What determines the difference between the two levels of swordsman and swordsman is a question that is difficult to summarize in a few simple words. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

If we only talk about strength and weakness, we can start from many aspects such as physical fitness, understanding and mastery of sword skills, but the title of sword master is far from being enough to include these items.

Although it is related to them, it would be biased to talk about them alone.

If "shi" refers to a level of mainstay who has matured enough to claim to "know a thing or two about swordsmanship", then "shi" refers to an achievement that is superior to others and can be a mentor to others.

This kind of achievement is not necessarily limited to physical fitness, because many strong people who have reached the level of sword master are recognized by the world, even if they are old and frail, their prestige in the eyes of the world has not been greatly diminished because of this. It also has little to do with the number of skills mastered, because many swordsmen spend their entire lives trying to achieve perfection in one genre.

But what is the reason why they are still respected?

Aside from the aspect of one's own self-cultivation, just as in many villages around the world there is a major decision, they will ask the elders of the village for advice, whether they are one of the rulers or not, people do not look at them in terms of physical strength or outstanding ability in a particular area.

It's something, something deeper.

Even among those who live by swords, age is not the most decisive factor.

- The rain became heavier and heavier, and the middle-aged mercenary stabbed Filippo with a sword in one hand.

Although the two men were of similar height, the strength of the middle-aged man was twice that of Filippo because of their age--"Ho!" he pressed his index finger to the surface of the sword to increase the stability of the stab, and had no intention of giving it all the resentment that had accumulated in his heart to this, in his opinion, the appearance of the pretentious aristocratic young man, and putting him to death.

He has a lot of movements, with a dash of pace, which is a typical mercenary swordsmanship, not much attention is paid to knocking down the enemy.

In contrast, Filippo's legs are separated from each other, his right foot is about four steps away from his left, his center of gravity is firmly in the center, and the tip of his sword hangs downward.

- When he fought against Henry, he couldn't make any use because of the crushing class gap, and at this moment, when he faced different opponents and watched in the makeshift camp, Mira realized that this frizzy young man of the Lamanite aristocracy was indeed superior.

He's hanging the tip of his sword, taking a nimble lower pitch, and not even thinking about the block-focused starting style of the mid-line defense - he's either a complete fool or someone who knows what he's doing.

Why is the move with the tip of the sword hanging low and pointing to the ground named "Fool's Style" in the swordsmanship system?

Is it because it completely ignores defensive and offensive postures, which only the most stupid people would adopt-"Hmph-" The middle-aged mercenary noticed Filippo's posture, and with a sneer, quickly closed the distance and ran in front of him. But at the moment when he spun his shoulders back sharply to increase the force of the thrust, Filippo's front legs straightened, and he was ready, and then—"whoa—the mercenary's sword missed.

"Oh!" the crowd of onlookers launched a cry, but Filippo dodging the opponent's attack was only the first step, the middle-aged mercenary's attack intention was exposed from the beginning, Filippo in the battle seemed much calmer than before, he avoided this stabbing and grabbed the opponent's arm to stretch forward, and the one-handed sword went directly to the middle-aged mercenary's wrist from the bottom up.

"Boom!" Even in the rain, the two steel swords collided with each other and produced dazzling sparks. The middle-aged mercenary realized that something was wrong, and the padrossi-style gauntlets with side rings for better defense saved his palms, but the surprise attack still caused pain in his wrists and muzzle - and that wasn't the end of it.

The fool's style is the tip of the sword pointing downward.

The trajectory of its attack is different from the powerful downward slash, which is a bottom-up attack. Affected by its attack, the long sword in the middle-aged mercenary's hand was naturally hit by the impact to the posture of raising it above its head.

In other words, he raised the weapon he used to block the defense in his hand to the top of his head, in such an embarrassing position that he could not protect his throat and chest in time.

"Huh!" the middle-aged mercenary shouted in a hurry, trying to affect the other party's psychology with this, but this was useless.

He stumbled on the muddy water, then managed to get up on his hands and feet, panting and resuming his attacking stance.

Fools, fools.

Who is the so-called fool?

"Whew-" Filippo retracted his lunge and changed his center of gravity.

What exactly does "swordsman" mean?

This young man, who had made the white-haired Luoan girl a little underestimated before, gave the answer.

"Do you know what he just did?" asked Henry, rarely, perhaps because it was so hard to come by. Mira nodded, then shook her head again.

"I guess I know, but I don't understand. She said that, even though the girl herself was already excellent, if she could learn everything in just three years, the world would be full of masters.

"Attack range. As always, Henry was in the dark.

"Ahh

- Attack range.

It's a very vague term, a concept that can only be understood by people who regularly practice with others or in actual combat.

It's not something that can be explained in a few simple words, it's different from things that can be explained in words, such as the basic starting style and power generation of swordsmanship, it needs it.

It's time.

Filippo held no stone until the last minute to avoid the middle-aged mercenary's sword, because he was so familiar with this Padrosi-style sword that he could barely look at it to understand its attack range, so he was accustomed to naturally judging when he should dodge.

Someone who is qualified to be a mentor to others, someone who can be called a "sword master", whether Joshua or anyone else he has met on the West Coast, has something that no young man as talented as Mira has.

That's the experience.

Judging the attack distance, judging the opponent's intention, such things are not something that the body can keep up with as long as you understand it.

Only after many battles and actual battles have reached the point where you know how to dodge and where to stop whenever you see your opponent's moves, you are qualified to talk about this word.

Filippo was only in his early 20s, and he had enough experience to use such skills.

It was indeed beyond her power to provoke Henry before, but this frizzy and impulsive young man, in a place she didn't know, was afraid of the sweat that had been shed by the hard work, and the bruises and broken skin on her body were caused by practice, and the blisters and calluses sharpened by the sword in her hand were already unknown.

"Bang-boom-!" sparks flew everywhere, and Filippo was in a fast-paced attack with an unchanged attitude before he turned, and the stabbing sword in his hand and the middle-aged mercenary's one-and-a-half sword kept clashing, and the large and small gaps in the blades and gauntlets on both sides began to increase. And it was clearly a man in the prime of life who was stronger than Filippo, and the middle-aged mercenary couldn't hold it after his head-splitting attack, so he needed to stretch out his left hand to grab the counterweight of the sword in both hands to barely protect himself.

"Too much deception....... It's too deceitful!!" The middle-aged mercenary, who was already holding back a breath of anger, roared again, and the reason for this was that a group of combat professionals, including Mira and Henry, could see that anyone with a little level could see it.

Filippo's level is much higher than that of the middle-aged mercenary, and the two of them have not seen blood so far, but only the battle between the blades, not because the middle-aged mercenary has an extraordinary outburst, but because the young man deliberately aimed at his weapon to attack.

Instead of hitting the body, attacking the weapon, this practice is a great insult to the middle-aged mercenary. He roared angrily, his momentum increased out of thin air, and he no longer kept his sword in his hands, and reversed the situation with a powerful attack.

"When!boom-Qiang Qiang" Originally, I didn't know if it was for the sake of fairness or just looking down on Filippo who was holding a one-handed sword, although the sword in his hand was a longer one-handed half-sword, and the middle-aged mercenary was only holding it with one hand, at this time, he finally let go of his face problem, and the more powerful slash of the sword in both hands immediately made Filippo who was holding a one-handed stabbing sword fall behind.

The young man changed his previous chatter, and he did not say a word until the beginning of the battle, and when he saw that the other party had changed his intention to attack, he immediately opened his distance.

"Whew-" "Whew...... Call....... ....... "After a frenzied swing, a half-hand sword swung in a dazzling arc and slashed into the soft dirt, and the middle-aged mercenary maintained this posture and gasped for breath. He still wanted to raise his sword, but even the laymen in the ranks, such as merchants and travelers, could already see the nature of his exhaustion.

“...... That's enough, stop quickly!" One of the women among the passengers called out in a voice, but how could the two men caught in the middle of the battle listen.

Once a man is stubborn, he can't pull it back.

"What's the matter, noble young master, are you looking down on me, I can still fight! Come on!" It was only a few minutes, but the middle-aged mercenary who was obviously inferior to Filippo in controlling his aura was already unable to stand on his feet, and he only had his voice still loud, provoking Filippo loudly.

“...... What do you people think about my aristocracy?"

In the end, Filippo was still just a young man, and he couldn't hold back, and finally opened his mouth and roared at the other party.

"Do you think I'm a nobleman who wants to be a nobleman, do you think it's really that good to be born into a nobleman!" A half-length black hair was wet by the rain and clinging to his face, and the emerald eyes that faintly peeked out from under the sea shone with a dazzling luster, and Filippo pointed straight at the other party with his stabbing sword, roaring word by word.

"Since I was a child, my family had high hopes that as long as there was one thing that was not done right, it was corporal punishment. I work harder than anyone else!"

"I'm working harder than anyone else!"

"But what did I get in exchange!" he snarled at the middle-aged mercenary, but the words seemed to be addressed to the others.

"That guy is a nobleman, and that's because that guy is a nobleman!"

"Nobody cares how much blood and sweat I've shed, no one notices that they're having fun, I'm just practicing silently while they're having fun. Everyone blames my accomplishments on being a nobleman, and everyone is looking at me with that damn look!" he shouted, taking a stride and slashing at the middle-aged mercenary.

"Qiang Dang-!" sparks flew again, and while maintaining a posture of fighting hard, Filippo spoke again: "Why do you people have this virtue, you don't work hard yourself and then you can't get used to other people's achievements, thinking that all people who are better than you have reached this level because of their backgrounds, connections, and shady scenes. ”

"Qiang-" The two swords separated, and the two swordsmen, who had a huge disparity in identity and a young age, opened up at the same time.

Whether it is a stabbing sword or a half-handed sword, it is full of gaps, but this gap is not a proof of the frustrations suffered by boys in the process of growing up in reality.

"I don't work hard, and then I only know how to point to other people's backbones, and I only know how to look at them behind my back, that kind of ...... A mixture of jealousy and resentment, gloomy eyes!" He raised his sword again, but this time it was split by a blow from the middle-aged mercenary's rage.

"Then you again!-" "When!!" The loud crash was followed by a metal trill, and for the first time in the whole duel, Filippo fell behind, and he immediately pulled away to avoid the opponent's next attack, and the middle-aged mercenary then shouted: "Then do you know what kind of life those who can't even succeed in their efforts live!"

"I hate this theory!"

"Is poverty because you don't work hard enough?"

"Where do you want me to start working hard!" "Boom-boom-" Filippo was momentarily disadvantaged by the frantic sword moves, and he subconsciously began to readjust his breathing, trying to stabilize his position and change his footwork to gain a foothold on the slippery ground.

"You can have swordsmanship, because you have a swordsmanship instructor, but what about me!Who wants to teach a low-ranking mercenary with no money!" "Dangqiang-" The angry attack made Filippo's slashing sword almost fly out of his hand, and he repeatedly pulled away to readjust his stance, and as the long rain gradually began to chill his fingers, he began to feel tired.

"What do you know! You blame us for not working hard, but even if we want to, we have no way out!"

"We!" "Boom!" Filippo put on a solid mid-line stance to block his attack.

"No!" "Bang-boom-" He twisted his wrist and twisted the blade of his sword into the middle-aged mercenary's blade.

"Yes, take care of everything, give you all the conditions you need!" The gauntlet of the stabbing sword opened the blade of the middle-aged mercenary, and Filippo locked the mercenary's sword with the ninety-degree angle between the gauntlet and his own blade, and then slid forward.

"So that you can work hard without any worries. ”

"Parents!"

He approached the middle-aged mercenary, and used the exact same technique that Henry had used a few days ago, twisting the opponent's wrist and unloading the entire hand and half sword in his hand.

"Take!" the sword slammed into the mud, splashing muddy water that polluted its surface, but it was quickly washed away by the rain to reveal its dazzling and smooth light.

"I don't have parents either. Filippo flicked his sword, then left a sentence and walked towards his own horse not far away.

Only the middle-aged mercenary was still stunned.

The rain was pouring down.

Down in the dirt.

It is also in people's hearts.