"Contemptible Léo Piloga, Your Excellency the Duke. ”

One of the guards who walked out of the queue looked to be in his forties, with a beard on his chin and a comical one, and he was seen saluting Tails respectfully:

"In your guard, a humble and ordinary logistics officer. ”

"It's an honor to serve you as a sparring partner. ”

Tails didn't answer immediately.

He still stared at Marles suspiciously.

Piloga didn't care, he carefully picked a modest practice sword from the sword stand, tried it on his glove, and poked the sand again to make sure it was a blunt sword without a sharp edge.

"Sure enough, the prince is the prince, in order to find out the power of the end, he can pull out such a big battle......"

Doyle looked at his fellow guards standing around, confused or dignified, and let out an envious and jealous look at the stunned prince in the field:

"When I awakened the power of the end, the old knight I served knew nothing, and he fucked me to exhaustion that day, and I was lying on the ground and grunting......"

"It wasn't until a year later that he found out that his attendants' martial arts had increased dramatically, and they could compete with him......"

Glovo beside him remained silent as usual, just keeping an eye on the field.

Doyle was accustomed to the other party's indifference, and just sighed silently:

"But fortunately, at least Marios knows that the prince is still young, and only picks the men of the logistics wing to play—Piloga is average. ”

Golover stared at Piloga, who had completed a simple warm-up in the field, frowning slightly.

Tails took a deep breath and turned to the relaxed Marhos, trying to ignore the stares of the Starlake Guards:

"We ...... What should I do?"

Marlos smiles:

"Attack, Your Highness, exert all your might—especially the Finishing Power that you don't know, whether it arises on its own or at the right time. ”

"That way, we have the opportunity to get a glimpse of its kind and profile. ”

"Let's also see what you're capable of - so that you can arrange defense in the future. ”

Give it your all?

Tails let out a sigh of relief, reluctant.

Can he refuse?

But the royal guards watching the battle had different eyes, all focused on him.

A long time ago, Black Sword had told him that it was best not to use the sins of the Hellriver again, they could not bear the price of death every time.

While at Camp Bladefang, Ricky tells him to ascend to the Sins of the River and to expect him to reach the heights he can reach to "push open the gates".

Who's right and who's wrong?

What is the secret behind the sin of the Prison River?

The most important thing is......

Will this secret, the secret of the kingdom, or even the one in the Fuxing Palace, be interested?

How does it compare to demonic energy, to calamity?

Thinking of Sakel chasing after him, Tails couldn't help but swallow his throat.

No.

Tails made up his mind.

Duke Xinghu raised his head and looked directly at the opponent in front of him.

They can't know.

"Your Highness, don't be restrained," Piloga stood in the training ground early, the tip of his sword pointing to the ground, respectfully:

"You don't have to worry about me – it's my job. ”

Tails nodded expressionlessly.

Can't know.

In front of everyone, the prince grabbed a shield from the weapon rack and tied it tightly to his left arm with a belt.

No.

Tails walked slowly to the center of the field.

He glanced at Marios one last time, who was still unhurried, but his eyes were bright.

"Attack first. Piloga bowed slightly.

The young man's expression was solemn.

The guards around him were equally solemn, and all eyes were focused on the prince alone.

In addition to glamorous appearance and eloquence, this is what many people are more concerned about.

In the next second, Tails stepped forward and charged, using the position he was most familiar with, and slashed the first sword at Piloga.

Piloga was unhurried, just stepped back, and with a sharp turn of his sword, he deftly picked off Tails' attack.

But the young man did not stop, and the shield in his left hand slashed.

Bump into Piloga!

"At first glance, it's the style of the Northlanders. ”

Doyle, who was watching the game, snorted lightly, slightly disdainful:

"More radical than the 'offensive and defensive faction' and sparing ...... his life"

But Colofo spoke unexpectedly.

"Nope. ”

The burly vanguard officer watched Tails' movements intently:

"This is the ancient northern military swordsmanship. ”

"Exeter ...... now It's not been this style for a long time. ”

Doyle, who was interrupted, froze.

He smiled awkwardly and reluctantly.

Cut, to put it bluntly.

Northland Military Swordsmanship......

Doyle curled his mouth and stared at the two people in the field angrily:

Can't I see it?

In the middle of the field, Tails' shield slammed into Piloga, making a muffled sound.

But the boy's face changed.

There is no crashing.

In the next second, Piloga held Tails' shield with one hand, and his body spun to the opposite side of Tails.

Syllable!

Tails shook his left leg!

The prince swung his sword back, but the wind was in the air, and Piloga had already retreated.

The royal guards murmured.

Tails gritted his teeth and turned, his left leg staggering a little.

Although the practice sword in the Min Disi Hall did not open the edge, its balance, center of gravity, material, and weight were not inferior to the real sword.

Even though it was just a rub, the blow that Piloga gave him on his left leg still made him hurt hotly.

Tails looked at Piloga, who bowed politely, in amazement and unwillingly.

No.

The sword flashed, and the prince fell to the ground. ”

"The winner has been decided. ”

Glove, along with a few members of the guard nearby, turned their heads strangely.

I saw Doyle on the sidelines lower his voice and said seriously:

"The prince in the pool of blood turned pale, trembling as he hugged his injured leg and groaned, 'No, I can't lose, the Kingdom of Stars can't live without me'......"

More and more people are coming back, including Gray Parson, a second-level penalizer.

The expression was gloomy and dissatisfied.

Under their gaze, Doyle's expression froze.

"That...... A little text, literary processing. ”

D.D grunted, smiled awkwardly and flatteringly, and waved his hand unnaturally:

"Hehe, don't take it as an example, don't take it as an example......"

That's when everyone turned around.

Tails breathed heavily.

He stared at the royal guard logistic officer with a respectful expression in front of him, his opponent, Piloga.

The other party was obviously experienced and very particular about the strength, and the pain only appeared outside the skin and dissipated after a while.

But......

Tails pressed his left leg in dismay.

"Looks like you don't know the meaning of this lesson, do you, Your Highness?"

Marios's words sounded just right, in the same voice as usual, and in a flat tone:

"Although we are not as superstitious as the Yankees......

"But a prince who is rumored to be poor in martial arts and can't touch the sword is the future of the Star Kingdom?"

Tails' hand gripping the hilt of his sword tightened.

Damn it.

"This is not good, Your Highness. ”

Marlos was slightly chilled.

"Not good. ”

As soon as these words came out, the royal guards stared at Tails differently.

"Either go all out," Marhros's words rang in his ears:

"Or, don't touch that sword at all in the first place. ”

"Be a prince who hides in a carriage safely. ”

Damn it!

The prince's brow tightened.

Damn Marios.

Does this guy have a grudge against me?

And he's the captain of my personal guard - what an international joke for the sunset's sake!

Bearing dozens of pairs of stares, Tails adjusted his breathing and stepped on his left leg.

He stared at Piloga in front of him, knowing that in front of the full circle of Star Lake Guards, under Marlos's words, he had to come up with something.

Otherwise it's not just the Fuxing Palace......

Even the Mindis Hall......

Tails shook his head, removing distractions and turning his attention to the opponent in front of him.

Piloga moves quickly, swings his sword with agility, and has his own set of methods for dealing with frontal attacks.

Then ......

With the call of his master, the sins of the river of hell rose from his body.

Tails stared at Piloga, feeling the power slowly filling his body.

Use the twist of fate, a feint to lure him out of position, and then a decisive blow?

Or use the finishing power of the Fire Knight to strengthen the body's contact and the hardness of the attack?

Not really...... Just try to use Sacrael's style, with his Chaos Thousand Army, try to observe Piloga's movements, and make that your advantage?

Tails thought hard.

No, Tails.

The prince shook his head to himself in his heart.

Can't be too obvious.

Otherwise, the twist of fate, the thousands of armies of chaos, and the sparkling finishing power of the Fire Knight...... What should be the explanation?

Am I infected by them?

How much more is the sin of the river of hell sometimes......

Tails remembered the training sessions at Valhalla.

Sometimes, you can't control it.

Tails took a deep breath and made up his mind.

He only needs the most ordinary, preferably a constitution amplification without any finishing power color, and that's enough.

The sin of the River of Hellland methodically spread over his legs, arms, and fingers.

Tails closed his eyes and let the power slowly cover his body.

Piloga narrowed his eyes and stared at the prince suspiciously.

In the whispers of the royal guards, Marios, who had been paying attention to Tails, changed his face slightly.

This is......

In Tails' body, the sins of the Hell River were like a beast that had not been out of the gate for a long time, and it took a step in a low roar.

Just some power, some speed, some precision, some control......

The prince struggled to suppress the fighting spirit and impulse that followed, while stabilizing his mind and body.

Just something that doesn't make people suspicious.

The Sin of the River of Hell's River pounded violently and resentfully at his body like a beast scratching at a cage, but the cage's owner was so determined that the beast could only follow Tails' call to where it was going.

Be even, balance, and be comprehensive.

Just let him ......

Tails opened his eyes slightly.

Let him......

The next moment, the sand behind Tails' boots trembled and exploded!

In the exclamation of the audience, the young man was like an arrow from the string, and the flood that broke the embankment instantly rushed out a few feet away.

Appear in front of the shocked Piloga!

Marlos's eyes lit up.

That's right, that's what you want.

The Little Prince.

Tails gritted his teeth, and the sins of the Hellriver roared wildly within him.

Footsteps, shoulders, arms, the tip of a sword.

The four points of his body are connected in a line, focusing on the most surging force.

Eventually, it turned into a flash of sword light.

Take the opponent's chest and abdomen directly!

At that moment, it was as if time had slowed down.

"I--" Doyle spoke in shock as he reached out against the flying sand, only to shout a lonely syllable in this astonishing instantaneous sword.

Glovor's eyebrows were only halfway wrinkled.

The expressions of the royal guards seemed to freeze, and in that moment they changed with surprise, doubt, and solemnity.

But Tails, who had long been experienced, knew that it was just an illusion after he had become faster.

And next.

Tails' eyes converged with the tip of his sword.

Straight at your opponent.

And before his eyes, in the slowing time, Piloga's mouth opened wide in surprise, and slowly, as fast as he could, he raised his arms and swung his sword.

Trying to fend off the prince's attack.

Resist this terrifying blow that takes speed, burst, power, and precision to the next level.

But Tails knew, it was too late.

Piloga didn't have time to dodge, and he didn't even have time to finish the block pose.

Even the Meteorite had suffered the loss of his sword without defense, leaving scars on his face.

As for Piloga......

He couldn't dodge.

It's even more unstoppable.

In the longing and roar of the Sins of the River Hell, Tails' sword and Piloga's sword touched in the air, sparks rubbing into the rough surface of the practice sword.

It also exudes majestic power.

Tails' eyes cooled as he watched as his blade slid past Piloga's block and straight to his chest.

Sorry, logistics officer.

Tails thought coldly: you have to take a few days off.

One hit.

Dominating the enemy.

Bang!

The loud clash of weapons spread, shaking the entire courtyard!

It was as if even the air had been affected.

Many royal guards twitched their eyelids and instinctively retreated.

Time is finally back to normal.

Thump!

There was a muffled sound.

Tails flew out to the side of the back.

His back fell heavily to the ground, and he rolled backwards several times.

"--tweed!" Doyle finally finished his pathetic second syllable, with a shocked expression on his face.

He lowered his arm, blinked, and looked into the field.

Beside Doyle, Crofo didn't move, just staring at Tails' shield.

In the numbness and soreness of his muscles, the prince took a hard breath and raised the shield in his left hand tremblingly.

At some point, the shield was cracked:

With a pit the size of the tip of a sword as the center, the perimeter is full of cracks.

At this moment, Tails' mind went blank.

How......

He looked up dumbfounded.

I saw Piroga standing on the opposite side unscathed, retracting his sword with ease and fluidity.

In mid-air, the Prince's weapon, the practice sword that had unleashed a terrifying attack, spun around in empty circles.

Eventually fell weakly.

Stuck diagonally into the sand at his feet.

Motionless.

Return to silence.

"Wow......"

The royal guards were in an uproar, and a large wave of noise erupted.

"I'm very sorry, Your Highness," said Piloga, putting away his sword, trying to suppress his panic, and anxiously apologized as he hurried up to help him:

"I missed. ”

"Did you hurt any ......?"

Right now.

"Logistics Officer, Leo Piloga. ”

The flat and indifferent voice sounded, but it was plain with a bit of a chill.

Piloga was ready to pick up Tails' figure and freeze in place.

The royal guard watchman, Marhros's voice rang out clearly in the crowd.

"As a royal guard, even if it is a long time, even if it is just a sparring partner......"

Marlos still folded his arms, glancing at Piloga.

"Your skills ......"

Marios didn't look at Tails, who was lying on the ground, embarrassed and gasping for breath, but just stared coldly at Piloga, who was full of shame:

"It's also regressing too much. ”

The words are harsh and the tone is cold.

The royal guards fell silent in unison.

Piloga was slightly stunned, and his face was ashamed.

He looked nervously at the prince and at the chief, and he was at a loss for what to do.

Tails was still lying on the ground, breathing in a trance.

How could it be......

How......

Sins of the River of Hell......

I've been, I've ......

How can you still ......

He felt his left arm, which was gradually recovering from numbness, and felt the eyes quietly shooting around him, and his heart was full of mixed feelings.

The entire training ground fell silent.

The royal guards exchanged glances with each other, and from time to time there was a low chatter.

Doyle tugged on Lagolove's sleeve, but the latter seemed lost in thought and unresponsive.

"As for you, Your Highness the Lord. ”

Marlos spoke again.

The royal guards fell silent, and Pilloka's attempts to help the prince stopped.

The watchman slowly turned around and looked lightly at Tails on the ground.

"After looking at your performance, I'm sure you already know what the Terminating Power is. ”

Marlos chuckled, his eyes showing contempt: "But fighting?"

"It's more than the power of the end. ”

In the next second, the watchman did not look at the noble prince, and turned around on his own.

"Alright, everyone, it's done. ”

Marius took a step forward and said lightly:

"Disbanded. ”

Looking at the back of Marlos, the royal guards, you look at me, I look at you.

A few seconds later, dozens of people dispersed.

"Do you see what the prince's finishing power is?"

Doyle secretly looked at Tails, who had a dark expression on the ground and was wheezing in a trance, and sympathized with the poor prince for a second, then turned around and said, "I didn't see it anyway, and I feel a little too weak......"

"No," said Glove, frowning:

"Not a weak ......"

"Hey, zombie, the first time, you can't agree to me once......"

At that moment, a different, weak, but hoarse voice sounded.

"Wait a minute. ”

The scattered royal guards were silent in unison and turned around one after another.

In the middle of the training ground, the embarrassed boy staggered but resolutely climbed up on the sand.

Marlos's footsteps stopped.

"He's just...... Hit my ......" The boy lowered his head and raised his left arm tremblingly, breathing as hard as he could to relieve the tightness in his chest:

"Shields. ”

Doyle's eyes slowly enlarged, and Glovover's eyes sharpened.

As a sparring partner, Piloga stood in the middle of the field, surprised and unsure of what to do.

"It's not...... Key. ”

Tails took a deep breath, enduring the stiffness and pain of his muscles from the blow, and felt for the straps behind his shield.

Within him, the sin of the defeated Hell River surged back from the silence.

They were as fierce as a beast licking its wounds, and they climbed step by step, making a muffled sound of crackling.

Tails shuddered and pulled out his right hand and loosened the strap.

Let the shattered arm shield fall freely.

"I ......"

The boy swallowed hard a mouthful of saliva that smelled of salty blood, and trembled as he grasped the practice sword at his feet.

"I ......"

The sins of the River of Hell surged up on his arms.

"I'm still ......"

The next moment, Tails breathed steadily, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the long sword!

The boy stared at the back of Marlos:

“...... Didn't lose. ”

The royal guards were in an uproar again.

The people threw incomprehensible glances at the prince and talked about it.

Many also quietly looked at their superiors.

Waiting for his reaction.

One second, two seconds.

Marlos was silent and did not turn around.

He just slowly turned his neck, turned his head, and glanced at Tails.

The corners of the watchman's mouth curled.

Hook up a cold and mysterious ......

Grin.