Chapter 11: Trial by Combat
By the time the second test began, the sun was high in the sky. The soldiers stood in a large circular square, the dirt floor filled with countless matches. Around the square, the elders of the groups and the senior students watched from shady benches, their words ranging from simple desire to indifference.
: "For this test, an elder spoke in a firm and commanding voice, "You will demonstrate your fighting skills. Your achievements will be based on skill, strategy, and determination. compatible "
Adam stood among the gatherers and looked around the field. He noted the various weapons of war being wielded by eager hands—swords, spears, clubs, and maces—and the positions of each. Some of them showed courage, their movements flowing with practice, while others were afraid, feigning their knowledge.
"The competition pairs will be drawn at random," Big
continued. "When your name is called, step forward. "
The first competitions set the tone. The great warriors defeated their lesser opponents in equal measure in demonstrations of raw strength or skill. Adam was careful to note the patterns and weaknesses. The karakia not only sought raw strength, but also examined how to handle the rigors of battle.
The old man said, "Adam, go forward."
Adam moved to the center of the square with slow, deliberate steps. Before him stood a broad boy with a heavy axe. His courage was evident in every line of his face. As the boy grew to Adam's size, he mounted the gun.
"Start!" the old man shouted.
The boy swung the axe in a wide arc. Adam's strength aside, his sharp eyes reading the attack before it was fully formed. He hadn't even drawn his sword, he tested his opponent's technique.
The axe came down again, but the boy's movements were slow and telegraphed. Adam escaped As he analyzed the situation, his mind raced. It wasn't just about winning. They watched me, how I adapted, how I thought under pressure.
When the boy thought the swing was strong, Adam jumped in, slamming the axe handle into the palm of his hand. The gun flew from the boy's hand, landing on the ground with a dull thud.
The crowd roared under the influence of the weapons being disarmed.
Darkness shone in the boy's eyes as he struck Adam with his bare hands. This time, Adam He drew the sword from the water, the polished blade gleaming in the sun. He stepped forward, gently pressing the flat blade to the boy's throat, and finished his journey.
Adam said quietly: Done.
The older brother raised his hand. "The hero: Adam. "
The crowd of 4,444 applauded quietly, but murmurs of approval echoed from the stage. Adam grabbed the sword and stepped back, slowly despite the adrenaline pumping through him.
The The trial continued as other candidates took their chances. Adam remained focused and focused on the strongest competitors. A very beautiful girl with twin swords who shows great agility and turns her opponent with great fluidity. A strong boy with a spear, he displayed amazing power by using measured blows to dominate the fight.
The final contest ended, the sun hanging low in the sky. The old man walked away, and the crowd fell silent before his master.
"Trial Martial It is over." "Those who did well have proven their ability to adapt and survive," he said. Rest now - the test of your endurance will begin in the morning. "
That night Adam sat by the fire, the sword resting on his chest. The test was not just a test of skill, but of character as well. The group did not seek to find, but to train future warriors. Adam's work attracted attention, but he knew that living in fame was both a blessing and a challenge.
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Adam laughed. "One step closer," he whispered. Around the fire, rumors of the next trial rumbled. Some of the fighters boasted of their victory, while others waved in dismay and sigh. "You look amazing out there," a voice said. Adam looked up and saw a girl standing off to the side. Her sharp eyes studied him with interest.
Adam replied, "Thank you." She urged him to stay. "You're not bad. "
He laughed, sitting cross-legged by the fire. "My name is Li Zuo. You're Adam, right?"
"I am."
"Where did you learn to fight like that?" he asked in a kind of mocking tone.
Adam snorted. "A practice set and good luck. You?"
"Self-taught," Li Zhou said proudly. "Although I have to learn quickly, life is not kind to those who fall behind."
Adam shook his head and recognized a relative. the They talked late into the night, exchanging stories and observations. As the smoke cleared, Adam felt a sense of camaraderie. He could never trust anyone completely, but friends were always good.
The soldiers settled in for the night, and Adam rested against a tree, his eyes fixed on the stars. The battle that day had made him determined. Tomorrow's test would push them all to their limits, but Adam was ready.
The power of the feedback system It swells within him, a silent reminder of his superiority over others. This test is not only to prove his power in religion, but also a way to ensure the survival of the family. Failure is not an option
With the stars as witnesses, Adam vows to rise above the challenges before him. He is too far gone to faint now.