Yi Hui finally understood what was going on as he stared at the girl in white who had an advanced design and was staring at him with an emotionless gaze. He did not even know where she came from or why she was in Pojun Academy. Yi Hui finally understood what was going on.
(She's serious …!)
That's right.
The girl in front of him was serious.
As long as this girl regarded him as an enemy, she would definitely kill him without any mercy.
If he didn't deal with the enemy in front of him, then he would die on the spot.
After understanding that, Ichihui's hand that was holding the sword could not help but sweat.
In the past, Ichihui had faced all kinds of malice.
When he was in the family, because of his poor talent, Ichihui was completely ignored by the family, treated as if he didn't exist, and was isolated.
When he was in the school, because of the relationship between the former chairman and the Kuroto Family, they had been making things difficult for Ichihui. Not only did Ichihui not have the opportunity to participate in the Seven Star Sword Martial Festival, but he couldn't even attend the actual combat course. Ichihui wasted a year in vain, and in the end, he was forced to study abroad.
Because of the title "The Fallen Knight," Ichihui suffered a lot of contempt and insults. From the beginning to the present, he had been suffering all kinds of malice.
However, this was the first time he had faced such a pure killing intent head-on like this.
The girl in front of him did not underestimate Yi Hui, nor did she overestimate him. She only treated Yi Hui as an enemy, intending to clash with him with her sword, and even kill him.
And the reason why she did that was simple.
"I am neither a teacher, nor an enlightener. I am just a killer, a destroyer, and an invader."
Attila's voice did not change from the beginning to the end as if she was talking about her own nature.
"That's why I don't know how to teach others, and I don't know what I have that is worth others learning from. But if you want to pursue combat strength from me, then the only thing I can show you is my strength."
That was it.
As the destroyer of civilization, the ravager of the earth, the invader of the world, and the trampler of life, Attila didn't know how to teach others, let alone what was worth others to learn from her.
Therefore, it was simply impossible for Attila to teach Ichihui Swordsmanship.
Not to mention, Attila didn't know any swordsmanship.
She was born with all of her power.
Her sword skills were all honed on the battlefield.
She only knew how to wield her sword efficiently and use it to kill her enemies.
As for how to teach others how to use his sword, it was impossible for Attila to know, let alone understand.
Since that was the case, Attila simply gave up on things that were not suitable for her and only did what she was good at.
That was to fight.
From now on, Attila would display her fighting style, methods, and methods in front of Yi Hui, letting Yi Hui bear her sword.
Under such circumstances …
"If my sword has the power you want, then you can get it yourself."
Attila declared.
In other words, Attila would only show Yi Hui her fighting style, and whatever Yi Hui wanted to learn, he would steal and learn from Attila in battle.
This was not only what Attila was good at, but it was also what Yihui was good at.
Didn't Yihui say it himself?
"I've been a nuisance since I was a child. No one was willing to teach me any swordsmanship, so I had to watch others learn it secretly."
As a result, because of this, Yi Hui mastered the ability to imitate swordsmanship, and in about a minute, he could see through most swordsmanship and create a higher level of swordsmanship in battle to make up for all the shortcomings.
It could be seen how good Yi Hui was at stealing swordsmanship.
Since that was the case, now was the time for Yi Hui to fully display his special skills.
Attila only had one suggestion to give to Yi Hui.
"Don't die."
With that, Attila stomped on the ground and shot forward like a cannonball. The War God's Sword in his hand turned into countless streaks of rainbow light. Like a waterfall, the War God's Sword slashed towards Yi Hui's direction.
“.....！”
Yi Hui could only grit his teeth, raised the Yin Iron in his hand, and welcomed Attila's merciless slash.
As a result, a one-sided ravage unfolded here.
.....
"Swish, swish, swish, swish …!"
In the sharp sound of breaking the air, countless rainbow-colored slashes, like lightning, crossed the space, and shrouded Yi Hui's direction.
"Clang, clang, clang, clang …!"
The sound of the collision of swords and swords suddenly rang continuously, and the sound of the collision continued to echo.
In the face of Attila's merciless slashes, Yi Hui used all his strength. He kept retreating while waving his Intrinsic Spiritual Equipment in the smallest way possible. It was as if he was bathed in a storm of slashes, and he barely managed to deflect all the incoming slashes.
However, Attila's slashes were swift and violent, and there was no pattern to them at all. All of them attacked from the angle that was most likely to kill the enemy. Furthermore, it was a combination of hardness and softness. At times, it was hard and fierce, and at times, it was as heavy as a heavy hammer. At other times, it was soft and flexible like a whip. It allowed the tri-colored light sword to slice across the sky continuously, turning into rainbow-colored waterfalls that attacked from all directions.
Yi Hui had never encountered such a sword that focused on efficiency and only existed to kill the enemy.
Therefore …
"Puff!"
At a certain moment, Yi Hui was unable to block, and his thigh was cut by the tri-color rainbow, and his skin was instantly torn.
"Puff! Puff! Puff!"
As if triggering a chain reaction, slashes after slashes penetrated Yi Hui's defenses one after another. They slashed across Yi Hui's arms, abdomen, and even his cheeks, leaving behind wounds that caused blood to splatter everywhere.
Kazuki could only desperately resist, not only swinging his sword in the smallest way possible, but sometimes he used the blade, sometimes he used the hilt, sometimes he used the tip of the blade, sometimes he used the blade, sometimes he used the handle, sometimes he used the tip of the blade, and sometimes he used the special defense skills to the limit to protect his vital parts.
Even so, Yi Hui was still covered in wounds and was bathed in blood. He looked extremely miserable.
"Brother-sama!"
Seeing this scene, Zhurou finally couldn't help but summon her Inherent Spiritual Equip, ready to rush forward.
Unfortunately …
"Just watch from here, no one is allowed to approach."
With such words, a figure appeared in front of Zhurou, blocking her way.
Who else could it be except Rozen?
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