When people talk about the duel between swordsmen, they tend to focus on the skill of both sides. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the upper circles on the East Coast led by the Paderossi Empire, whenever swordsmanship is discussed, it is usually called by dazzling changes and various complicated swordsmanship moves, like black and white war chess, you come and go to see and dismantle moves, and you can't come up with a result for a long time to discuss.

Technology was regarded as an important factor in the circles of the upper Ramanid aristocracy, especially the younger generation.

In fact, technology can play a significant role in many battles.

But it may not be as important as they think.

The young man pulled out the one-handed longsword with the intricately ornamented gauntlet at his waist, and the next second, the stirrup kicked and the reins were pulled, and he struck at Henry. The old man with his big back behind him looked surprised, but the smiling disguise did not escape the sage's eyes—the gray beard and the deep calm in the eyes did not seem to be prepared for it.

Thinking about it, as the person who came to find his own young lady, only the scale of the two people dispatched, the two of them naturally had to know each other. So it was not unexpectedly for this young man to do such a thing, but the old man stayed where he was, neither helping nor stopping, obviously thinking about something.

Electrifying and flint, while the number of people present has different perspectives and thoughts.

Unlike Henry, who was able to focus on other things, Mira's attention was focused on the obvious crisis. She only glanced at it and understood that the young man was also a man who had studied swordsmanship, and that the one-handed sword in the other's hand looked the same as Margaret's bayonet when it was sheathed, but the appearance of the blade at least 4 centimeters wide when drawn gave another explanation.

The fancy bayonet sword used by the Padrosi high society was extremely slender, and its thin, narrow blade provided excellent piercing performance, but it was only suitable for one-on-one duels between nobles. It is a civilized weapon, and it is more focused on "making nobles die with dignity and grace" than tools that have been tried and tested on the battlefield of flesh-and-blood combat and designed only to kill and injure the enemy. Therefore, in terms of design, it is impossible to carry out a slash that makes the flesh and blood of the scene blurry and miserable and disgusting, but can only cause a piercing and stabbing blow, so that even if the nobles participating in the duel die, they will "stain their beautiful and delicate clothes red with blood, their faces will turn pale, and they will slowly fall to the ground" and die a relatively dignified death.

This is the quest of a moderate and decent, civilized man, but the Empire of Patrosi is far from being a moderate and empathetic country.

The history of this thousand-year-old empire is made of blood and bone, and the cuirass worn by the maiden and the sword carried by the sword are the result of this highly developed culture of war. Therefore, as the other side of the elegant bayonet sword, the Padrossi Empire also had cruel tools that were not inferior to the barbaric West Coast.

"Slashing sword," Mira whispered the name of the one-handed sword, which was decorated with elegant gauntlets but with a cold glitter in front of him, and the young man, who was only riding a horse and running slowly in this direction, did not even have the intention of speeding up, and took the position of the center of gravity to swing towards Henry's face, obviously he still had reservations, did not want to kill people, but just wanted to vent his anger and give the sage a dismount.

"Stunned. Mira came to a conclusion for a while, and even Margaret, who knew nothing about swordsmanship and even was a little confused about the situation, had an urge to hold her forehead and sigh at this moment.

Obviously, this man regarded Henry as a low-level mercenary everywhere.

And he was overconfident in his own skills.

Those who are familiar with combat and swordsmanship can always judge the opponent's intentions and even character from many details such as the standing posture and sword holding posture of others - this young Laman nobleman in his early 20s deliberately manipulated his horse not to reach full speed, raised his sword exaggeratedly while shouting in an attempt to focus the eyes of everyone around him, and his body leaned back to get better balance on the horse's back.

He calculated the distance of his attack, and what he calculated was to deliver an accurate blow the moment he mismatched Henry—not really hit, just past the sage's face.

It's very performative, it wants to attract attention, it wants to attract the attention of others - and who it is, the answer is obvious.

Do it for Margaret, and use her handsome and ostentatious skills to scare this tall mercenary into sitting on the ground. All these low-level mercenaries know is a simple parry counterattack, proving to Margaret that this guy is nothing more than a tall empty shelf, but in fact, there is nothing inside.

Showing off completely, in the eyes of young people, this will be a one-sided performance of their own.

"......," Henry was silent, and he heard Mira's stunned words clearly, and the sage had come to the same conclusion about the young man in front of him.

"Huh-" The sword swung at an exaggerated angle, but before it could swing down, Henry dodged sideways like a leisurely stroll. "Uh-" The young man was stunned for a moment, but he was a basic man, and as soon as he pulled the reins to slow down the warhorse, the long sword in his hand turned back and there was another slash, only this time he played with one more hand, and when he was halfway through the split, he suddenly changed direction, flipped from the vertical slash aimed at the head, and flipped with a blow from his wrist, drawing an arc to the neck.

He practiced this trick perfectly, and it happened in just half a second. But Henry was still strolling, and he didn't even need to draw his sword, and easily dodged it.

No matter how young and impulsive "...... is, he has been avoided twice in a row, and he has noticed the extraordinaryness of this man to some extent. But out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Margaret on one side, looking at him pretentiously, or at least he thought so, and the young man blushed for a moment, and a breath burst out of his chest, and he grabbed the saddle and rolled over and jumped to the ground. Then he patted the horse's ass to keep the horse away, obviously to make Henry look good.

"Filippo, stop it!" Seeing that the scene was about to turn unfavorable to his companion, the old man behind him finally spoke up to stop him. The young man named Filippo blushed and looked like a sheathed blade, which was a stark contrast to the calm sage, but the most important thing was the height difference between the two compared to his expression and attitude.

Filippo was a typical young man of Rahman, less than 1.7 meters tall, he stood in front of Henry and looked like a child. And as we mentioned earlier, although the vast majority of people, especially in the upper class circles of the East Coast, advocate the "invincibility of technology", in practical terms alone.

Technology is not as important as they think.

There is a proverb in the ancient Laman Empire: "One force will bring down ten meetings".

Physique and strength account for 60% of the importance of battle, while skill accounts for only 30%, and the rest is luck.

An excellent swordsman who is only about 1.7 meters tall holds a long sword in his hand and faces a strong man who is more than 1.9 meters tall and wields a huge wooden stick indiscriminately, and it is often the former rather than the latter that loses.

When there is a difference in physique, technique can indeed play a key role in victory. But when the two sides are not in the same weight class, the dominant side doesn't even need to think about using any tricks. Just as our Sage has been doing - all he has to do is slash and make sure to hit the enemy.

Because of his physique and strength, coupled with the attack distance and weight of the great sword Kramer, he only needs to hit, and basically the opponent is either dead or injured.

Moreover.

Even if it's about technology.

This young man is also nowhere near one thousandth of Henry's.

"Smack!"

The entanglement with this stunned young man is endless, and if you don't make him aware of the huge gap between the two sides, he will be entangled again and again.

So Henry didn't intend to waste any more time.

"Whew-

So fast that almost no one could see what was happening, and Filippo's sword fell to the ground.

Henry took a lunge from close range, slid the blade of Filippo directly with the bulge of his breastplate, and then wrapped his hand around his armpit, and then slapped the palm of his sword with the other hand to successfully complete the disarming.

The use of the armor on the body is just right, the movements are smooth and familiar, and the speed is like a thunderous wind, which is unprepared.

"You, you-you, how-" Filippo froze in place, he patted his body in panic and looked left and right at the same time, as if there were two henries and the other sneaked into his side when he didn't know it, but there was no one around, and he could only accept the historical fact that he was obviously holding a sharp knife and posing for an attack, or he was deceived and disarmed.

"I-I-" had high self-confidence before, but now Filippo has fallen heavily.

The one-sided teasing of the other party that he wanted to show off has now become a dish to be sent to him. And what makes this even worse is that it happened in front of Margaret.

"I—" Filippo blushed, but could not utter a word for a long time.

The old man behind the ...... narrowed his eyes and looked at the sage.

Henry Lou's clean disarm was not for show, as Mira, who had been following her teacher for quite some time, knew it. The east and west coasts of the Möbigas Inland Sea are used by one-and-a-half-hand, two-handed and one-handed swords, and since the weapons are basically the same, the skills developed from them are naturally similar.

The vast majority of ordinary people and low-level mercenaries do not mention, even nobles and swordsmen, who systematically learn swordsmanship, their basic routines, judgment of distance, mastery of standing posture and center of gravity and swinging methods are all portrayed in a mold.

What distinguishes the East and West Coast swordsmanship systems is the concept of advanced swordsmanship and the way it is used in detail.

In hand-to-hand combat, for example, Henry, a West Coast-style swordplay melee action, has demonstrated one or two of them in the wetlands, using a half-sword sword technique to shorten the overall length of the longsword and use it as a dagger or blunt weapon to attack other parts of the sword closely.

And on the east coast, especially in the upper class circles of the Padrosi Empire, the swordsmanship system that has a history of hundreds of years, and the practice of hand-to-hand combat is just like what the sages are showing at the moment.

A disarming action that is as standard as a textbook, and as fast as lightning, so fast that almost no one can see it clearly.

Both sides are understanding people, and Hyung uses actions rather than pale words to convey his meaning.

"If you can't beat me, don't bring shame on yourself," he said without speaking, but he rightly expressed this meaning.

Face was extremely important to the aristocracy, and there were even vicious incidents in the history of Padrosi where the loser of the duel not only took revenge on the poisoning of his entire family but also killed all the spectators present at the time after being spared by the victor, although there were not many peasants in the vicinity of this small village, Henry did not go any further, but left a step for the other party to go down.

God knows that you know and I know, and it is the best policy to keep this layer of window paper and not pierce it.

The white-haired old man fell silent, and Filippo silently turned his head to pick up his sword.

The other party was not a brainless junior mercenary, and after only two or three recruits, he understood that this tall mercenary was strong enough to crush himself in what he was good at.

Because he was doing all this with a piece of plate armor and several weapons, including a dagger.

And the light self should be more flexible, but it doesn't even have the opportunity to react.

"Miss, and you. Please take a break and have a long conversation nearby. The old man tugged at the reins, causing the horse to come to this side, and then spoke.

"You go first, I still have to hand in the task. Henry didn't look at him, took the reins from Mira's hand, and turned to walk to the other side.

"Well, this is a very important matter, and please—" The old man's expression was a little embarrassed, but the sage only shrugged his shoulders, "Of course, I too." ”

"These are two copper plates!" said Henry, and walked to the other side without looking back. Mira behind him rolled her eyes again, and the white-haired old man finally couldn't hold it anymore at this moment, and raised his hand and opened his mouth to tell Henry to stop, but Margaret stopped him at this time.

"Let him go, Ferruccio, my faithful steward. Despite the dirtiness on her body, Margaret still exudes a sense of nobility when facing her own retainers. She glanced at Filippo, who had walked over to take back her horse with a somewhat dejected head, and then continued: "I think it's normal for Mr. Mel to want to go away for a while when he was forced to draw his sword and scold him when they first met. ”

"Honestly, Mademoiselle, please understand Filippo's impulse. Ferruccio, who was sitting on horseback, bowed respectfully in defence of the stunned young man, while Margaret was stunned for a moment, sighed, and spoke in a mature tone that did not match her age, but was linked to her nobility, but made Mila beside her feel very natural.

"You should have received my message, so in the end, it was my uncle again. As she said this, Mira noticed that Ferruccio, the butler, had glanced at herself when she heard the word, and then glanced at Margaret again, as if to advise her that such a thing should not be made public in front of outsiders.

"Well, it's really not a good place to talk. Margaret said this, and the group of four walked towards the farmhouse where they were staying in the village.

How Filippo and Ferruccio tracked them down is no longer a matter of inquiry. After all, although they decided not to report to the mercenary union, they didn't disguise themselves to avoid people's eyes because of this. A little investigation around the town of Chester will not be difficult to find.

But there were thirty or forty guards in the courtyard, but only two people were sent to pursue them, and one of them was still a housekeeper in a high position, even our white-haired Luoan girl could smell a catty smell.

It's just that she and Margaret are only employers and employees in the end, so after going to the private house where they stayed for the time being, only the butler Ferruccio and the noble lady walked in. Mira and Filippo, who was leading the horse with a depressed face, both stayed outside the door and acted as guards.

The impulsive young man had only quieted down and noticed the presence of the young girl, who had never seen a white-haired human race before, and perhaps it was only the nature of an adolescent male. In short, the glances that glanced at Mira from time to time at that time made the girl's slender and beautiful eyebrows wrinkle together.

Young boys in their teens and early twenties are always virtuous and competitive, and once there are girls of the same age nearby, their desire to express themselves will be magnified tenfold and hundredfold, so that they will start to do things that seem a little stupid but they always think they are very handsome.

But when they are alone with girls, they become shy again, and they don't even dare to come close and speak, but only sneak and glance at them from a distance.

"It's a bit of a fire. The girl leaned against the outer wall of the house with her arms folded and muttered quietly.

The sage who had left the place under the pretext of handing over a task did not come slowly until more than ten minutes later, and he looked at the two people standing at the door as guards, Filippo staggered his eyes, and his face was somewhat indignant, while Mira gave him a big roll of the eyes.

Henry shrugged, and the next moment Margaret pushed open the door to the house.

"Sorry, the team, maybe it's going to be bigger. She smiled apologetically at Henry and Mira, and Ferruccio walked out behind her.

"If the young lady has to take the risk, the old man is not in a position to stop him, but please allow me, an old stubborn, to go forward together. He nodded slightly at Henry, saluting, but neither humble nor arrogant.

"It's just, it's a lot of trouble. ”

"Okay, anyway, we mercenaries are paid to do things. Henry shrugged his shoulders a few times.

"Looks like we're going to be teammates for a while. Mira glanced away, and Filippo hesitated for two seconds before realizing that she was talking to him.

"Ah, hey, yes, yes, please bear with me. ”

The frizzy and overwhelmed appearance seemed to be different from the previous impulsive appearance, but it still belonged to the same branch, and Mira walked towards the house, and the environment changed from bright to dark, and the girl shook her head and sighed softly.

"What a stunned young man. ”