter "Cato the Great."

Because July 28 is the last day of competition in the Kendo Tournament, according to the usual practice, there will be two semi-finals in the morning, and the final will be held two hours after lunch. According to the schedule, the semi-finals of the lower half of the region will be held first. Vitulius? Cato's opponent is the biggest dark horse player of the tournament, that is, to beat Fabio? Cannavaro's No. 27. Of course, now everyone knows that he is not called No. 27, "Singh? The name "Chiang" became familiar to everyone.

It took Gato a bit of time and thought to beat Alec in his final fight yesterday afternoon? Nesta, so he didn't dare to slack off on his first opponent tomorrow and patiently stayed to see Singh? The quarterfinals of Chion and another player. Cato had to admit that the dark horse player would be a very difficult opponent to deal with, and his speed was very fast, although Cato considered himself superior in absolute speed, but the opponent was unusually fluent in the connection of moves, so that he did not dare to assert that he could have an absolute upper hand in relative speed.

So, Cato walked into the arena with a hint of solemnity. When his name was announced to the audience by the referee, there was a roar of cheers in the stadium, but that didn't make him any more relaxed. He calmly walked to his intended position, then turned to the right and saluted in the direction of the main stand where Empress Sigrani was.

Sigrani raised her hand to accept Cato's courtesy, she still had a lot of respect for the young man, hoping that through him she would be able to re-establish the connection between the royal family and the nobles of the old republican era. Of course, little Cato was only the beginning, and those ancient gatekeepers would once again become the cornerstone of the entire empire, and after hundreds of years of silence, the Mastar supreme once again needed them to be an important weight on the political scale.

Another player also took out, and when his name was announced, the crowd was clearly not as enthusiastic. Although this is a dark horse, a fighter with a thin sword is not liked by the Mastar. It was widely agreed that this semi-final was just a warm-up for the whole game today. However, many people forget that they and perhaps their parents felt the same way about the semi-finals that were held 20 years ago.

Sigrani was required to attend today, expecting Saildora to be able to preside over the celebration, but her daughter had been in sight since the sword tournament began. As a result, Sigrani had no choice but to appear in the chairman's stand with Crown Prince Lehman. By the way, the Empress also called the Hayes and Redknapp family to accompany her.

"Fiona, do you know what Theodora is up to?" Sigrani taking advantage of Frank? Redknapp asked Miss Hayes in the gap between reading the rules of the contest.

"Uh...... I don't know very well, Your Majesty. Fiona replied, "Maybe someone else you're going out with." ”

"Is that so?" The Empress Fox wondered.

"After returning to Xiu Lhasa, Her Royal Highness the princess doesn't like to be with me very much." Fiona hurriedly explained.

"It seems that this is indeed the case, leave her alone, watch the game." The Empress did not pursue further.

At this moment, the Templar Master finished reading the simple rules of the game, asking if the two sides had any questions or other requests. Both players said they had nothing else to do, and Redknapp took a few steps back, raised his hand and announced the start of the race.

Gato Jr. attaches great importance to his semi-final opponent, not only patiently watched the previous quarterfinals, but also visited several players who were eliminated by their opponents one by one last night. Cannavaro's. The people of Udinese provided him with interesting information that no one else had discovered - the pseudonym Singh? Chiang's player should be a woman. Whether or not this news is true, or whether it is a smoke bomb that Cannavaro has set off for his lord, Cato Jr. decides to devise a tactic accordingly.

The opponent really still followed the routine of fast attack, and Cato Jr. did not adopt the usual tricks to avoid and block such a fast attack. Often, for fast swordsmen who take the initiative to attack, people are more willing to avoid their edges, vent their sharpness, and then give a counterattack when the opponent's moves are sticky or their physical strength is low, which is less risky. Today, however, little Cato was determined to win, so he did the opposite. For Chiang's attack, he chose the corresponding bullet and counter-slash, as if he wanted to compete with the opponent's strength. This made the audience addicted, and such an attack-to-attack scene was something they hadn't expected before.

Sure enough, after seven moves, Chion seemed unable to support such a high-intensity confrontation, and was shaken back two steps by a backhand shot from Cato Jr. Little Cato will definitely not give the other party a chance to breathe, he directly deceived himself and pressed over, he has a relatively obvious advantage in strength, and it is precisely to take this opportunity to directly defeat the opponent's defense.

Although Chion held up little Cato's long sword in time, his thin sword was completely suppressed and entangled by the other party. Little Cato pressed the blade of his sword against his opponent little by little, and thus pressed his face closer to his opponent little by little. Sure enough, as Cannavaro had said, a hint of feminine fragrance penetrated his sense of smell, which made him even more determined to press his opponent.

A glimmer of unyielding light flashed in Chiang's eyes, and when little Cato was secretly marveling that there were such beautiful eyes in the world, the other party took advantage of little Cato's sudden hesitation to open his long sword. Then he stepped forward and bumped into Cato's arms, which made Cato very puzzled, at such a close distance, although his long sword was difficult to use, but the opponent's thin sword was not short. Just when he hesitated, he caught a glimpse of a cold light flashing in the other party's arms. Cato immediately understood that the other party still had a second short soldier. If it is an ordinary swordsman, it is estimated that it is impossible to defend at this time, but Cato is not among them. With unbelievable speed, he withdrew his sword and smashed it head-on, forcing his half-rushed opponent to withdraw the short soldiers he had used to attack for defense.

At this time, Cato saw clearly that the opponent was holding a left-handed short sword in his left hand, and Chion naturally did not leave any time for him to appreciate this exquisite weapon, and a straight stab directly hit Cato's head. Cato dodged the first blow with his head turned his head, but the other party immediately withdrew his hand and sent a second straight stab. The continuous straight stabs forced Cato to release his left hand from the sword to make a defensive move, and Cato turned sideways and directly clasped his opponent's right wrist with his left hand. But when he wanted to take the opportunity to give the other party a direct head hammer, the blade was pressed against his throat. It turned out that it was precisely because he withdrew his left hand to defend against the opponent's stab that the suppressive power of his long sword against the opponent's left short sword became weaker, and the opponent continued to rotate his left wrist while stabbing directly with his right hand, freeing the left short sword after removing his long sword.

"Bow down to the wind." Cato dropped his sword and said.

"Great!" Fiona in the stands clenched her fists and said happily.

"Fiona seems to want that Singh? Chion wins. Sigrani said meaningfully.

"Ah, I made a little bet on him." Fiona quickly explained.

"Oh, is that all?" The Empress smiled as she stared at Miss Hayes.

"Really, that's it, my majesty." Fiona pretended to sit up straight and replied, but the Supreme of Mastar smiled as if he had read her thoughts.

"So, since this Singh? Chion has already reached the final, Fiona, just bet for me that he can win the championship. With that, Sigrani turned her head to look at the arena.

In the middle of the match, Redknapp was confirming the result of the match to the two who had just finished the match, and then the Templar Commander publicly announced that the winner was the No. 27 player, Singh? Chion. The entire arena resounded with cheers, and the audience's impression of the dark horse player has gotten better and better after these days of competition. Many people have already compared him with Saulgrand? Leus is on a par, but fortunately, judging from the information he signed up, Singh? Chion is a native of Mastar, which makes him even more popular. Because Singh? At first glance, Chion was not a normal Mastar name, so there were some people who speculated that this person was the son of a large family who came to the competition in disguise, and as for the reason for the disguise, it was either that the family did not agree with him to take such a risk; Either you don't want to be given special care. If it weren't for the fact that the crown prince was sitting in the stands today, many people would think Singh? Chion is the current crown prince, His Royal Highness Lehman.

"Things are getting more and more interesting, aren't they?" Michelle waiting in the prep area? Lance said this to Paul, who was also watching the game from the sidelines.

"That's true, but I think the fun is for me in the end." The son of the Maldini family replied.

"All that can be left for you is the fun of watching the play on the sidelines, let's play." The eldest prince of the Lance family picked up his sword and walked to the arena.

"As you wish, Lord Lance."

When the two entered the arena, the entire arena erupted in thunderous cheers and cheers, and the most anticipated match of the tournament officially began, which was considered to be the final of the tournament. So when the Captain of the Templar introduced the two to the audience, each name set off a new climax in the Colosseum.

"Your Majesty, as you command, Viturius? Cato is coming. "Viscount Lippi came to report at this time.

"Invite him over and add a chair to my guest." Sigrani said.

In a few moments, the court chief brought Cato to the front of the court. Sigrani instructed Prince Lehman to rise up and entertain him.

"It's rare for Your Excellency to be able to achieve the top four results at the beginning of your career, I wonder if you are interested in the military?" After the two sides exchanged pleasantries, the guests and hosts sat down, Lehman asked. Needless to say, this is naturally what Sigrani meant.

Cato, of course, understood, and humbly stated that he and his family were ready to serve the Supreme of the Empire at any time, just as they had been 500 years earlier. Lehman then asked Cato what he thought of the other three of the top four contestants, and Cato answered appropriately, but he did not say what he had observed, thinking that he was taking care of his own face, and secondly, he also felt that it was too strange to pretend to be confused.

It was at this point that the second semi-final officially began. Michelle and Paul did live up to everyone's expectations of them, and they started a-for-tat battle as soon as they came up. The two-handed swordsmanship of the two is outstanding among the younger generation, and the confrontation between them dazzles the layman. Sigrani happens to have Bavar on her side? Hayes and Cato Jr. can make a cameo commentary, explaining the subtleties of the battle between the two.

"It seems that the Praetorian Guard is not as bad as it is rumored." Paul said this when the two sides were again facing each other.

"That's for sure, and it seems that the training of the Western army is nothing more than that." Michelle shot back, "You're too slow, I've seen a sword much faster than this." ”

"You don't need to show off your experience in **** West with me, no one on this continent can beat that man with a sword alone." Paul pushed the opponent away and counterattacked, "I believe that even if you have seen such a fast swordfight, you will not be able to keep up, let alone deal with it." ”

"I'm sure you won't be able to do anything I can't handle."

"Then we'll see." Paul said and took a few steps back.

The two of them stopped for a while, and the high-intensity confrontation they had just experienced made both of them a little tired. So, both decided to give themselves a breather and think of new tactics to help them win. Paul actually has some advantages, after all, he is a left-hander, and the tricks he uses will always be different from those of ordinary swordsmen. A lot of people tend to lose out against left-handed opponents because of a little bit of awkwardness.

Less than a minute after the bout was dead, Paul took a fresh sprint, stepping up and striking a forehand sweep directly into the right side of the waist, which Michelle blocked with a sword. As a defender, Michelle took the first move, he did not counter the opponent by raising his forehand as usual, but instead unloaded the opponent's force to the side with a twist of his wrist and broke free with the sword and slashed directly at Paul's right shoulder.

Paul, apparently on guard, took a step to the left and raised his hand to deflect Michelle's slash with the hilt of his sword. He then took advantage of the momentum and continued to sweep to the right, and Michelle had to tilt his body and jump backwards, avoiding the blade that slashed in front of him. Paul wouldn't let him go, and then he leveled his sword and stabbed it straight through, and when Michel twisted his neck to avoid the flat stab, he immediately slashed to the left. Michelle immediately lowered his head, of course, the eldest prince of Lance will not be completely passively beaten, and after the short body contracted, he accumulated strength to hit Paul's chest with his head, which happened to hit the right forearm that the opponent had withdrawn to defend, pushing Paul several steps away, and finally recovering the disadvantage.

After the two separated, one touched his head, the other touched his right forearm, and grinned for a while.

"You're wearing arm guards under your clothes!" Michelle accused.

"There is no rule that you can't wear arm guards, if I don't wear them, my right hand will give you this elm head to be folded."

"Who's talking about elm heads?!"

Just as the two players on the field were arguing and taking the opportunity to rest, Viscount Lippi came to Empress Mastar's side again, bowed his head and whispered in her ear: "The Praetorian Guard didn't find that Singh?" Mr. Chiang. ”

"Didn't find it?" Sigrani glanced at her court master.

"Yes, in the words of Captain Abbiati, it's like suddenly disappearing from thin air." The viscount humbly stepped back and replied.

As the court chief waited for the empress to give further instructions, he noticed Sigrani's gaze move to the passageway. Viscount Lippi followed the empress's gaze and saw a somewhat hurried Theodora. As soon as Princess Mastar walked out of the passage, the bright sunlight made her unconsciously raise her hand to cover her forehead. The princess's casual movement made little Cato, who was staying aside, feel that his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"Sister Huang, you finally appeared, I thought you wouldn't be here until the end of the conference." Lehman greeted him with a smile, but Theodora didn't respond immediately.

"Cyodora, come and sit next to me." Sigrani spoke up.

"Yes, Mother." Cyodora nodded to Lehman, lifted her skirt and sat down beside Sigrani.

"Look at you running sweaty." Sigrani pulled out her handkerchief and reached out to wipe the non-existent sweat from her daughter's forehead, and Theodora dodged it a little before obediently obeying her mother's actions. "What are you and Fiona messing with? The eyes are blinking there all the time, and if there's anything, you just sit down and talk to her. I know, the whispers between girls don't want to be heard, go ahead. ”

"Then I'll go." After getting up and saluting her mother, Cyodora came to Fiona's side.

"Your Majesty has begun to doubt you." Fiona said as she bit Theodora's ear.

"It's not doubt, it's eight points of conviction." Cyodora replied.

"And what are you going to do?"

"As long as she doesn't say it, I'll pretend to be confused."

"Then you're good at it."

Just when the two girlfriends bit their ears, the audience erupted in cheers, and the winner of the second semi-final was decided. Celedora also set her eyes on the center of the arena like everyone else. The victor who was loudly declared by Redneck there was Cesar? Maldini's son, the commander of the "Iron Wall" of the Sixth Legion - Paul? Maldini.