Chapter 157

The winter sun gradually rises to the middle of the sky. After the snow melts, the black soil on the ground is still wet. The final competition is going on in the center of the arena.

Torcolin waved his long sword in both hands. The ice blue light of the sword folded a few shadows in the air and chopped at his opponent. Unable to dodge, rock could only use his double swords to fight.

The heavy force is transmitted from the body of the sword. On the wrist, the light sparks and harsh friction sound are scratched at the joint of the sword front. Tocollin didn't take back his sword, but continued to press forward. Strength was his strong point.

The tilted sword body is only 2 inches away from rock's forehead. Holding two swords is not as good as using one. As tocolin advances, rock can only step back.

It can't be like this. Rock turns his step, takes his sword to the right, and takes advantage of it to pull back one of his swords and swipe to the other's wrist.

Seeing this, tocolin still didn't withdraw his sword to dodge, but drew it from the bottom right to the top, exchanging injury for victory.

Rock's sword could only cut a shallow wound on the opponent's wrist. Blood began to flow down the wound and dyed the cloth on the hilt red. When tocolin saw rock rolling to the side, he didn't love to fight, but pulled away and was ready to fight again. Rock is flexible, and it's not a wise choice to fight him close.

He waved his long sword again, holding it high in the air, and the blade was flowing with ice blue brilliance. A cold wind waved to rock with the long sword, which made rock feel that his blood was frozen and his body was stiff. Before he could touch this negative effect, tocolin rushed over again.

Dang——

A sword flies to the sky with the clear sound of impact. Rock reaches out his hand, pulls out the dagger in his boot, and rushes directly into tocollin's arms. The dagger is shining with the cold light of magic. Although it doesn't start, it still has great lethality.

Tocolin stepped heavily on the ground. The sharp Ice Spikes protruded from the ground and penetrated rock's shoes. The ice spikes were broken, but many of them also penetrated into his feet. A kind of piercing cold and pain came from childhood, which made him speed as one ton. Tocolin once again opened the distance and swept across the sword.

Shit, this guy has no weakness. Rock turned around, picked up the small sword that landed on the ground, waved the two swords alternately, and rushed up again.

Due to the injury of his foot, rock lost his agility and could not fight for a long time. He could only fight quickly. The bright red magic began to spread in the sword body, and his blood vessels were booming. In winter, white steam rose.

In the air, the red sword's shadow quickly attacked the ice blue opponent, and the sparks overflowed. From time to time, the ice crumbs fell, and then melted again. With the violent collision, the thin sword began to appear cracks, and finally broke into pieces with a bang. Rock clenched the remaining sword and continued to fold and wave.

Tokolin's sword body is horizontal. The light of ice blue is flowing, and the cold wind is rolling down. It produces puffs of suction, which makes rock's figure slow. Then he tries to wave it down.

Actually, it was the same move in Rocco's heart. Just like the last match in Isaiah, Rocco was surprised. After the quick approach, the sword was broken in the lightning flint, and then a dagger was across tocolin's collar. A slight bloodstain appeared on his opponent's neck, and the blood began to leave along his neck.

"Rock wins, the final is over!"

After all, he was once the son of the viscount and a genius. He can't die here at will.

After a moment of silence, tocolin slowly put down his sword and looked at rock with burning eyes, as if to remember the opponent.

Sorry, I took advantage of it, but I won't admit defeat and give up my qualification. Rock read it in his heart, then looked at him without any evasion.

The college competition in IKE city was finally put on in the final. After the competition, rock noticed the cheers of the audience, and some of the audience cheered. It was worth the trip.

"Rock!"

"Rock!"

"Rock!"

"Rock!"

A group of students gathered around him. They lifted the rising star and threw it up. There were cheers and celebrations beside him. Although rock usually didn't care about the opinions of people around him, the taste of victory was still so delicious that his heart was stretched out, just like the long suppressed dark cloud, which was pushed aside, and he saw a beautiful sun and future.

Emmenus, the name of glory and hero, the yearning of countless people, will open the door to him today.

In sharp contrast to the enthusiastic cheers next to him was another silent teenager. Tocolin covers the wound on his wrist, slowly walks into the dark channel, and quietly leaves the busy place that has nothing to do with him.

A shabby carriage was parked outside. The decorations on it had faded and many of them were mottled. Tocolin got on the carriage and said nothing.

"Doesn't the young master's wrist matter?" The old coachman asked.

"Well, it doesn't matter. Let's go, uncle Fitch."

"All right." The old coachman no longer asked. He knew his young master's temperament. Since his master died, he became more and more indifferent and stubborn.

I failed this time, but I'm still young. I'll come again next year. Wait, rock. I'll beat you again, just like I did countless times. It's just your luck this time. Tocolin watched the arena out of the window until it faded into view.

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Burris's back hill, training in the woods.

"So, that's why you've been practicing with me this month?"

Rock's feet were bandaged, and although he couldn't see it in his shoes, there were still bursts of pain from time to time.

"That's right. I used to follow the master of Dangfeng sword faction with tocollin. He learned this move very quickly and liked it very much. There's no reason why he didn't use it in battle. I just want you to be familiar with it in advance."

Isaiah answered, of course.

"But it's not fair." Answered rock.

"Fairness, what is fairness? There's never been perfect fairness, rock Isaiah's rare reply was serious.

"Your father is the captain of the bodyguard. You can touch swords when you are young. You don't have to worry about food and clothing. You have plenty of nutrition. You start with a teacher and have plenty of practice time."

"But those children from poor families don't have such conditions. Many of them haven't touched a real sword in their whole life. They don't have a teacher to teach them, and they have to help their family work at ordinary times, so they have no time to practice."

"It's not fair that you win them. Why do you qualify. What kind of outcome do you want to pursue in order to be truly fair? "

"I admit that my talent is not as good as you, but I have a good sister and a better birth. I don't exclude these. Instead, I will make good use of the existing conditions."

"I don't think it's pure diligence that makes me. There are more complicated reasons for this, but should I be ashamed? No."

"I will live well, and I will try to make the people around me live better. I want to be a hero and shine on everyone around me."

"Not your narrow fairness."