This was the first time Yi Hui felt fear in the face of someone else's sword.
No matter what, Yi Hui was a knight and a swordsman at the same time. Coupled with his past experience, he rarely had the opportunity to fight against powerful opponents. No one was even willing to teach him swordsmanship. If a powerful swordsman appeared in front of him and was ready to let Yi Hui learn his skills in actual combat, then, with Yi Hui's character, he would probably be so excited and excited that he forgot himself.
Just like the first time he sparred with Rozen, Yi Hui felt very happy. Such an opportunity was too rare for Yi Hui.
In view of this, if it was any other time, Yihui would have been overjoyed, and even more so, because he was able to cross swords with a strong enemy, he would fall into a state of fighting spirit, and display his strength beyond normal. That might not be the case.
But this time, Yi Hui was not even in the mood to be happy. There was only fear left.
It was because Yi Hui understood swordsmanship very well that Yi Hui could see through Attila's sword and see its essence.
There was no order at all. It existed only to kill the enemy. In addition to the blind pursuit of efficiency, there was no other characteristic of the sword skill. It made Yi Hui feel as if he could see a battlefield full of corpses, as if he could see Attila charging on the grassland. The sharpness of her sword seemed to carry a sense of blood, causing Yi Hui to tremble.
So, for the first time in his life, Yi Hui was afraid of a swordsman's sword.
This was not swordsmanship at all, but a butcher's knife used to kill in the real sense.
Such a sword skill could only exist on the battlefield and could not exist anywhere else.
Yi Hui understood this, and just now, he was trembling because of Attila's existence.
Yi Hui did not know who Attila was, and what was her origin.
But Yi Hui was sure …
(She is definitely more terrifying than we thought.)
That was the only thing he could be sure of.
In this way …
(Let me learn from her sword?)
At the same time such a thought flashed in his mind, Yi Hui's heart produced an indescribable resistance.
It was not because Yihui was disgusted by Attila's sword, nor was it because he thought that there was no reason or need to learn this sword.
Yi Hui knew very well that the Blade Hunters were not athletes. They also needed to go to the battlefield and kill for the sake of their country. Otherwise, there would be no need to talk about protecting their country, fighting for their country, and standing on the world stage.
Since that was the case, Attila's sword was a rare and precious power for Yi Hui.
If he could learn it, then Yihui's strength would definitely be reborn, and he would become a true Blade Cutter that could gallop freely on the battlefield.
However …
(Can I really learn this sword?)
For the first time, Ichio, who had Sword Imitation, questioned his ability to steal.
There were two reasons.
First, Attila's sword did not have any moves or principles to speak of. Every move, every movement, every rise and fall, every swing and slash, all followed the trajectory that was most likely to kill the enemy. It could be said to be messy, but it was actually extremely practical. It could be said to be messy, but it was actually very meticulous. It was impossible to pry into the depths of such a sword, understand its principles, explore its essence, learn it, and even develop a higher level of the sword.
The other was that this kind of sword did not only need to know how to wield the sword, but also needed to have a heart that was always on the battlefield, abandon the naivety and purity of human nature, and always remain calm and ruthless like a machine. Only then could one master this kind of fighting method. Otherwise, it was just a sword move, and it was impossible to exert this kind of power that could make the enemy fear.
The so-called no move is better than having a move, perhaps it was about this kind of realm.
In that case, could Yi Hui, who could only imitate the enemy's sword skills, really learn this kind of sword?
(Can I be like her, able to destroy and ravage everything?)
This was simply difficult for Ichio, who had a gentle personality and strived for progress.
And when he thought that he could not successfully learn the only sword skill that he could rely on, and in the end, he gained nothing, Ichio was even more afraid. He only felt that the wounds all over his body had lost their sense of pain, and his body became cold.
Even under such circumstances, Attila still kept swinging her sword coldly and ruthlessly.
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
The sound of the rainbow sword slicing through flesh suddenly became more frequent, causing Yi Hui, who was caught in the storm of slashes, to bleed even more. His body was already in a terrible state, covered in cuts and bruises.
"Brother-sama …!"
Zhu Ying's voice, full of worry, fear, and panic, constantly passed into Ichio's ears.
(I must look miserable now, right?)
Ichio had such a thought, and even his breathing became uneven.
Ichio's ability was the most common physical enhancement.
He could double his physical strength, achieving a multiplicative effect, surpassing ordinary people.
This was the most inferior ability among the many abilities of the Blade Slayers.
Because Blade Slayers basically didn't need to strengthen their physical strength, as long as they released magic, like Mana Release, to enhance their attack, defense, and even speed, they could achieve a far better effect than Physical Enhancement.
This was the case with many Blade Slayers. When using magic, their physical strength could not only be enhanced by two times, but as much as three or four times. For example, Stacey, who had extraordinary magic, it could even be enhanced by five or six times, far more powerful than Ichio's ability.
In other words, as long as they were Blade Slayers, anyone could achieve Physical Enhancement with magic alone, and the enhancement would be more than doubled. Ichio's ability was just an inferior version, and because of his inferior magic, he couldn't use magic at will. So even if Ichio's physical strength reached A-Rank, after the enhancement of his ability, he was only about the same level as ordinary Blade Slayers.
His ability was about the same as ordinary Blade Slayers. In the face of Blade Slayers with all kinds of outstanding abilities, Ichio's disadvantage was obvious.
Now, Ichio had used his own ability, but he couldn't make any counterattack against the storm in front of him.
As Rozen said, Ichio really had nothing but his sword.
Now, even his sword was suppressed, what else could Ichio do?
(No, I can still fight with everything I have.)
Ichio's eyes burned with fighting spirit again.
Black Iron Ichio's life was to fight with everything he had and surpass the limit.
If he didn't do that, he couldn't defeat anyone at all.
Such a Ichio …
(Even if I lose, even if I die, I will fight with everything I have, and then …!)
With such willpower, Ichio resisted the fear in his heart and let out a silent cry.
At this moment, on Ichio's body, a blue flame-like light bloomed.
"One Blade Asura!"
At this moment, Ichio finally showed his full strength.
"Boom!"
In the roar, the atmosphere around Ichio's body exploded, causing the blue flame-like light to turn into a storm, sweeping from his body.
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