On the arena, which was the center of attention, a contest between gorgeous and plain was unfolding.
The first match of the top 16 was between two pure warriors who did not know magic at all. On one side was Spencer Smith, who came from the capital of the Duchy of Thunder and was now the deputy commander of the Church of the God of Knights of the Duchy of Thunder. On the other side was Herman Amstell, who came from a small noble family in the countryside of the Kingdom of Holy Angels and was now just a forest ranger.
The former was young and handsome, wearing a gorgeous full-body armor. The armor glowed blue under the sun, which was the characteristic of mithril in steel. His armor and weapons glowed with strange colors from time to time, and one could tell at a glance that they were powerful magic items.
The latter was already middle-aged, with a scraggly beard and messy flaxen hair. Except for an old breastplate picked up from nowhere, he did not have a second piece of armor. The sword in his hand was flashing with magic light, but looking at the jellyfish pattern on the sword, it was clearly a standard enchanted weapon provided by the Church of the Void Mask for contestants who lacked handy weapons. It was pathetic that he had fallen to such an extent!
Spencer's steps were light and agile, and his movements were flexible and quick, revealing the spirituality of a young man in his bones. His swordsmanship did not follow the rules of swordsmanship, and he often used some illogical or even terrible moves. However, he used his own swordsmanship to make up for all these flaws. In his sword moves that flowed like clouds and water, there was not even the slightest chance for him to gain an advantage.
The rarest thing was that even in the midst of the fierce battle, he still maintained an elegant posture, just like a prince charming who had walked out of a knight's story. He was handsome and elegant, as if he could even kill a dragon with a wave of his hand. Countless screams and cheers could be heard from the audience, and it was unknown how many young girls' hearts were stolen by him.
Herman, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. His swordsmanship was simple to the extreme — note, not simple, but simple.
The so-called simplicity referred to someone like Nicholas. Even though he did not have any flashy or quick moves, he was able to maximize the efficiency of each move. He could not find any gaps or loopholes in his defense, and he would always attack his opponent's weak points when attacking. This made his opponent extremely depressed, unable to fully display their skills or strength, and in the end, they could only fail miserably.
Herman wasn't like that. His sword technique wasn't that rigorous, on the contrary, it was somewhat crude. It could be seen that he had put in a lot of effort into every move and style, and had practiced it countless times. Just like the famous legend on Earth before Sui Xiong's time travel, "If you swing your sword at a big tree a hundred thousand times, you will be able to master the unparalleled sword." He had really practiced every move to the point of perfection. However, there was clearly a problem with the way he intersected his moves. It was clear that he had never been under the tutelage of a great teacher, nor had he gone through the tempering of a hundred battles. Many of the changes in the intersecting of his moves appeared to be very casual. To put it bluntly, they were all filled with flaws.
But Herman had a kind of beast-like intuition and astonishing acuity. Every time Spencer wanted to use these flaws to attack, he would suddenly burst out with astonishing speed. Not only would he make up for his flaws, but he would also be able to counterattack. This was not the first time he had caused Spencer to suffer some losses.
After so many times, Spencer simply wasn't in a hurry to seize the opportunity to attack. He had absolute confidence in his own physical strength, and believed that no matter what, he couldn't be worse than someone who was probably older than his teacher. So he made up his mind to compete with Herman in endurance. Whether it was a few hours or a few days, he would use the physical strength of a young man and his perfect sword technique to drag his opponent to death!
"This young man is really outstanding!" In the sky, Morani praised. "He's famous at such a young age, but he's neither arrogant nor rash. His sword technique is so gorgeous, but his character is so calm. He's a rare talent!"
Sui Xiong's martial arts were really not brilliant, and he couldn't see why Spencer's sword technique was good, but he could see that Spencer and Herman had completely different attitudes. The battle had been going on for more than an hour, and Spencer had always maintained a calm attitude and a confident smile on his face. But Herman's face was getting gloomier and gloomier. His eyebrows were wrinkled deeper and deeper, his eyes were getting fiercer and fiercer, and his breathing was getting faster and faster. From time to time, there were a few low growls coming from his throat, just like a beast that was in trouble and was growling in a low voice.
"Strange, why is he like this?" Sui Xiong wondered. "Right now, the battle situation is still fifty-fifty, but why does he look like he's at a disadvantage and looks very impatient and annoyed?"
Morani looked carefully for a while and shook his head. "There's something wrong with this man's brain."
"What?"
"There's something wrong with this man's brain," Morani said. "I don't know if it's because he was injured when he was young, or if it's congenital. In short, there's something wrong with his brain. Strictly speaking, he's a congenital idiot, but he's just slightly better than a mentally retarded child. "
Sui Xiong was shocked. "A mentally retarded person can practice such powerful martial arts?"
"I've never seen this kind of thing before. But there are many legendary creatures that basically have no intelligence, so in theory, mentally retarded people can completely be masters. "
Sui Xiong stared dumbfoundedly at the man who was growling like a trapped beast and waving the standard two-handed sword like it was blowing wind. He kept pressing forward step by step, but couldn't gain the slightest advantage and looked extremely embarrassed.
His hair was disheveled, his beard was also messy, and the expression on his face was even uglier. If one looked carefully, there was indeed a dull feeling on his face, and he often looked muddle-headed.
But … Sui Xiong suddenly noticed that there was a flash of light in Herman's eyes from time to time. That was the light of wisdom and spirituality!
This man … wasn't just mentally retarded!
"Maybe we should help him," Sui Xiong said. "A person who can practice swordsmanship to such a level shouldn't be muddle-headed his entire life."
Morani frowned. "This requires divine power in the field of wisdom and healing, and we don't have that kind of ability. If we rely on converting divine power to achieve it, the cost is too high. "
"Let me think of a way." Sui Xiong smiled. "Dementia … doesn't necessarily have to be solved with magic."
He slowly permeated the power of his soul into Herman's brain and examined the condition of this person's brain.
Whether it was congenital dementia or acquired dementia, in any case, dementia was most likely a problem with the brain.
Very quickly, he found the problem.
In Herman's brain, there was a very large area. Not only was the blood supply obviously low, but the current of the neural network was also abnormally weak. From what he sensed, it was as if this person's brain was missing a large part.
Perhaps because of this, Herman appeared to be so mentally retarded and clumsy. He was completely lacking in agility and acuity.
If he could help treat his brain and repair the missing part, perhaps he could regain his clear thinking and no longer be mentally retarded, right?
Sui Xiong thought so, and he also did so.
After the match, he went to Herman, who was full of depression because he had lost the match and was sitting in the corner of the contestant's dining hall, eating pig trotters.
"Hello, I think you need treatment."
Herman raised his head and looked at the green jellyfish floating in front of him.
"I don't eat seafood," he said.
Sui Xiong choked for a moment, sighed, and said, "I am the Void Mask, and I want to try to treat your dementia. Are you willing? "
Hermann stared at him, wide-eyed, for a few seconds. Then he looked down and rummaged around the table.
"What are you looking for?" Sui Xiong asked.
"Dad said I can't drink. If I get drunk, I will be cheated … Did I drink? Why don't I remember? "Herman muttered to himself.
Sui Xiong was so angry that he swung his tentacle and hit him on the head. "Who do you think you are! I don't have the time to cheat you! "
Herman then confirmed that he was not drunk. He hesitated for a long time and finally agreed to Sui Xiong's suggestion.
So Sui Xiong treated him.
The content of the treatment was very simple. Sui Xiong turned a tentacle into a needle and pierced it into Herman's skull to repair the missing part of his brain and replenish the blood vessels and nerves.
This was easy to say, but it was not easy to do. The nerves and blood vessels of the human brain were so complicated! Even medical experts did not dare to say that they completely understood it, let alone Sui Xiong, who was an amateur.
But Sui Xiong had an advantage. He could clearly see the structure of Herman's brain. Whether it was the flow of blood or the nerve current, he could clearly sense it with his soul. Moreover, his spirit was so strong that it was enough to analyze a large amount of data. Even in the face of countless complicated structures, he would not be confused.
Even so, he still spent a full two or three days to completely repair Herman's brain.
Repair and manufacturing were different. If it was just manufacturing, it would only take him half a day to finish. But would the manufactured brain and Herman's brain be suitable? This was a question mark. Maybe after the "manufacturing" was completed, Herman's memory would be missing a lot of content and there would be a lot of inexplicable things.
So he had to repair it bit by bit to ensure that there would not be any problems.
When all the repair work came to an end, Sui Xiong cast a spell to wake Herman up from his deep sleep and asked him how he felt.
Herman looked a little sleepy and looked at Sui Xiong in a daze. His eyes were full of confusion. After a while, his eyes gradually became clear, and the slightly sluggish expression on his face gradually disappeared. Slowly, a bit of determination appeared on his face.
"I remember!" He said. "A lot of things that I have forgotten, and a lot of things that I did not take to heart … I remember them all!"
"… I am asking you, how does your brain feel now? Is it still in a daze? "
Herman climbed down from the operating table and knelt down on one knee in front of Sui Xiong. "Your Majesty, the great Void Mask, you have given me a new life! Please forgive me for not being able to find the right words to praise you! From now on, I am your loyal servant. Please allow me to serve you! "
Sui Xiong was stunned. "I just performed an operation. How did I get a subordinate?"
But seeing Herman's determined look, Sui Xiong could not refuse. So this matter was settled.
By the way, because Herman needed to rest after the operation, he could not participate in the losers' matches. His opponent, Felix, had waited in the arena for half an hour, and in the end, he won the crucial revival match in a daze.
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