Arts and Sciences

Chapter 1022 Defeat
"Richard, do you know what you're doing!" The Duke of Stoke looked majestic as usual, but the look in his eyes showed his disordered momentum.

"I know, I know what I'm doing, I know very well, my father." Richard nodded in place, "I'm doing what I should do most in my 16 years. Life, make an explanation for yourself.”

The Duke of Stoke looked at Richard's bloodshot eyes in front of him, and suddenly felt an indescribable distress at that moment. He was his son and became his opponent. Obviously Richard also It's hard, the Duke of Stoke lowered his voice and said slowly. "Drop your sword and walk out of the venue, Richard!"

"Put down my sword?" Richard sneered, but it was very strange. For some reason, his eyes turned a little sore. With your identity, becoming the number one master of swordsmanship admired by everyone in the Eagle Empire has given you the kind of overwhelming glory you once had, right?"

The whole fencing competition venue was as majestic as a valley, but it was also as silent as a deep mountain, so that Richard's voice echoed clearly and slowly throughout the venue like a deep well.

"Father, maybe you will think that I came to stop you at this time just because you disqualified me from the competition, made the competition I had been looking forward to not come true, made my wish come true, and made me discouraged. Holding a grudge." Richard smiled, but it was a bit weird, his lips were trembling, and he almost couldn't speak clearly, but he still tried his best to stabilize his emotions, and then laughed more than crying It's ugly to say, "You're wrong, you're wrong, father. I didn't disqualify me because of a whim, I did it to stop you, to stop you, not to let you continue to climb, For keeping you from fulfilling your selfish and vain ambitions, you know, father, I hate you. I don't want you to be a champion, I stand up to stop you, not for myself. You remember, no For myself."

The Duke of Stoke froze in place, his expression was stiff, he didn't know what expression he should have now, he was very scared, he saw Richard's prejudice, he didn't know what he had to do to redeem it Richard's kind of misunderstanding of himself.

"From childhood to adulthood, when did you manage me? When did you teach me carefully? You told me, there was only one word, 'No!' The only word you left in my impression was rejection! You Did you teach me how to learn the sword? I am in the military camp, do you control my life? I am in front of you, I will never grow up, I will never get your praise and praise, and I have never felt a little father The warmth of love, do you know all of this!" Richard's voice suddenly increased at the last moment, as if it came from the depths of his chest, and hit the iron-clad Duke of Stoke in front of him , and at the same time, reverberated throughout the arena.

The Duke of Stoke felt the indescribable churning of his chest, and he also felt the dizziness of blood rising from the soles of his feet and hitting his brain. He is an out-and-out master, but now, he has disappeared In the field of aura, he is better than many enemies, but at this moment, he is just an ordinary person, he is just an ordinary father.

There was a kind of sadness in his chest, and the Duke of Stoke let out a long breath. Who would have known that Richard had such an idea in his heart? For so many years, he had always disciplined him. Wrong direction, the Duke of Stoke stared straight ahead, his body couldn't help shaking slightly, he was very angry, but now there was nothing he could do, a kind of helplessness and despair he had never felt before In his heart, he felt that the originally bright picture in front of him was suddenly darkened.

Richard's expression was distorted, his eyes were soaked in tears and bloodshot, his red eyes made his face look extraordinarily ferocious, his body was trembling uncontrollably, looking at the Duke of Stoke in front of him, "Draw your sword , Father, draw your sword, let you see, you have always underestimated me, let you see, you have always thought that I am not suitable for sword practice, can I surpass you!"

"Richard, put down your sword! Get out of here, get out of this arena!" The Duke of Stoke was suddenly angry. He really wanted to rush up and give Richard two big slaps. An impulse, if he wanted to go over, he would take a cane and jerk at Richard for a while, but reason forced him to suppress the previous thought, and he restrained his impulse.

"Impossible! Don't you understand! I hate you, listen, Stoke! I hate you!" Richard said with his mouth wide open as tears continued to flow. Whether it was tears or snot, it kept flying.

The entire venue was indescribably silent, many people in the stands were wiping the moisture from the corners of their eyes, many people looked at the two people above the arena with complicated expressions, many Eagle Country men with uneven beards and surrounding The women in the Eagle Country with scarves all had rosy eyes. Some of them held their hands and covered their chin and lips with the other hand, watching the scene in front of them.

The Eagle Queen took off the glasses she put on, covered her eyes with her hands, took a deep breath, and then let go, her nose felt a little acetic.

Richard roared, and rushed towards the Duke of Stoke with the long sword in his hand. Tears flowed horizontally as he ran. The sword in his hand pointed in the direction and swung down towards the Duke of Stoke vertically. Then it paused in mid-air, made a sound of piercing the air, and finally disappeared.

The long sword in Richard's hand stopped three inches above Duke Stoke's forehead, and Duke Stoke let go of his defense completely. He didn't even pull out the long sword in his hand, just stared blankly Standing, looking at Richard in front of him.

"Come on! Why don't you draw your sword, why don't you!? Why don't you kill me with one sword!?" Richard raised his sword and shouted at the Duke of Stoke in front of him, his voice trembling with excitement endlessly.

When Richard yelled the last sentence, the stunned Duke of Stoke seemed to wake up suddenly, his eyes shot a deeply sad expression, and then snap!A crisp sound.

The Duke of Stoke, who mustered all his strength, slapped Richard across the cheek who was holding a long sword.

The audience was so quiet that a needle could be heard, a trace of blood slowly flowed out from the corner of Richard's mouth, the Duke of Stoke withdrew his slightly trembling hand, his eyes were full of water, and said in a voice that had been desperately suppressing his heart and lungs, " If you want to win, I will satisfy you."

Then the Duke of Stoke held the hilt in his hand, turned around like that, and walked off the stage.

Richard held up the long sword in his hand and looked at the back of the Duke of Stoke. The tears on his face had been dried by the wind, and there were bursts of biting cold.

(End of this chapter)