In standard swordsmanship books, there are three theories about judging the attack distance of a weapon.

The first is a direct attack, where the opponent is within range of what you can hit with a normal slash weapon. This attack is the easiest to achieve, and because of the close proximity of the two sides, many techniques such as using gauntlets can be used. The second type is called a extended attack, which means that the opponent is farther away than the first one, and you need to extend your arms or even your entire upper body forward in order to hit.

The last third is more complex than the first two, and is no longer limited to the muscles of the upper body, but is related to footwork, which requires the whole body to move to close the distance to ensure that the attack hits the opponent.

Although all three are equally important, only when you have a deep grasp of the judgment of the third attack distance and the way of action can you truly enter the realm of a swordsman.

Because of the sword fight.

It's always in motion.

"It's so fast—" The moment she was pushed away by the sage, the Luoan girl let out an exclamation, without mercy or any fairness, it was obviously only the first time they met, but the Suomir Great Sword Swordsman was completely killed.

"Huh—" He first took a standard stance with his toes at a forty-five-degree angle, closing the distance with small steps, then twisting his front foot and pushing forward hard with his back foot while extending his hands and swinging the sword.

Kramer's broad-bladed slash is full of power, coupled with the powerful power of the tall mercenary, if you can't dodge, the best result will be a stump and a broken arm.

But Henry's dodge's first attack was just the beginning. "Ahhhh

"Boom—Boom—" His footwork was as perfect as a textbook, and his ability to judge the distance of his attacks was also among the best in the industry, but his successive advances and stormy slashes never hit Henry, and the Sage always avoided his opponent's attacks as if he could pre-read, and he didn't panic to dodge so he didn't even lose his breath.

In contrast, the white-haired Luo An girl's performance was much worse, her blue and shiny pupils shrunk into a ball due to nervousness, and the moment she was pushed away by Henry, her breathing was disordered, and her heart was still pounding at high speed.

Without mentioning temptation, life-and-death battles rarely last more than a minute. The attacks unleashed by the master swordsman were really like a raging storm and as fast as lightning, and as long as the reaction of the successive attacks was a little slower, then it would be the end of the sword death.

Can't help –

It was precisely because she was a swordsman that she understood her powerlessness even more.

Kramer was a weapon in Henry's hands, and although it was extremely powerful in his hands, he got used to it after watching it for a long time. So Miss Luo An didn't think about such a question after all—what it would be like to stand on the opposite side of such a powerful weapon.

The answer to this question, which she had never thought of, she saw clearly this time.

Henry was in a worse position than he was against the dwarven warriors.

Although his opponent this time was not the Iron Tortoise with impregnable defenses, he was also unarmed, and most importantly - this time the Sage had only a short dagger at hand.

The range of a weapon's attack is almost equal to whether it can survive or not, and this is the reason why the real main battle weapon on the field battlefield throughout the ages has been the spear. The reason why the big axes of the Dan Lasso people of the four northern islands and the big swords of the Suomir people are so good in the street battle environment full of long swords and sword shields is that in addition to the relevant usage skills are really powerful, it is also inseparable from their size.

Weapons such as spears were inconvenient to carry, so long swords and knives were preferred for travel or escort missions, as well as in urban and rural street battles – and in this case, these northerners chose to carry large weapons as their sidearms because of their tall stature.

Equally.

The weapons of the main battle battlefield are used to deal with the weapons of self-defense.

"——!" The soles of his shoes rubbed against the ground, and improvisation was basic common sense in the life-and-death struggle, and Henry, who retreated in the direction of the hotel, was obviously using a narrower space to restrict the swing of the opponent's big sword. The innkeeper and her two sons had fled far away, and the sage picked up a wooden stool to use as a shield, and this time stopped where he was, not retreating—the other man immediately understood what he was planning.

"Bang-click——!" Henry was about to catch his opponent's sword with the thick wooden stool legs, causing the greatsword to get stuck in the wood in order to seize the weapon, but the Suomir mercenary, who reacted quickly, immediately twisted his wrist and deliberately slapped the sword on the wooden stool with the sword edge. He then stepped forward again and stabbed the sword into the sage's forehead because of their similar height, and although Kramer preferred to slash, the stab was equally fatal.

- It was a trick, sinister as it looked, but it was an attempt to trick Henry into lifting the wooden stool up so that the tip of the sword would stagger through the air above his head, and once he did, his opponent would quickly draw his sword and stab or slash at the sage's unprotected torso.

"Click-" Not following his inner instincts, Henry used the stool he had just picked up casually as if he were a bench battle master, and he used his short stool legs as a sword to directly circle his opponent's Kramer, but the Suomir mercenary was not disturbed by this action, and instead of retreating, he smashed the bottom of the stool with his gauntlet in a half-sword style.

"Bang ——!" was directly smashed through the wood surface sawdust flying sideways, he expected this, and then lowered his center of gravity again, leaned forward and sprinted forward, without considering the blade at all, and smashed the bridge of the sage's nose with a counterweight ball.

- If his experience and skill had been weaker, the life of this Suomir mercenary would have ended there.

Although he broke through the makeshift armor in Henry's hand and followed it with a counterweight attack, he also gave up his Kramer's attack distance advantage and entered the close range range that Henry could stab with his dagger.

In other words.

He was generalized.

"Boom-boom-boom——!!!" The great swordsman of Suomir, who reacted very quickly, immediately stopped his steps, and at the same time swung a sword forward indiscriminately, forcing the sage back, and this is not the end, Kramer's incomparably unique weapon can use more than just common swordsmanship-

"Ha-" Suomir's mercenaries, who were charging one after another and wielding a one-meter-and-a-half-long sword but still breathing steadily, exhaled.

Seeing that his usual swordsmanship could not gain an advantage, he immediately lowered his center of gravity, re-assumed the standard split-leg stance, and then carried the big sword on his shoulder.

"It's an iron butterfly!!" someone in the crowd began to shout.

"Shhh

The beautiful Northland sword technique that was once performed by Henry's hand should be as wonderful as a butterfly made of steel in the eyes of others, but you can only be terrified under its sword wind.

The sage was forced to retreat one after another, and to others he seemed to be completely at a disadvantage, but at this moment, Mira, who was on the other side of the alley, suddenly rushed into the hotel from behind the two of them in the battle position.

She leaped up the stairs almost like a rabbit with four steps, and then quickly pulled out the key and opened the door to the two's room, and then her keen eyes immediately locked on something wrapped in sackcloth in the corner.

Mira grabbed it, it still seemed a little too heavy for her despite regular exercise, but just as she was about to take it out the door, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded in the distance.

"Smack!" Mila trotted open the window and leaned out of half of her body, grabbing a sackcloth-wrapped sword in one hand.

"Fighting with swords in public, are we really blind soldiers!!" The officer on horseback wore a light helmet with red feathers, this time he was even more armed, even with spears and armor, and behind him a large group of infantry armed with halberds.

"Oh, Raman dog, you know that there are packs. The great swordsman of Suomir, who had distanced himself, still kept the tip of his sword pointing to prevent Henry from approaching, and he spat disdainfully, but despite his apparent disdain, his feet immediately moved, and he turned his head and ran into the alley on the other side, regardless of the sage in front of him.

"Chase, don't let him run!" shouted the officer, but he did not immediately rush up on horseback, and the infantrymen looked at each other and hesitated for a moment before leveling their halberds and walking towards them.

Henry stood still and watched as the Suomir mercenary smoothly slid Kramer into the half-sheath behind his back as he ran, and then ran into an alley.

"Whoa—" The sound of horses sounded, followed by the sound of hurried hooves, and then a black horse leaped out of the alley.

"Damn, don't let him run!" the officer cursed angrily, but he never urged the horses under him to run, but only urged the infantry with words.

"Hah...... Hahhh

"What a bunch of rice buckets!" the officer, still cursing with indignation on his face, but as soon as he had said that, he turned around and led the soldiers back in the direction of the port.

"Whew-" Mira, who was by the window, exhaled, then glanced at the linen-wrapped sword in her hand, then looked down, and finally walked to the luggage of the two in the room.

"......" The sage watched the backs of the guards come and go like the wind, and then turned his head again to look at the other side, and the swordsman on the black horse, who had disappeared at the end of the road, could not even hear the sound of horses' hooves.

"Guy who can only make a show!" the crowd began to chatter, and Galava said indignantly as she stepped on the ground.

"Mr. Mercenary is alright!" Ilmali ran over and circled around Henry, and was amazed at how unscathed the sage's body was, not even his clothes were torn.

"There's no way—" The relieved innkeeper softened, and Galeva quickly helped her, and she continued: "After all, it's those big sword demons, and the defending soldiers can deal with hooligan thieves, and the drunken mercenaries who occasionally make trouble are all unsuccessful guys, and they encounter that kind of murderous monsters......"

"Aurora's nightmare is still going on—" "Don't say it, Mom-" Caleva said, and then noticing that the sunlight in front of him was blocking something, he looked up at Henry.

"I'm sorry for breaking your chairs, I'll pay for it. The sage's voice was as calm as ever, but to his surprise, the young man who had provoked him this morning looked at him with no hostility in his eyes.

The look in his emerald green eyes, like the aurora aurora of Suomir, the miracle of the eternal night, was a little complicated, and there was a hint of apology in addition to surprise and admiration.

"No, that thing doesn't matter, I'll fix it in ten minutes. Caleva said this, and he seemed a little speechless.

"Thank you for protecting our mission objectives, and of course, thank you, Ilmali. Henry stretched out his hand and touched the head of the boy beside him, and Ilmar laughed "hey, hey, hey", and the sage continued, "We have changed our plans, and if this happens, if you stay here any longer, it will cause you unnecessary trouble." ”

"Stomp-" Mira walked down the stairs, she took some time to put on her tank top and put on her armed suit, and then carried the heavy luggage of the two people, and placed it on the ground. "Whew-" After wiping the sweat from his forehead, he took out his long sword from the pile of equipment, although it was still wrapped in linen, it was not unarmed, this was obviously to prevent the other party from killing another horse gun.

"No, it's not the guest's fault—" The innkeeper was visibly frightened, her face was a little pale, and her breathing was a little disordered.

"It's not good after all. The sage shook his head: "The tree is very windy." ”

"—I have to return the travel expenses to you. The proprietress propped herself up and walked towards the interior of the inn, and Ilmaforce looked reluctantly over to the stable, where the little unicorn poked out its little white head and looked at it.

"I didn't expect to have a night's rest, is this a shot in the foot?" Mira rolled her eyes at Henry, obviously referring to Margaret's flawless plan, but they didn't expect to immediately meet someone hostile to the nobles of the Empire. The girl then asked, "What should I do if I leave it with the union before it is ready?"

"Well, it would be safer to live in the union for the time being. Henry replied that the conversation was in the language of Avenella, and Galeva listened to them in a bewildered manner, and opened her mouth several times to say something, but only to stop talking.

"Hey—" The sage and the maiden turned their heads, and the young man bowed deeply to them with his hands at his side.

"Before, I misunderstood you, I'm sorry. Thank you, though, well, it's your own task, but if you had been quietly watching, maybe he—I don't know—might have gotten really bad—anyway!" it was evident from the provocation of the morning that this was a young man whose mouth moved faster than his brain, and who was trying to sort out his words but speaking in a garbled manner.

"Anyway, I'm sorry, I was too impulsive and misunderstood!" said Caleva in accented Lamani, and Henry raised an eyebrow.

Speak.

"Actually, you didn't get me wrong. "He spoke Suomir, and it was extremely pure, with a Euroa accent.

Kaleva froze in place.

"It's me who should say sorry, I lied. This sentence was replaced by a Lamanite language.

"You—" The young man who couldn't turn his mind stared at the sage, and his face was blue and he squeezed for a long time, but he could only say one word about you.

"Poof—hahahaha," Mira laughed out loud as she said to her, causing passers-by to turn their heads to look at her.

"Hahaha-" The proprietress with the change walked out of the hotel, and then looked at Mira who was bent over with a smile in confusion.

"Hahahaha-" Even the sage couldn't give an answer as to why this disciple of his own was smiling so happily.

Laughter echoed through the street.

In the golden sun.

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“...... Mom, I want to know about those swordsmen. What the hell are they—" After Henry and Mira had left, Caleva asked her mother by candlelight, taking time out of her day to finish.

"What's the good thing about knowing this kind of thing. "The hostess obviously didn't really want to mention the topic.

"Why did they become like this, they would rather be banished by the queen and lose their place than hold on to such weapons, what the hell are they clinging to-"

"Hold on to something......"

"Yes, you were born here, and my father and I didn't tell you about it. The proprietress put the last washed dish on the drying rack, wiped her hands with a rag, and turned around.

"The legend of Suomi. ”

"That kind of sword wasn't originally a weapon like that, bloody, killing or something, although it was a very powerful weapon. ”

"But the first sword was in the darkest of times. ”

"O star that brings hope to the people. ”

"Forged in the Heinzswerm Meteor Lake, legend has it that it is made of meteoric iron, indestructible, and unstoppable. ”

"That's why it's called Kramer......"

"Hmm. The proprietress looked out the window, and the stars were shining.

"Cut through people's confusion, cut a golden road in the darkness, and bring hope to the people. ”

"But that kind of thing, it's a fairy tale. She waved her hand, then shook her head and smiled.

"Not necessarily. "Hmm, Ilmali, did you just say something?"

"Maybe..... Not necessarily. ”

"What doesn't have to be?"

"I secretly opened it and looked at it, although the mercenary lord would be angry, but it would be fine if he was not discovered. ”

"What did you uncover?"