Chapter 778： 　Men's War (4)

To Allen's surprise, Link used his left hand to make a sharp sword. Generally speaking, people are better at using their right hand. Even if there are fierce men who use double-edged blades, generally speaking, there will be a slight difference in the strength of the two-handed attack, all of which are weak on the left and strong on the right. However, it is rare that the force of both hands is the same or even opposite.

But Link's sword was clean and neat, a simple straight stab, but it felt like piercing the sky. That is not a handy move, but requires a thousand hammers to stab such a sword.

Allen immediately turned around, avoiding the straight stab, and swept the long knife at Link's waist. There is also no extra action, but the sword has an undisguised intent to kill! Link hit the ground with his left foot, and the man jumped up in the air. Allen's knife was almost wiped against the sole of his foot. If he had been half-beat slow just now, it would be a completely different result.

Link squinted slightly, and Allen's knife skills were refined. Like just now, this knife completely abandons any fancy, only for speed. This is the method of murder!

The two attacked each other, and both had a little understanding of each other.

Link landed, turned, sprinted. It was another sword with his left hand. The long sword was almost weightless in his hand. In a flash, he didn't know how many stabs were shot like a machine gun. Allen could only feel the light of the sword from the other side shining towards him, like a shower. Even a sword pierced the pressure of generating ↘ on his eyes, which affected his vision and made him a little bit unable to see Link's figure.

Such a sword skill!

"It's a little bit starry..." Metaron leaned forward slightly: "It's been a long time since I saw this trick, but it has not attracted the source force, and it was used by Link. If it is from Rebes, when It's the moving scene of shooting stars all over the sky."

The people around all heard their expressions, seeming to imagine what a spectacular scene it should be.

At this moment, although Allen's eyes did not meet Metaron's words, he saw shooting stars in the sky. But the stars flickered, and he gave a soft drink. The whole person suddenly showed a tragic aura, and saw Alan raise his knife and leaned forward. Disregarding those fictitious Starlight Sword strength, suddenly slammed into Link's sword shadow. The long knife slashed out flatly, but gave birth to a strong momentum of the three armies.

The starlight suddenly disappeared.

Link suddenly retreated three steps, and finally lifted the right hand that had never been used, and slashed the knife attacked by Allen with three consecutive swords. The first sword was bounced off by the long sword, the second one held the sword slightly, and the third one made the long sword deflect to one side. Although it was only a slight difference, it flashed past Link. The blade hit the ground, and a crack was immediately opened in the ground of the training field. The gap extended, creating a three-meter-long scar with a depth of ten centimeters.

Link looked at the scar, dazzling. Allen's knife didn't use the source force, in other words, it was the basic strength of his body. Only basic strength can cut such a crack, Link doesn't feel that his body without armor protection is as hard as the ground. Of course, his body protection source power is enough to turn a serious injury into a minor injury, but in that way, it means he has lost.

Suddenly, he regretted a little, he seemed to be too big. Perhaps as Allen said, it would be better to wear armor.

The two regained their distance.

The series of offenses and defenses just now dazzled people. Whether it was the envoy of Idahuaxing or the soldiers of Liehui, they applauded the wonderful battle between the two. Mila put down his hands and said, "Master Link is really amazing. He split off the offensive and defensive skills of Starry Swordsmanship, but he still has such a wonderful performance. It is really impressive. There is also the human who is fighting against him, although I am not a fighter. It’s not bad to be able to force Master Link to adopt a defensive position."

Metaron nodded and said: "Allen is really good. At his age, he has such a deep understanding of the technique of swords, and he has been regarded as a first-class talent. But..."

"But what?" Mila asked.

"Nothing, they are going to the second round of the contest." Metalong smiled.

Mila laughed and didn't say a word. It was obvious that Metaron hadn't finished speaking just now, so he didn't know what he wanted to say.

Looking at Alan, Metalong sighed in his heart. Regarding the person Lucy liked, how could the imperial court also inquire about any news. Orfascius personally ordered to let people find out Allen's details. Allen's life has already been listed as a report, presented before the emperor's case. Metaron also read that report, and to be honest, Allen is very good. Whether it is his own potential, talent, or ability in sequence design, it is enough to be among the geniuses. But he was imprisoned by the source of power, which became a high mountain and dangerous peak before the word genius, making the person who should have been dazzling dim.

As long as the source force is imprisoned, Alan's end point is faster than Link's, and his martial arts path is even shorter, so short that even people like Ofascius sighed for him. But because of this, Ofascius did not immediately ask Lucy to come back. According to the emperor's intention, he wanted Lucy to see Alan's limits. He believes that when Lucy sees Alan’s achievements, she will stop below the twentieth level, but she is also a member of ordinary people. His daughter will wake up eventually, knowing that Alan is not someone she can entrust for life.

At that time, Lucy would return to him.

Of course, Lucy would not know all this, and Metaron would not say it. He and Ofascius were waiting, waiting for the moment when Allen came to the end. From all the signs, Allen has clearly reached the end.

He has stayed at level nineteen for too long!

If according to the various intelligence obtained before, as long as the potential is reasonable, Alan should have broken through after so many battles. But he was still hovering at level nineteen, even though his combat skills were exquisite, so what. No matter how subtle the technique is, it can't make up the gap in strength. Especially when the level is pulled out of ten levels and eight levels, the advanced ones can completely overcome with absolute strength.

This is also the reason why Metaron did not stop Link from continuing to challenge Allen. He wanted to take this opportunity to let Allen and Lucy see the status quo.

Although Lucy will definitely find it difficult to accept, time is enough to smooth everything out.

The old Marquis's thoughts were ups and downs, and suddenly he heard an agitated cry in his ears. After regaining consciousness, two figures were entangled in the scene.

The actions of Alan and Link are already four-character, and both sides are playing fast. Allen's sword was fierce, completely an offensive method. He gave up all defenses and launched a fierce attack with an indomitable momentum. In contrast, Link adopted a guard posture cautiously. The long sword in his right hand continuously interweaves a detailed and complex sword path, dripping all the attacks from Allen.

Regardless of offensive or defensive, both of them are close to the extreme. Among the people watching the battle around the training ground, only masters such as Metalon, Roddy, and Catherine could see their movements clearly. Most of them only saw two fast-moving figures. Between them, there were frequent loud noises of gold and iron fighting, wiping out sparkling sparks. When the speed of both sides was pushed to the peak, the figures of the two had completely blurred, and there was only a dark afterimage in everyone's eyes, and it was impossible to distinguish Alan and Link.

With such a fierce battle, people almost forget to breathe.

Everything is always relative, there will be lows, there will be monthly profits and losses, and tides ebb and flow. Nothing can remain at the highest point forever, even the gods have fallen, and the planets have risen and died.

Allen and Link are no exception.

After pushing to the fastest speed, the dark afterimage gradually turned into two fuzzy figures, and then the figure became clear again. In the end, there was a great sound of Jin Ge in the field, and the two suddenly separated, each holding a sword and pointing at each other, but they breathed in the same place.

In this competition, the source of strength is not moving, and the pure competition is physical and endurance, and no one can beat anyone in the end. But this is just the surface. For example, the Metaronists see that Link actually has the advantage because of more defense and less attack. Allen was purely letting go and attacking, and his physical energy was far above Link. In this comparison, Alan is really above Link if he considers physical fitness alone.

But fighting is not simply a competition of physical fitness, but strategy, reaction, energy, and skills are indispensable. Link's physical fitness is not as good as Allen, but his exquisite defensive skills make up for this, otherwise Allen would have broken the line of defense long ago, and the soldiers will be on the ground. This shows that the defensive skills of Fanxing Swordsmanship are really powerful. If he were in a different place with Link, under the same circumstances, even Metaron wouldn't dare to say that he would definitely be able to withstand Allen's onslaught.

After all, the old marquis' combat skills were not good at defense.

"258 knives..." Link consumes less than Allen, and is on the line to adjust his breathing. He said: "Just now you scored a total of 258 knives, which took less than a minute. In other words, you scored at least four knives per second. Although among the people I know, you are not the fastest with knives. At your level, it is the first one who can use the knife so quickly."

"Ellen, you are indeed amazing. I apologize for the arrogance before. But I am sorry, if you can't beat me, I will never agree with you Even if you can't take your Highness today, I will make another Think of ways to."

Allen nodded: "I will make you give up."

"Oh?" Linktor set his glasses: "Can you tell me where does your confidence come from?"

"It's very simple. I think I have seen through your routine." Allen smiled and said: "If I read it right, you have completely separated the two different methods of offense and defense in a swordsmanship. Yours The right-handed sword is responsible for defense, and the left-handed sword is for attacking. Generally speaking, people are always used to right-handed attacking, but you are just the opposite. I think you are trying to make your opponent miscalculate your routine. So you can get the effect of a surprise weapon?"

"and then?"

"Seeing that you can train your left hand to be as flexible as your right hand, then I boldly guess. In fact, left offense and right defense are also used to create an illusion. In fact, for you, which hand is responsible for offense and defense makes no difference anymore? "

Link was surprised, and nodded after a moment: "Obviously, you have been able to observe so many things. Mr. Allen, you are indeed a respectable opponent."

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