Chapter 421 Blade Competition
“This will be an exchange of friendship.”
Soshiyang said while looking at the two warriors on the ring. Standing above him was the third company commander Fa Erzad and First Company Commander Mark.
More than a hundred soldiers were standing around the platform.
Although the Astral Knights and Soul Drinkers merged for some time, Soshiyang realized that it was not easy for the warriors of the two systems to merge, so he formulated a rule to hold ring battles regularly, so that Soldiers can become more familiar with each other.
In fact, this tradition also existed among the Astral Knights in the past. If we go back further, it started in the legion era. At that time, there was a sword competition within the Imperial Fists, and the warriors compared and sharpened themselves in the competition. Skills, after the second founding of the army, this competition became an opportunity for the Imperial Fist clan to bond.
Soshiyan drew lessons from this competition, and today’s first set of opponents are Farzad and Mark.
"First Captain, Mark."
Mark walked towards Farzad and drew his sword.
This is a two-handed sword, elegant yet powerful, with a long handle covered with stripes extending downward from the sword body.
Farzad stared at the weapon, assessing its weight.
After catching the other party studying this weapon, Mark smiled and made a show of swordsmanship.
“This is an antique, and the long handle allows me to change my holding position.”
He demonstrated, switching effortlessly between two hands and one hand.
Farzad nodded, drew his weapons, two broad-bladed battle axes, the same silver gray as his armor, and struck each other with the two battle axes.
"Third company commander, Farzad."
Mark bowed slightly with a sense of ceremony, and then began to circle around Farzad in a defensive posture, while constantly pulling his sword , his eyes switched between Farzad's upper body and legs.
Farzad adjusted his breathing and began to move along his own trajectory.
He was surprised to find that the opponent never took a wrong step, never stepped within a palm's distance of his attack range, and never let the swords pass and relax between them. They always maintained a distant posture. , attracting him to swing his battle ax forward.
The other party is an experienced swordsman, and Thor has taught him how to deal with this kind of swordsman.
Farzad stopped, defending with one hand and turning the ax with the other, holding still.
He fell into an unprecedented state of patience.
This is what Thor told him. When encountering the provocation of a swordsman, you must not attack forcefully. You must first exhaust the opponent's patience.
Ten more heartbeats passed.
Even the besieging warriors began to tire of this confrontation, and their earlier cheers were replaced by cold and boring silence.
Mark's eyes narrowed after feeling Farzad's patience.
“I wanted you to attack first, so as to give you a fighting chance, but”
He stopped, and a confident smile slowly appeared on his face,
< br>"Then I'm welcome."
Before he finished speaking, Mark's sword struck first.
In Farzad's eyes, the sword transformation was nothing more than a moving flash of light, and Mark's figure was only slightly clearer than a traceless ghost.
But the attack is real.
"Okay!"
He shouted loudly, but Farzad's hasty movements only deflected the opponent's thrust, and defended himself from the tip of Mark's sword. facial skin.
Mark then changed his offensive and hit Ustad's armor several times.
The warriors erupted into a whoop of approval at each new confrontation and stamped their boots into the ground in a rhythmic stomp.
Farzadeh responded calmly, gave up passive defense, and attacked with both axes from left to right, forcing Mark to retreat from the battle circle.
"I'm glad to find out that you still have a few more years left. I heard that you haven't served for a long time. It's rare to be able to develop such skills in this time."
"Your praise makes me very happy. Happy. "
Farzad put aside his distractions and focused on his breathing, carefully keeping his breathing short and short, as if he needed this time to rest and adjust. Noticing this detail, Mark took the bait.
He stepped up to attack Farzad's front legs, but his attack was too obvious. Farzad ignored the feint and deflected the opponent's sword blade that was stabbing his face, and then He attacked back, holding the battle ax tightly with both hands and slashing at the opponent's abdomen.
At this time, there was no room for Mark to parry. The veteran twisted his steps calmly, turned to deal with the blow, tried to block Farzad's momentum with his shoulder, and was ready to meet the impact.
Farhad's ax blade trembled when it came into contact with the opponent's shoulder armor, and then cut all the way down the shoulder armor.
This blow obviously did not have the expected effect. Farzad twisted the ax blade and changed his holding posture so that he could swing it to the side.
But it immediately came to nothing.
He was not fast enough, Mark had already rushed out of the attack range.
“A great move.”
Mark said this, but his eyes narrowed even more.
“There’s even better!”
The battle had aroused Farzad's blood, and he rushed forward, his battle ax raised above his head.
Mark blocked his downward slash, deflected another reverse attack, and took a few steps back when Farzad launched his kick, out of the attack range.
Farzad continued to approach, swinging a flat sweep parallel to the ground, followed by flipping the ax blade again.
This sudden outburst caught Mark off guard. Although he defended well, Farzad still cut into his inner circle.
Farzad, who comes from the barbaric world, is taller and stronger than him. This is his chance.
Farzad threw the tomahawk, and at the moment when the opponent blocked it, he grabbed Mark's sword hilt with both hands, pulled the veteran toward him, and launched a headbutt.
But Mark lowered his head tactfully.
“Uh——”
When Farzad’s forehead hit Mark’s thick skull, he frowned in pain.
The reckless move made Farzad pay the price. Mark also dropped his sword, grabbed his wrist, turned around, and threw him across the ring.
"It's not over yet!"
As Farzad jumped and stood upright again, his eyes were burning with fighting spirit.
"Did you forget something? Third company commander."
At this time, Mark smiled toothily and pointed the tip of his sword at Farzad's gauntlet.
He looked at his empty hands below and immediately cursed the damn impulse - he just threw the weapon.
This made Farzad himself forget the ways of a warrior taught by Risol, including calmness, restraint and thinking. Obviously, maintaining these in battle was more difficult than he thought, and the lessons were profound.
“This competition is over.”
Soshiyang smiled and took a step forward.
"Captain Mark is indeed a warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles. Your calmness and heaviness will be our most valuable asset."
Mark put away his sword and paid respect to Soshiyang He bowed and the soldiers cheered for him.
"Captain Farzad, your tactics and skills have made great progress, but you still need to sharpen your will. I hope to see a braver and calmer you in the future."
法Erzad bowed to Soshiyang with a little shame, and the soldiers also cheered for him.
“Okay, next is——”
Just when Soshyan was about to announce the next group of opponents, Armin hurried over.
“Captain, a guest is here.”
(End of this chapter)