Chapter 87 Soshiyang’s Confusion
After Soshiyang returned to the underground base, he never mentioned what happened on the ground again, and the same went for other soldiers.
Everyone was just doing their work quietly.
Occasionally, Soshyan will continue his own studies - Thor serves as the Chapter's sword instructor, and Soshyan is also one of his students.
The clash of swords resounded in the secluded square, located in the center of this abandoned Eldar settlement, surrounded by walkways of beams and columns.
In the past few days, such a vast space should have been crowded with warriors who came to watch the battle. The Astartes will not waste any time, they will seize every opportunity to practice various combat skills.
But now, the place is empty. At the request of the Chapter Leader, there can only be two warriors standing in the center dueling.
One of them is tall and strong, with a slightly gloomy expression on his face and his eyes as dark as ink.
The other one is slightly shorter than the one opposite, and his figure is still slightly thin even though he wears armor. His eyes are deep jade green, and there are some shallow scars on his face.
The tall duelist was sweating profusely after a long sword fight, but the one opposite him was still calm and composed.
"Haah!"
shouted, and the training swords clashed again.
The tall warrior swung his sword, but the opponent only made a slight push to parry the side slash and pushed the blade aside.
Although this blow was harsh, it still left a mark on the blade that the latter had to agree with.
"Soshyan Alexey, your level has declined."
said the shorter of the two, with a formal and polite sense of mockery in his tone.
"Your sword is entangled in your thoughts. It has become slower and duller."
"I don't think so, Instructor Sol."
Soshyan responded, with the same etiquette in his tone.
“But if you are tired, you can take a rest.”
Soshyan shook his head, turned his shoulders before launching a surprise attack, and then flew forward.
Thor nodded slightly, appreciating the attack, and then responded with a series of slashes and thrusts - moves in the swordsmanship of the King's Court.
It seemed that his appearance and pace were very relaxed, but his opponent was already moving quickly across the square.
The moment Soshiyang swung his sword, Thor suddenly turned away, and the opponent's sword blade immediately hit the stone ground, making a dull clang sound.
When Soshyan tried to react, he launched a surprise attack.
"The way you fight is just like a textbook."
Saul drew his sword on Soshiyang's waist, knocking the opponent back a few steps, and then when Soshiyang raised his hand, another blow The sword hit his sword-holding wrist, nearly knocking off his weapon.
If this was a formal weapon, Soshyan might have lost the ability to fight by now.
In the end, it wasn't until Thor's third swing that Soshyan's weapon made contact with the opponent's sword.
As their weapons clashed with each other, the young Chapter Master gasped:
"That is not a textbook, it is a lesson condensed with the blood of countless martyrs."
"But this does not prevent me from predicting your actions. You should learn how to think more flexibly, as I am teaching now, Use your opponents' strengths against them."
"The Astartes do not need those tricks to win many great wars!"
Soshyan showed himself at this time. Extremely stubborn and stubborn side.
“We rely on our skill, courage and determination, as all noble warriors should, when the time comes——”
Seeing his appearance, Thor also had a hint of anger on his face, and interrupted his sentences with a series of blows, almost knocking Soshyan's weapon out of his hands, and even the chapter leader was hit on the face.
"We will let the emperor's wrath burn!"
Soshiyang rushed forward desperately, using all his moves in a completely risk-taking manner. "Really?"
Thor quickly pulled away and took a few steps back, and then suddenly pulled out a training sword from behind his waist.
Soshyan stopped. He noticed that although the other party's face still had a calm and cold expression, his eyes showed that he was tired of this fight.
Using dual swords or swords is never easy, and becoming a top warrior with this skill is even more difficult.
Many Astartes think this is just a show, preferring to use one-handed weapons or one-handed weapons with shields, or simply use powerful two-handed weapons.
Often only young people who value their exaggerated appearance and reckless men who enjoy intimidating their opponents will choose to dual-wield weapons.
Farzad is one of the representatives.
In fact, Saul described Farzad as an overconfident fool.
However, there are a very small number of people, those who are extremely talented, who can turn this flashy technique into art.
As a member of the Third Legion's most elite Royal Court Blades, Sol Tarvitz happens to be one of this small group.
"Unfortunately, in my opinion, you are like a mad dog now."
Before the calm words disappeared from his ears, Soshyan felt a strong wind blowing against his face.
Then, there was a continuous attack like a turbulent wave. The clash of swords erupted into a large cloud of sparks, illuminating the whole body of the two people.
Faced with this offensive that left absolutely no room for anything, Soshiyang's only response was to try his best to block every time.
“Why are you holding your head like a coward.”
Saul’s cold voice penetrated into Soshiyang’s head like a poisonous snake.
The complex emotions that had been gnawing at his soul like poisonous snakes finally broke out.
"I'm not!"
Soshiyang used his arms to swing his training sword to draw a Z shape in front of him. While fending off the opponent's swords, he went straight to Thor's chest.
"Coward!!"
When his sword was still a punch away from Thor's chest, he was blocked by the two swords.
The next second, with a powerful blow, Soshiyang's sword was knocked from his hand, and Thor's sword was chopped down like thunder.
One sword hit his chest, another hit his right knee, knocking him to the ground.
Soshiyang fell heavily backward to the ground, making a huge sound like a brick wall being knocked down.
He did not stand up, but stared at the dark rock dome.
There was a sound of footsteps, and then Thor sat next to him, his swords crossed on his knees.
“Are you shaken?”
The man's tone was long, like a poet's.
"Captain Saul, I don't understand... Our mission is to protect mankind, but if mankind itself is already killing each other, how should we get along with ourselves."
" Your question is full of defiance."
Saul paused for a moment.
“You are different from others, Soshyan Alexey.”
The veteran who lived thousands of years ago sighed. This was the first time Soshyan heard the other party sigh, so heavy.
(End of this chapter)