Driving range
The brown-haired boy took half a step back, stood on the left side with his sword drawn, while Ina barely inserted the wooden sword into the ground like a cane, looking like you are not worthy of my real action.
Even so, the tense atmosphere did not change at all.
The referee of the duel, the brown-haired man who had competed with the boy, said:
"Duel rules: No weapons other than wooden swords are allowed. There are no restrictions on personal skills. Just hit the target and you will be the winner. One hit from the wooden sword will be the winner. Can both parties have any objections?"
"No." X2
The young man's tone was solemn, while Ina's attitude was casual.
"The duel begins!" the referee declared sternly, waving his right hand down and stepping back.
The brown-haired boy held his sword flat on his chest and was very cautious. It could be seen that he did not regard Ina's words as a big talk without thinking.
Defensive stance is a symbol of a new swordsman's real transition to experienced swordsmanship. Compared with an offensive stance that is difficult to change and adjust, a defensive stance that comes later is easier to interrupt, deflect the opponent's attack, and counterattack at the same time.
"Different from the greatness of the four elements, the creation of goods, the grace of holy light and life, and the power of healing, please listen to my sincere words and answer my prayers... Primary physical strength recovery."
As the girl's light voice began to chant, the magic power condensed in the girl's hands, and several elf-like light spots were outlined and connected in the air, and the magic circle emerged in the void.
"Magic?" The young man was secretly frightened, but there was nothing he could do. The distance of thirty meters was beyond what an ordinary person like him could do before the magic was completed.
"How can a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old use magic? Damn it, there's no way to avoid it!"
Soon enough, the light of magic had enveloped his body.
"Ah! Doesn't it hurt or itch?" The boy who was frightened by the sudden magic quickly checked his whole body, but was surprised to find that not only was he unscathed, but his body was as energetic as if he had never experienced a competition.
"Interesting, Mr. Lake, Ina is fascinating." The strong man in well-dressed clothes who came up to talk rubbed the stubble like steel needles on his chin with his calloused right hand: "If you are not a high magician, the magic power The total amount should not be able to support a few squandering of third-level spells. It seems that she really looks down on Yak."
Lake said nothing. He had no intention of paying attention to the legion commander now. He frowned. If he went down to take Ina away at this moment, it would undoubtedly make her mood even worse.
The duel off the stage has not stopped yet.
"This is really being underestimated." Yak had already recovered from the shock that the white-haired girl could use magic, and he was even a little angry.
Yak could feel that this was definitely not a kind act done by Ina for an honest duel. From the time she completed the physical recovery magic until he fully recovered, Ina had no intention of chanting the second magic at all, not even using the wooden sword. Pulled out of the soil.
She was just waiting. This was a silent sarcasm, a contempt specially prepared for him standing on the field.
Gritting his teeth, make turned the edge of his sword. He understood that Ina would not attack. Although he did not know what the white-haired girl's intention was, and he did not know where the confidence of the other party, as a magician, in not preparing magic and fighting postures came from.
But knowledge and experience told him that he would win. He raised his sword and sprinted. In less than seven seconds, Make's wooden sword could already touch the girl. Without even thinking, he struck down!
"Win" was the first thought in Make's mind.
Within this kind of reach, even an ordinary Bronze-level professional would never be able to dodge the reversible slashes without touching their clothes. The wooden sword is still in the soil, and there is no way to block it. .
Ina's strength is above all yak's ideas.
When the young man raised and lowered his wooden sword, Ina moved, and in yak's eyes, it was like a surging cheetah.
In an instant, the slash failed, and Yak was so frightened that he hurriedly deflected his sword and tried to force the girl away.
Suddenly, Make's left leg hurt, and the girl's whip kicked his heel. Ina turned backhand, and the unbalanced center of gravity and the huge force made him fall to the ground, and he drank a mouthful of mud.
How can the young man take care of so much at this moment?
"Stand up and adjust your posture!" Make tried his best to do what the instructors and seniors taught him. Unfortunately, for Ina, this was like a catfish lying on the chopping board.
"It's over." The white-haired girl said expressionlessly as the tip of the sword originally stuck in the soil was pressed against Make's throat.
There was silence, and there was no sound from the auditorium. At this moment, all discussions and pointing fingers about the duel on the field came to an abrupt end.
This duel was undoubtedly a wonderful battle, with both sides trying their best to win.
Ina's performance is enough to make any adventurer raise eyebrows. She is undoubtedly on par with experienced warriors.
Perhaps his skills are a little immature, but at his age and with such strength, only the top leaders from the First Academy of the Royal Army of the Kingdom can compare with him.
In small cities, even if there is no applause, the audience will never be stingy with their applause at this time.
This is an honor both sides duel deserve.
But now the audience is speechless on the stage. They are unable to applaud this upright duel, praise, or praise what happened on the field.
Because it wasn't a duel at all, it was a farce.
Everything about Ina was so careless. In other people's eyes, Make was the only one on guard from beginning to end. He attacked with all his strength, and then was easily knocked down by the girl, with his sword pointed at the vital point.
All this is like an adult taking the sword blade that he accidentally grabbed from a child.
There is no tense test, no wonderful swordsmanship competition, there is just a mockery of ignorance and one-sided lack of strength.
"Not announcing the results? I think it's obvious enough."
Ina turned her head and asked the brown-haired man who was the referee:
Looking at the man who was refereeing with his hands turning white, Ina's half-closed green eyes showed no trace of excitement and joy belonging to the winner. She even showed a little indifference. She felt disgusted by her own excitement of victory.
"This is the real me, isn't it?" Ina felt disgusted with herself for not overestimating her abilities in the past, and was so disgusted that she laughed.
"Victor..." just before the hand symbolizing judgment fell.
The wooden blade in Ina's hand shook, and her blade was swung away.