Kasha Swordsmanship Hall.
Ivan rarely comes here because he doesn't learn much.
"Donnie."
"It's been a long time since you showed up."
Seeing him, Donnie trotted over with a happy look on his face.
Ivan was a little embarrassed, but he still pulled him to a corner of the martial arts arena and asked, "Donnie, is there any news from there recently?"
Donnie didn't think much about it and shook his head: "It's a bit strange. There has been no news recently. This is also a good thing."
No?
Ivan couldn't figure it out. He had even less information than Donnie.
Donnie responded: "Is there something wrong with you? Or did you find out something? Tell me now, don't be disloyal."
At his urging, Ivan briefly talked about the test.
"How many?"
"15 gold."
When Donnie heard the price, he took a deep breath. It was too expensive.
He asked hopefully, "It can be cheaper."
Ivan said: "Probably not, we don't have bargaining chips."
Being short of money is a distressing thing. Donnie sighed and said sourly: "Man, you are really rich now."
Ivan chuckled and said, "It's okay. If you need it, I can provide you with some support." Donny was willing to share all kinds of information with him, so he naturally wouldn't be too stingy.
"Forget it, I just don't have money right now. It will be fine after a while." But Donny refused.
Indeed, Donny is very concerned about his reputation, especially in front of his friends. He always rushes to pay when they treat him to a meal and is quite generous.
The entire training ground can be described as U-shaped, with parts on both sides, making the area exceptionally spacious. It is divided into multiple areas, where students can practice separately without getting in the way of others.
Some people just don't like others.
"Hey, what are you two planning secretly? You came here but didn't practice well, ruining the atmosphere of the sword hall."
"Brother Hengzhi, we don't have—"
Hearing the voice, Ivan knew it must be his nosy third brother Hengzhi.
Donnie tried to explain, but Hengzhi interrupted him: "It's nothing. I didn't practice well. No wonder my strength is always at the bottom. If one or two of them go out, they will only embarrass themselves."
He had no idea what it meant to be aggressive, and his eyes moved between the two of them.
He said what he often said: "Not convinced? Do you want to fight with me and let me teach you a thing or two."
Donnie understood that this third brother wanted to take advantage of him. He reached into his pocket, but found nothing. His expression turned a little unnatural.
Donnie tugged at Ivan subtly and winked at him.
Glancing down, Ivan said nothing.
Seeing that the two were not giving him face, Hengzhi became even more impatient: "Come on together, let me teach you how to use a sword."
At this time, Ivan stepped forward and said, "Okay, let me ask for your advice." It would be fine if he didn't have the strength, but if he had the strength, he would not be able to tolerate such a villain.
Donny didn't expect him to be so impulsive and hurriedly grabbed his arm: "Don't be impulsive, let's talk it over nicely, Ivan." He knew very well that Henzhi could rank third in the fencing hall because of his strength. Otherwise, with Henzhi's bad character, he would have been taught a lesson countless times.
"There's nothing to say to this kind of person. It's better to teach him how to talk with a sword."
Ivan pushed his hand away, walked a few steps to the side, and drew out the Quillen sword from the scabbard, his attitude very clear.
There are still people who are so arrogant!
Hengzhi laughed angrily: "Well, this junior brother is really brave."
He decided that he must teach this junior fellow a profound lesson and let others understand that he is not someone who can be provoked by anyone.
He waved his sword, motioning Ivan to follow.
The two of them came to the center of the training ground, one after the other, and immediately attracted a lot of people's attention.
Ivan guessed what the other person was thinking, and secretly complained in his heart, "Let's see how you end up when you lose face later."
Thinking that the third brother in the swordsmanship hall was indeed not easy to deal with, he simply mobilized the blood in his body to gather it upwards and slowly flow to his arms. Strength was his advantage and he should strengthen it.
Biman once reminded him that when he sensed an enemy, he must seize every second to accumulate strength and wait for an opportunity to strike first.
"Brother Hengzhi, please don't be too harsh."
"Just teach them a lesson."
Hengzhi was one of the strongest fighters, and he had many supporters in the swordplay hall, some of whom spoke to him from afar to show his might.
After some junior brothers and sisters came closer, Hengzhi, who had already shown his full strength, raised his sword and challenged them to a fight, and said in a pretentious manner:
"Junior brother Ivan, the long sword is sharp and ruthless, please be careful."
"bring it on."
Without waiting for the other party to respond, Ivan swung his Quillen sword forward and took a big step to close the distance between them.
"Come on." Hengzhi said this, but he didn't take his opponent seriously. He just held the long sword in one hand and pointed it diagonally at the ground in front of him. His face was full of calmness and comfort, as if he was just here for a walk.
"Hah." Before the sword strike was launched, Ivan suddenly put his other hand on the hilt of the sword, and in the next second quickly launched the long-planned attack.
"bite!"
In Hengzhi's opinion, he could defeat the opponent at the bottom with bare hands, and holding the sword with both hands would only make the opponent struggle, so he did not make any changes.
The two swords clashed at one point, and the power collided directly.
He was keenly aware that the power transmitted to his hands was not right, and Hengzhi's face changed.
What a great strength.
Not good!
At this second, his expression became particularly stiff.
The hand holding the sword was unstable and he had no control over it.
"bite!"
Then, Quillen swung his sword for the second time, aiming at the hand holding the sword.
In a hurry, Hengzhi hastily drew back his sword to block.
The long sword was knocked away.
Ivan was skilled in swordsmanship, so how could he miss such a good opportunity? With a swish, the sharp edge of Quillen's sword cut through the air and pierced his opponent's face.
The tip of the sword stopped in front of the opponent's neck.
"ah."
Feeling a sharp light touching the skin on his neck, Hengzhi felt a palpitation and couldn't help but exclaim.
The people around were silent; no one expected this result.
Ivan quickly put away his sword and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Hengzhi, for your guidance."
He has mastered three sword techniques, the basic sword technique, the running sword technique and the frog sword technique. Biman also feeds him moves from time to time and teaches him a lot of experience and tricks to fight against the enemy. Anyone who underestimates him will definitely suffer.
Hengzhi was one of these people, and he never took his junior fellow apprentice seriously.
"This idiot."
At the entrance of the swordplay hall, senior sister Mei Li happened to see Hengzhi with a sword pointed at his neck. She cursed softly and couldn't help but look at Ivan twice, wondering what she was thinking.
Hearing Ivan's words, the others woke up as if from a dream, and Donny looked at his friend as if he were a god.
Hengzhi also woke up from the nightmare.
The winner is decided!
This is an ironclad fact.
"Master Ivan - Junior Brother, we'll fight again next time."
Regardless of whether he underestimated his opponent or not, a loss was a loss. Hengzhi's face turned red, and he ran away in shame after leaving a few words.
…
night.
A thin mist cast a veil over the lights of Flying Fish Harbor.
In the city lord's mansion, Earl Hobson, who was in his prime, was rarely anxious.
"How many people went there in total?"
His trusted official, Baron Karl, replied: "12 people."
Lord Hobson then asked, "How many people have died so far?"
"Seven people."
In fact, the Earl knew very well that his niece, Pernie, was among them. They were sent to the wizard's island together. The news of their deaths came back one after another, which made him worry about Pernie's situation.
Looking at the earl pacing back and forth, Baron Karl wanted to say something but stopped himself.
After a while, Earl Hobson sighed and waved his hand: "Let's prepare first and do as you suggest, just in case."
Baron Karl bowed slightly and walked out of the study.
(End of this chapter)