"Kind of interesting, you mean, you want to have a mock battle with me?"

Curt asked Oscar with interest.

Mercenaries often compete with each other to hone their skills, and sometimes engage in mock battles to resolve disputes. Of course, such battles are all based on understanding each other's strengths. There will be no one who will challenge an opponent who is superior in skill and strength even if he knows that he is invincible.

And the teenager named Oscar in front of him is very interesting. I don't know if he is confident in his own strength or eager to show his skills in front of Curt, when he proposed to have a mock battle with Curt, he can see that his fiery eyes are full of burning fighting spirit and confidence.

"That's right, I'd like to have a mock battle with you. Oscar looked at Curt seriously, "Don't you want to know my abilities? I think it's necessary to properly understand the abilities of your teammates before working together, so that you can plan your course of action more effectively in actual combat, right?"

His reason for this is really interesting, and maybe it is also a matter of testing whether Curt is qualified to teach himself. Young people are young people, always so vigorous and enthusiastic. Watching Oscar radiate the kind of passion that he didn't have when he was a teenager, Curt smiled dumbly.

Some enthusiasm is always good, and this kind of enthusiasm can effectively close the relationship with peers at work. However, it is also the responsibility of seniors to properly calm their heads.

"Okay, let's use the driving range in the back. ”

After thinking for a moment, Curdhead agreed to Oscar's challenge.

During the previous time of exchanging mission information, the practice area in the backyard has also been cleaned by the staff, and the practice puppets that were damaged by Curt have also been cleaned up and replaced with new ones. The venue is now in brand new condition for the next group of users who will be visiting.

"I'll just use this stick, what weapon do you use?"

It is already the consensus of everyone that real combat weapons cannot be used in simulated warfare. Curt deftly removed a wooden stick about the thickness of a person's three fingers from the rack of practice weapons placed on the edge of the field, and inserted the recurve knife at his waist into the makeshift storage area along with the sheath.

"You don't use a knife?"

Oscar's eyes wandered over the practice weapon rack, trying to pick a suitable mist, and his tone was a little unconvinced when he saw an unedged practice knife next to the stick that Curt had removed. He probably felt that Curt was underestimating himself by choosing a weapon that he didn't use often.

"No, no, it's not that I don't want to use a knife, it's that the practice knife provided here isn't as easy to use as this stick. Curt used the wooden stick to pose like a long knife, shaking the wooden stick in his hand as if he was swinging a long knife, "Don't worry, I won't release water during a simulated war." ”

After looking at Curt's posture intently, Oscar seemed to accept Curt's explanation, he nodded and said, "If it's really as you say, then it's the best." To be honest, I don't want you to let go of the water just because I'm a newcomer to the industry, please seriously engage in a mock battle with me."

As he spoke, he chose his weapon—a long, unbladed sword, with a broad blade that looked quite weighty, but slightly shorter than the usual sword. In contrast, the hilt of this sword is a little too long, so that it is more than enough to hold in both hands.

"It's not that I said anything... Oscar, you're a sorcerer, right? How could you pick a weapon like this..."

Curt's smile froze at the sight of Oscar raising his sword. He had seen many mercenaries wielding such swords, but they were all burly old men. And now the person holding this big sword is a little skinny Oscar, and this ratio suddenly seems quite wrong.

"It's pretty easy to use, and there's no rule that wizards can't use two-handed swords, right?"

Oscar tried to swing the sword in his hand with both hands, the sword of considerable size seemed unexpectedly swift when wielded in his hand, and in fact its weight was not as heavy as it looked, but rather light and balanced.

"It's true that no one has ever ruled that a mage can't use a two-handed sword. ”

Curt held his forehead and sighed deeply, he really didn't want to tell Sù Oscar that this weapon has basically been eliminated in modern warfare.

"Now that we've chosen our weapons, let's get started. He said, then distanced himself from Oscar and put on a posture of fighting, "You make a challenge, then you will attack first." You can use all the spells you have in the simulation, and I'll take it seriously. ”

"That's what you said—"

Oscar was not polite and immediately went on the offensive.

He didn't rush forward with his weapon swinging, because he knew that he could hardly take advantage of Curt in hand-to-hand combat if he only mastered some basic swordsmanship skills. As a sorcerer, he can only grasp the opportunity to win if he fully wields his abilities.

He took a step forward and then slammed his sword to the ground and turned to the spell. Curt could clearly see the refined magic pouring out of him, infused into the gloves he had been wearing all the time. The glove, which had no unusual appearance, shimmered under the intensification of the magic, and the glimmer of glued and textured light like ink was made up of refined magic.

That is the "magic machine" that Oscar holds as a sorcerer.

The demonic power in the human body is much scarcer than that of the races such as the demons or the people of the Northland, so naturally they can't squander spells as they want. In order to make more effective use of their own magic power, human beings choose to refine the magic power in their bodies, and then focus the refined magic power with "magic tools" to compile a Rubik's Cube, so that the magic power can be organized in a more efficient way.

Holding the "long knife" in his hand, Curt stood silently. He watched Oscar's every move carefully, and the boy poured magic into his gloves and used his hands to draw invisible lines out of thin air. As he moved, three Rubik's cubes glowing blue gradually appeared beside him.

"The qualifications are good, but it's a pity that the eye master is a little lower. It's too slow to drive three spells at a time, using the kind of mass-produced civil law tools that the academy gave you. ”

Most of the first-year apprentices Curt had seen could only drive a single spell, and now Oscar could drive three spells at a time, which was quite talented for his age. However, the output power of the "magic machine" he held was really insufficient, and driving three spells at a time slowed down the time for spell preparation.

Look

"If it's on the battlefield, the enemy won't give you time to prepare!"

Curt said as he looked at Oscar, who was still driving spells.

Before he could finish speaking, he fulfilled his declaration and rushed to the position where Oscar stood with his sword, and the wooden stick in his hand cut through the air like a long knife, drawing a long arc.

"Shoot!"

Seeing Curt swing his wooden stick and sweep it, fine beads of sweat appeared on Oscar's forehead. The three Rubik's Cubes floating beside him earlier were drawn and formed with great speed. The scattered light condensed into three arm-length spears, which shot at Curt as he galloped with extraordinary intensity.

This is the "Flash Gun" technique, a spell that uses simple magic to condense particles of light directly into a short spear and shoot at the enemy. This is the most basic method of the spell used by the mage to attack, and it basically does not require preparation time, as long as you put in enough mana, you can move.

At the same time, the spell he was silently driving in private also moved. A light breeze blew in the otherwise stagnant air, and this light wind wrapped around Oscar's long sword that had been on the ground, adding a layer of sharp blades to the unedged two-handed sword.

The next moment, Oscar drew his sword that was lying on the ground. Swing the sword as fast as you can, and slash diagonally upwards in the direction Curt is running from. The wind wrapped around the blade of the sword kept flowing, stirring up the air around it to burst into bursts of sounds like insects.

If this sword is sturdy, even if Curt is made of stone, it will not be comfortable

"Clever. ”

Watching Oscar, who looked nervous, swing his first sword, Curt laughed again—half approving, half amused.

"It's good to be able to use stratagems, but it's a pity that the means of attack are still too tender after all-"

Curt briefly expressed his approval of Oscar, but that didn't mean he would show mercy. For an opponent as arrogant as Oscar, it would be the greatest disrespect to Curt if he showed mercy in the battle - so his actions were added in an instant.

Oscar's eyes widened in disbelief, he felt like he was hallucinating. Immediately afterwards, he realized in an instant the gap between himself and Curt - this is not a level that can be bridged by experience and skill alone. Curt was almost out of sight of Oscar, and he could barely catch the trail of the stick in Curt's hand that he had used as a long knife.

The sticks swept left and right, leaving a brown afterimage in the air, and the three flashshots that had been fired at Curt were hit to the most vulnerable side at about the same moment. The tightly bonded magic power was dispersed in an instant, turning into countless particles that flickered into afterglow and scattered in the void.

Among the scattered particles of light, a black shadow against the sunlight cut through the scattered light. Although he had been mentally prepared for the oncoming attack, when Curt did break through to the closest, Oscar realized that he didn't even have a chance to blink now.

The mental reaction was already a step too late, let alone the follow-up. Now that it was impossible to dodge, he could only break the jar and fall, and Oscar did his best to coat his spell with a layer of flowing two-handed swords in order to block Curt's further slash.

But it didn't work!

Curt seemed to have read Oscar's final struggle in advance, and as he swung his two-handed sword, the stick struck his hard-pressed side. The sticks and swords intersected, and the huge impact force was transmitted along the sword body to Oscar's hand, and he could barely grasp the grip of the two-handed sword, and the whole person was thrown back by this impact.

Yikes!

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