In the eyes of the spectators, Laurist was in a sorry state in the arena. The bandage on his left shoulder was mostly dyed red with blood, and the bandage on his right rib was not only red, it was even dripping blood. He was drenched in sweat and on the verge of collapse. His face was growing paler and paler. It was as if he could be beaten to the ground with just a little more force, and he would have to abandon his sword and admit defeat.
However, Laurist still stood in the arena like a mountain, his gaze determined. His right rib was injured, and he could not use much strength in his right hand. He only used some strength when he gripped the sword with both hands. The longsword in his left hand moved freely. Block, pick, parry, parry, draw, curl, sweep, hack, stab, entangle, point, and hang. His various sword techniques were practiced and natural, not much weaker than when he held the sword with his right hand.
Facing his opponent's ferocious attacks, Laurist was like a pine tree standing proudly in a storm. No matter how strong the storm was, it could not make him lower his head. He was also like an unmoving reef by the sea. No matter how ferocious the waves were, they would still be smashed into smithereens, unable to do anything to him.
His opponent was also panting. The continuous and ferocious attacks made this pinnacle Silver-ranked swordsman tired. He used a two-handed sword, which was more offensive than defensive. He was already shocked that Laurist could hold his sword with his left hand and defend against his attacks for more than ten minutes. Whether it was his colleagues in the academy or opponents he had met outside, there were only a few who could last so long under his ferocious attacks. Furthermore, he was facing Laurist, who was only an Iron-ranked swordsman.
"What are you doing? Idiot! Don't let him catch his breath. Guerrilla Warfare, go behind this bastard! He's bleeding! He can't last much longer. Attack quickly, don't stop. Just a little more and we'll win! Go! "
The furious roar of Dean Winston of the San Maso Academy rang out from the stands. This esteemed dean could no longer sit still. He stood up and yelled at the arena, completely disregarding his status and the gazes of others.
Today was the day of the Academy Duels. It was the fifteenth Academy's turn, and it was Dawn Academy's arch-rival, San Maso Academy. It was no wonder that Dean Winston was so nervous, as the twentieth and final duel was taking place in the arena. The silver swordsman on the field was the only one of the twenty silver instructors from the San Maso Academy who had yet to be defeated. In Dean Winston's eyes, the hope of defeating Dawn Academy and saving San Marso Academy from defeat rested on this silver instructor. His opponent was Lollister, who was at the end of his tether.
The silver instructors on the field obeyed Dean Winston's orders and began to circle around Lollister in search of a good opportunity to attack. On the other hand, Loriste's response was simple. Using his left foot as a support, he moved his right foot slightly, and his entire body remained facing his opponent, not allowing his opponent to move to his side.
"Attack! What are you waiting for? That bastard already has no strength to fight back! Hurry up and attack, we're about to win! "Dean Weston was gesticulating from the stands again.
"Kill!" The silver instructor roared and pounced forward.
"Hmph!" Loriste snorted coldly and did not retreat. The longsword in his left hand pointed out lightly, aiming for the flaw in his opponent's sword.
The silver instructor changed his stance, changing from a stab to a sweep. Loriste's longsword slanted, and he took the attack head-on.
Clang, clang, clang … The two swords clashed like metal being forged, the sounds dense and crisp. After dozens of moves, the silver swordsman retreated and rested on his sword. Loriste looked even more exhausted, and his body swayed.
"Ha, attack, attack quickly. He's out of strength, he's finished, haha!" On the stands, Dean Weston almost wanted to sing and dance. He danced with joy, his face flushed with excitement.
The silver instructor pounced forward again, his two-handed sword slashing horizontally and vertically, his sword movements wide open.
Loriste blocked and parried, and his defense was impenetrable. However, the longsword in his left hand grew weaker and weaker.
The silver instructor was overjoyed. He swung his sword upwards, and with a clang, Loriste's longsword was knocked away, revealing an opening.
The two-handed sword slashed downwards, and Loriste had no time to parry.
"We've won …" The silver instructor heaved a sigh of relief.
"We've won!" Dean Weston clenched his fists.
…
Loriste took a step back …
This was the last duel with San Marso Academy, and it had been almost fifteen minutes since the start. In these fifteen minutes, Loriste had been enduring the silver instructor's storm-like attacks. He did not counterattack, and only defended. He did not move a single step, and was passively defending. It was to the point that everyone forgot that Loriste could move under the intense attacks and tight defense. His opponent, the silver instructor, had forgotten as well.
Loriste took a step back, and his two-handed sword brushed past his clothes and slashed into the floor of the arena. The sword in his left hand that had been knocked away drew a beautiful arc in the air, and landed lightly on the silver instructor's neck.
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"Instructor Locke wins!" Fatty Shi announced loudly in the arena.
Clang! The silver instructor's two-handed sword fell to the ground. He covered his face with his hands, and tears kept dripping down his cheeks. He actually started crying in the arena.
Disappointed curses and praises sounded from the spectator stands. Then, applause sounded, and it gradually became a chorus that echoed throughout the entire indoor training hall. This was the audience's respect for Loriste, for being able to last until now without losing despite being injured.
Dean Weston still clenched his fists and stood stiffly in the spectator stands. From great joy to great sorrow, from heaven to hell, this change was too fast for him to accept. His eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He muttered to himself with a ferocious expression, "How could you retreat, how could you retreat …"
A few instructors and assistants from San Marso Academy wanted to console him, but they were afraid that he would vent his anger on them. They could only watch dumbly from the side.
The silver instructor in the arena also felt that it was embarrassing to cry in public. He wiped his tears, turned around, and walked down the arena. He did not even pick up his two-handed sword that had fallen to the ground. However, he had only taken a few steps when he heard a commotion behind him. He turned around and saw that Instructor Locke could not hold on any longer. He had fainted on the ground. A few students from Dawn Academy were helping him up, shouting, and frantically looking for a stretcher to carry him to the infirmary.
This had really agitated the silver instructor. If I hadn't listened to the dean and fought a protracted battle with him … If I hadn't attacked so hastily, I would have been the winner if I had held on a little longer … At that moment, the silver instructor felt extremely wronged and regretful. He could not control his emotions and knelt in the arena and wailed …
The scene of Loriste fainting and being carried off the arena on a stretcher further agitated Dean Weston. He was so close, so close. If he had held on for a little longer, he would have collapsed on his own without even attacking! Dean Weston felt extremely aggrieved. The anger was stuck in his chest, and he could not get it out. In his rage, Dean Weston suddenly grabbed a chair and smashed it into the surrounding chairs. The people around him were so scared that they ran far away, thinking that he had gone mad …
Terman only entered the infirmary after instructing the enforcers to guard the door and not let anyone in. As expected, it was a complete mess inside. Loriste cursed Fatty Shi as he pulled at the bandages on his body. Fatty Shi had gotten two pig's urine blisters in the morning and poured chicken blood into them. He said that the bleeding from his wounds after intense exercise would look more realistic, and he would be more professional in lying. Loriste did not mind and agreed.
Who knew that the pig's urine blisters would burst and chicken blood would flow out, staining the bandages red. It looked very realistic, but more of the chicken blood would coagulate on the bandages, causing his body to feel sore and itchy. Loriste could not hold it in any longer and reached out to scratch it. When the others saw Loriste's pale face and sweat profusely in the arena, they all thought that his injuries had relapsed. They did not know that he was sweating while enduring the itch.
With great difficulty, he removed the bandage and scratched the itch to his heart's content. Only then did Lollister let out a long sigh. "It's so itchy. I didn't expect the itch to be so unbearable. Just now, in the arena, I wanted my opponent to stab me where it itched."
Terman picked up the linen towel from the bucket of hot water and wrung it dry. He walked over and wiped the remaining chicken blood on Loriste's body vigorously as he said, "The bandages in the morning were too tight and airtight. After the chicken blood flowed out, other than staining the bandages red, the rest coagulated inside and turned into powder when it rubbed against the skin. It entered the pores of the skin, so how could it not itch?
"However, your performance in the last duel was really amazing. If I did not know that you were not injured, I would have thought that you could not hold on any longer. Then how did you think of taking a step back? Everyone thought that you were going to lose for sure. Who would have thought that you could take a step back and turn the tables? "
"Heh heh." Laurist laughed. "The reason I dragged out the last duel for so long was to give everyone the misconception that I couldn't move and could only stand in place to defend. It was as though I would lose if I left my position and would fall to the ground. No matter how ferocious the opponent's attacks were, I could only stand in place and not move. If this dragged out for too long, no one would think that I would suddenly move, and the opportunity to win would appear. In a duel with the sword, it is not just about swordsmanship. The brain is also very important. The more crucial it is, the more you have to maintain a calm and clear mind. "
Terman thought silently for a while when he heard this. He knew that Loriste was giving him pointers, and he said sincerely, "Thank you."
When Fatty Shi came in, everyone was huddled in the infirmary, drinking the food. Headmaster Levins had just sent someone to deliver it to Loriste as a reward for his outstanding performance in the duel against San Marso Academy in the morning. This made Headmaster Levins very proud. Then, this reward was confiscated by Terman and the others. With the principle of sharing blessings and misfortunes, they directly cooked the food in the infirmary's treatment room.
"Good news, good news …" Fatty Shi was elated.
"What good news? Tell me, "Terman said.
"Didn't Locke pretend to be unconscious after the duel and get carried off the stage? This agitated the people from San Marso Academy. The dueling silver instructor broke down and cried like a child on the stage. Dean Weston went crazy in the stands, smashing chairs everywhere. In the end, he vomited blood and fainted on the ground. He only recovered after emergency treatment. When Headmaster Levins sent him to the carriage, he comforted Dean Weston on the stretcher and said, 'Don't worry, the bill for the things you destroyed will be sent to San Marso Academy.' However, when Dean Weston heard this, he vomited blood again and fainted. Just now, I heard that Dean Weston needs to rest in bed for at least half a year to recover. If this isn't good news, then what is? "
"Tsk, it's good news for that old fox up there. What does it have to do with us?" Terman said disdainfully.
Loriste finished the Max in his cup and said to Fatty Shi, "I've been in the hospital for more than an hour. It's time to send me back."
Thus, everyone wrapped the bandages around Lollister and placed him on a stretcher, carrying him through the academy towards the Gold Instructor Residential District.
Fatty Shi said, "Dean Levins has decided to stop all external challenges tomorrow. This way, people will believe that you are really injured. He had also sent people to discuss with the remaining twelve academies to see if they could postpone the Academy Duel for a period of time. Although those academies won't agree to this request, the academies have no choice but to do so. If that damned old geezer says to put on an act, then we have to go through with it. We can't let anything slip. "
Leurist closed his eyes and enjoyed the swaying of the stretcher as he cursed, "One old and one fat, two foxes. The more they deceive people, the more addicted they become."
--- Dividing Line ---
"Struck in the back of the head, unconscious, Instructor Locke wins. The next challenger, prepare to enter the arena, "Fatty Shi announced loudly in the arena.
For some reason, this defeated challenger's attention was focused on Loriste's longsword. All of his moves were aimed at the longsword, as if he would not stop until Loriste's longsword was broken. Loriste purposely exposed a few flaws in his body in an attempt to lure him into the trap, but he ignored them all and focused on competing with Loriste's longsword. Thus, Loriste threw the longsword into the sky. As expected, this guy looked up foolishly, and Loriste closed in and struck the back of his head with a palm.
This loss was too humiliating, wasn't it? Fatty Shi held back his laughter as he commanded the law enforcers to carry the defeated challenger off the arena. At the same time, he quickly whispered to Loriste, who was standing at the side, "The next challenger is Sandos Erta, a disciple of the Storm Sword Saint of the Kingdom of Kaliya. Be careful. The previous opponents were all instigated by him to use the tactic of pestering you in the arena to exhaust your strength. His sword is very fast … "
On the other side, a young nobleman with a gorgeous longsword in a scabbard entered the arena. He stood on the opposite side and bowed to Loriste in a very graceful manner, "Dear Instructor Locke, I didn't expect you to be able to persist in the arena until the student came up. To be able to stand in front of the student, this is really a pleasant surprise. It's a pity that the instructor is injured and can't fight with the student at full strength. It's really regrettable. "
Loriste waved the sword in his hand, signaling the opponent to stop talking nonsense and attack quickly.
However, this young nobleman still stood there and kept talking, "Instructor Locke, the separation three years ago is deeply engraved in my heart. For more than three years, every time I think of the lesson that the instructor gave to the student, the student tosses and turns in bed, unable to sleep at night. In order to repay the instructor's kindness, the student trains hard day and night, only thinking of … "
"Cough, cough, cough." Loriste finally could not stand it anymore. He coughed a few times and interrupted the opponent's endless chatter, "I say, erm, what was it again? By the way, Iquita, are you going to stand there and attack me with your nagging until I can't stand it and automatically admit defeat? "
"Damn, I told you that kid is called Sandos Iquita. I told you several times to be careful, but you still didn't take it to heart. You even remembered his name wrong," Fatty Shi scolded below the arena.
The young nobleman named Sandos Iquita blushed at once. It turned out that Instructor Locke didn't take him seriously at all. He even called his name wrong. And I thought I could put pressure on Loriste, but I ended up standing here like a fool.
Iquita unsheathed his sword, "In that case, the student won't be polite."
Before he finished speaking, the sword light turned around like a bolt of lightning.
Loriste's eyes focused, and the longsword in his left hand swung out. The sound of clanging swords rang incessantly. In just a short moment, the longswords in the hands of the two had clashed more than ten times.
Iquita's sword speed was very fast, but he mostly used stabbing and flicking techniques. He rarely chopped and slashed. Although this sped up the speed of the sword, it caused the swordsmanship to lack variation and become more rigid. Under Loriste's dynamic vision, no matter how fast the sword was, its trajectory could not be avoided. Loriste easily received the waves of attacks.
Iquita had used all his strength. The sword light circled around Loriste, and the cold stars shrouded Loriste's figure.
In the eyes of the audience in the stands, Loriste was like a small boat in a stormy sea. If he was not careful, the boat would capsize and he would die.
In Iquita's eyes, Loriste was obviously at ease. His lightning-fast swordsmanship did not pose any threat to him at all. Every time he was about to hit, Loriste's figure would always sway and slip. Iquita's sword would often miss by a few millimeters, brushing past his figure.
Iquita's heart grew colder as he fought. He originally thought that after three years of hard training, he could easily deal with Loriste. Who would have thought that Loriste was more powerful than he imagined? Iquita's eyes turned cold. It seemed like he had to use that move. A sinister look appeared in Iquita's eyes.
Iquita suddenly changed his move, and it was full of slashes. Loriste casually blocked it. He wanted to see what other moves Iquita had.
Iquita turned his hand, and the back of his longsword slapped the blade of Loriste's longsword. With a "ding" sound, Iquita's longsword broke into two.
Loriste was stunned. Why did his sword suddenly break? However, Iquita still held the hilt of his sword and continued to charge at him.
Why did he still charge at me without his sword? Before Loriste could figure out what was going on, he suddenly heard a "chi" sound. A blue blade shot out from Iquita's sword hilt and flew straight at him …
This sudden turn of events was beyond everyone's expectations. No one expected Iquita to hide a sword within his sword, and a poisonous one at that …
Laurist quickly leaned back, and the poisoned blade slowly grew larger in his dynamic vision. Taking a deep breath, Laurist forcefully lowered his head by more than an inch. The poisoned blade brushed past his face, and a putrid stench assaulted his nostrils.
"Bang!" Loriste was furious. He leaped up and kicked Iquita, who thought that the poisonous blade worked, off the arena. Iquita's mouth and nose bled, and he fell unconscious. Then, he called Fatty Shi to come up and take the poisonous blade from the arena floor.
Fatty Shi said, "Brother, that kick of yours was too ruthless. Iquita's sternum was broken by you. Even if he is cured, he will be useless and can't cultivate battle energy anymore." “
Loriste's face was cold. "Where's the next challenger? Come up quickly. "
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