Chapter 423

"This will be a friendly exchange."

Soshyan looked at the two soldiers in the challenge arena and said that there were three company commander Farzad and one company commander mark standing on it.

More than 100 soldiers were standing around the platform.

Although the star knight and soul drinker merged for some days, soshyan realized that it was not easy for the soldiers of the two systems to integrate, so he formulated a rule and held challenge arena battles regularly to make the soldiers more familiar with each other.

In fact, this tradition also existed in the star world knights in the past. If you go back to the era of the Legion, there was a sword competition in the imperial fist at that time. Soldiers compared and honed their skills in the competition. After the second establishment of the army, this competition became an opportunity for the imperial fist battle group to connect feelings.

Soshyan learned from this competition, and today's first group opponents are Farzad and mark.

"A company commander, mark."

Mark went to Farzad and pulled out his sword.

This is a two handed sword, elegant without losing the sense of strength. The sword body extends downward with a long handle wrapped with stripes.

Farzad stared at the weapon and measured its weight.

After catching the other Party studying the weapon, mark smiled and played a sword flower.

"It's an antique. The long handle allows me to change my grip."

He demonstrated, effortlessly changing hands and one hand.

Farzad nodded, drew out his weapon, two broad-edged battle axes, which were the same silver gray as his armor, and hit each other with two battle axes.

"Third company commander, Farzad."

Mark leaned slightly with a sense of ceremony, and then began to circle around Farzad in a defensive posture. At the same time, he kept pulling his sword, and his eyes shifted on Farzad's upper body and legs.

Farzad adjusted his breathing and began to move along his own track.

He was surprised to find that the other party never took a wrong step, never stepped into the distance of one palm of his attack range, and never let the sword relax between each other. It was always a vague attitude that attracted him to wave his axe forward.

The opponent is an old swordsman. Sol taught him how to deal with this kind of swordsman.

Farzad stopped, defended with one hand and turned his axe with the other.

He was immersed in unprecedented patience.

That's what sol told him. When provoked by a swordsman, you must not attack hard. You must first exhaust the other party's patience.

Ten more heartbeats.

Even the besieged soldiers began to get tired of this confrontation, and their early cheers were replaced by cold and boring silence.

After feeling Farzad's patience, Mark's eyes narrowed.

"I wanted you to attack first to give you a chance to fight, but..."

He stopped and a confident smile slowly appeared on his face,

"Then I'm welcome."

Before the words fell, Mark's sword attacked first.

In Ustad's eyes, the sword had nothing but a moving flash, and Mark's figure was only slightly clearer than the ghost without a trace.

But the attack was real.

"Good!"

His mouth roared loudly, but Ustad's hasty action would only open each other's spikes and defend his exposed facial flesh from the tip of Mark's sword.

Mark then changed the offensive and hit Ustad's armor several times.

At each new conflict, the soldiers burst into a cry of approval and stamped on the ground with their boots to form a rhythmic stomp.

Ustad responded calmly, gave up passive defense and attacked with two axes, forcing mark to retreat from the battle circle.

"I'm glad to find that you still have two skills. I heard that you haven't served for a long time. It's rare that you can train such skills in this time."

"Your praise makes me very happy."

Ustad abandoned distractions and focused on his breathing, carefully keeping his breathing short, as if he needed this time to rest and adjust.

Noticing the detail, mark took the bait.

He stepped up to attack Farzad's front legs, but his attack was too obvious. Farzad ignored this empty move, turned away the blade of the other party's face, then attacked back, clenched the battle axe with both hands and cut into the other party's abdomen.

At this time, there was no room for mark to parry. The veteran calmly twisted his feet, turned to deal with the blow, tried to block Farzad's momentum with his shoulders, and was ready to meet the impact.

Farhad's axe blade vibrated when it came into contact with each other's shoulder armor, and then cut down along the shoulder armor.

This blow obviously did not achieve the expected effect. Farzad twisted the axe blade and changed his holding posture to cut it to the side.

But he immediately threw himself into the air.

He wasn't fast enough. Mark was out of range.

"Great move."

Mark said so, but his eyes narrowed more tightly.

"There's something better!"

The battle had aroused Farzad's blood. He rushed forward and raised his axe above his head.

Markag blocked his next chop, deflected the reverse turn attack again, and stepped back a few steps when Farzad kicked out of the attack range.

Farzad continued to approach, waving a flat sweep parallel to the ground, followed by another turn of the axe blade.

This sudden outbreak caught mark unprepared. Although he defended well, he still let Farzad cut into his inner circle.

Farzad from the barbarian world is taller and stronger than him. This is his chance.

Farzad threw his axe. At the moment when the opponent blocked, he grasped Mark's sword handle with both hands, pulled the veteran to himself and launched a head hammer.

But mark lowered his head wisely.

"Uh --"

Farzad frowned with pain when his forehead hit mark's thick skull.

Farzad paid the price for his reckless behavior. Mark also dropped his sword, took his wrist, turned around and threw him all over the challenge arena.

"Not yet!"

When Farzad jumped and stood up straight again, his eyes were burning with fighting spirit.

"Did you forget something? Second company commander."

Then mark grinned and pointed his sword at Farzad's armour.

He looked down at his empty hands and cursed the damn impulse - he had just thrown his weapon out.

This made Farzad himself forget the warrior's way taught by risol, calm, restrained and thinking. It was obvious that maintaining these difficulties in battle was more difficult than he thought, and the lesson was very profound.

"The competition is over."

Soshyan stepped forward with a smile.

"Commander mark is worthy of being a warrior who has experienced many battles. Your calmness and heaviness will be our most precious wealth."

Mark put away his sword and bowed respectfully to soshyan. The soldiers cheered for him one after another.

"Commander Farzad, your tactics and skills have improved greatly, but you still need to sharpen your will. I hope to see a braver and calmer you in the future."

Farzad bowed to soshyan with a little shame, and the soldiers cheered for him.

"Well, next is -"

Just as soshyan was about to announce the next group of opponents, almin hurried over.

"Commander Zhan, a guest is coming."