Tales of the Reincarnated Lord

　　 Chapter 39 The duel continues

　　 In the eyes of the audience in the stands, Lorist on the ring at this moment can be described as extremely embarrassed. The bandage on the left shoulder was mostly reddened by red blood stains, and the bandage on the right rib became red and even started to drip blood. The whole person was sweating profusely, shaky, and his face was getting paler and paler. It seemed that he could knock him to the ground and give up his sword to the ground with just a little more force.

　　 Klorist still stands as a mountain on the ring, his eyes firm. The right hand was hanging down due to the injury of the right rib, but only occasionally when it turned into holding a sword with both hands. The left-handed long sword can be swayed freely, grid, pick, frame, block, lead, roll, sweep, chop, stab, wrap, point, hang, all kinds of swordsmanship are mellow and natural, and it is not much worse than the right-handed sword.

Facing the fierce and violent attack of his opponent, Lorester was like a green pine standing proudly in the storm, no matter how heavy the wind and rain could make him bow his head, and it was like a rock on the seashore, no matter what the huge waves came. How fierce, the ending is still smashed, but he can't help it.

　　 The opponent was also panting, and the continuous swift attack made this silver peak swordsman somewhat weak. What he used was a two-handed sword, and he attacked heavily instead of defending. Lorist was able to resist his attack with a sword in his left hand for more than ten minutes, which surprised him. Regardless of his colleagues in the academy, or the opponents he encountered in foreign experience, there are only a few who can last for so long under his frenzied attack. What's more, the Lorester he is facing now is just a swordsman of the Black Iron Order.

"What are you doing? Idiot! Don't let him breathe, guerrilla, go behind this bastard! He's bleeding! He won't be able to hold on for long, just attack and don't stop, we will win if we work harder! !"

　　 From the stands came the roar of the Dean Weston of St. Marceau College. The dean could not sit still for a long time. He stood up and yelled at the ring, regardless of his identity and the sidelines of others.

Today is the college duel day. The fifteenth academy is the rival of the Dawn Academy, San Marceau College. It is no wonder that Dean Weston is so frustrated and nervous, because it is the twentieth game in the ring. , And the last duel. The Silver Swordsman on the field is already the only one who has not yet defeated the silver instructor among the twenty silver instructors who played in the San Marceau Academy. In the eyes of Dean Weston, the hope of defeating the Academy of Dawn and saving the fate of San Marceau Academy lies in this Silver Instructor, and his opponent is Lorester, who is at the end of the battle.

　　 The silver instructor on the field obeyed the instructions of Dean Weston and began to circle Lorester in search of good offensive opportunities. And Loriste's response is also simple. With a slight movement of his left foot to support his right foot, the whole person is always face to face with the opponent, not allowing it to go to his side.

　　 "Offensive! What are you still trying to do, that **** has no strength to fight back! Hurry up and attack, we will be able to win immediately!" The Dean Weston in the stands was gesticulating again.

　　 "Kill!" Instructor Silver shouted loudly and threw himself up.

　　 "Hmph!" Lorist snorted coldly, without flinching, tapping the long sword in his left hand lightly, referring to the weakness of the opponent's sword.

　　 Silver teaching variant, changed from thorn to sweep. Lorist's long sword was hung diagonally, and he insisted on this move.

　　 "Zheng, zheng, zheng..." The two swords fought like iron, dense and crisp. After dozens of moves, the Silver Swordsman retreated and shook his sword back to his breath, while Lorist's expression became even more tense and his figure swayed.

　　 "Ha, attack, fast attack, he's running out of strength, he's going to die, haha!" Dean Weston in the stands was almost singing and dancing, dancing with his hands, his face flushed with excitement.

　　 Silver Instructor pounced again, and his two-handed swords slashed horizontally and slashed, and the sword power opened and closed.

　　 Lorist blocked the parry, and his defense couldn't escape, but the strength of his left sword became weaker and weaker.

　　 Silver Instructor was delighted in his heart, and he pushed up hard, and Lorester's long sword was broken with a "clam", and the empty door was exposed.

　　 The two-handed sword slashed straight down, and Lorist had no time to return to the sword to parry.

　　 "Won..." Instructor Silver breathed a sigh of relief.

　　 "It's a win!" Dean Weston clenched his fists.

　　……

　　 Lorist took a step back...

　　 This is the last duel with St. Marceau College. It has been nearly fifteen minutes since the beginning. During these fifteen minutes, Lorist had been under the stormy attack of the Silver Instructor, did not counterattack, just defended, defended in place, did not move a step, and has been passively defending. Even under the dizzying fierce attack and tight defense, everyone forgot that Lorist could move. His opponent, the Silver Instructor, also forgot.

　　 Lorist took a step back, rubbing his clothes with a two-handed sword, and slashed directly on the floor of the ring. The broken left-handed long sword drew a wonderful arc in the air, and placed it lightly on the neck of the Silver Instructor.

　　……

　　 "Lecture Locke wins!" Fatty Shi announced loudly in the ring.

　　 "Boom!" The two-handed sword of the Silver Instructor landed, and he reached out his hand to cover his face, tears kept dripping, and he started crying on the ring.

　　 Disappointed curses and admiration sounded from the stands, and then the applause rang, gradually becoming a piece, and finally resounding throughout the indoor training hall. This is the audience's tribute to Lorester, and the tribute to the undefeated performance even with injuries.

Dean Weston still clenched his fists with both hands, and froze in the stands. From great joy to great compassion, from heaven to hell, the rapid change made him unable to accept the facts in front of him. His eyes were red, his forehead was stretched, and his face was hideous. Then he said to himself: "How can you step back, how can you step back..."

　　 A few teachers and assistants from St. Marceau College went up to persuade them and were afraid of being angered, so they could only stay aside and watch them foolishly.

　　 The Silver Instructor on the ring felt that it was a bit embarrassing to cry in public, wiped away the tears and walked down, not even taking the two-handed sword that was thrown on the ground. Unexpectedly, he heard the chaos behind him before he took a few steps, but when he turned around, he couldn't support him and fell to the ground in a coma. Several students from Chenxi Academy were helping and shouting, hurriedly looking for a stretcher to be carried to the hospital.

This time, this silver instructor can be very exciting. If I didn’t listen to the dean, fight with him for a long time... If I don’t attack so quickly and eagerly seek success, as long as I hold on for a while, then the winner... At that moment, this silver teacher felt aggrieved and extremely regretful, unable to control his emotions, kneeling on the ring and crying...

　　 The scene of Lorist passing out in a coma and being carried off the ring on a stretcher even irritated Dean Weston in the stands. It was just a little bit, just a short while away, and if he insisted, he would fall by himself without attacking! Dean Weston only felt suffocated, and he couldn't see through the breath held in his chest. In anger, Dean Weston suddenly grabbed a chair "cracking" and smashed the surrounding chairs, scared the person next to him and ran away, thinking he was crazy...

　　 Telman ordered the law enforcement team to guard the door and not let outsiders come in before they entered the hospital. Sure enough, there was a chaos like flying dogs. Lorester cursed Fat Shi while pulling the bandage on his body. Who told Fatty Shi to get two pig urine pee in the morning and fill it with chicken blood. He had to tie it in the bandage and said The bleeding from the wound after intense exercise looks more realistic and deceptive and professional. Lorist didn't care too much, and agreed.

Who knows that the pig urine bubble burst and the chicken blood came out and dyed the bandage. It looked very realistic, but more chicken blood clotted on the bandage and made the body itchy and itchy. Lorester couldn't bear it in the ring. Reached out and grabbed it. When others saw Lorist looking pale and sweating on the ring, they thought he was relapsed, but how could they know that it was all sweat from enduring itching.

After finally unwrapping the bandage and scratching it happily, Lorester let out a sigh of relief: "It itches me to death. I didn’t expect this itch to be so unbearable. In the ring just now, I wanted my opponent to itch. It's a sword where I got up."

Terman picked up the linen towel in the hot tub, wrung it out, and walked over to wipe the clotted parts of the chicken blood on Lorester's body, and said: "The morning bandage is too tight and airtight. After going out, except for the dyed red bandage, the rest is condensed in it, and it is powdered when rubbed against the skin. If it enters the skin pores, it is still not itchy. You will endure until the duel is over."

"But your performance in the last duel was really wonderful. If I didn't know that you weren't hurt, I would really think that you would not be able to hold on. Then take a step back, how did you come up with it? Everyone thinks you lose It's fixed, who thinks you can take a step back and turn defeat into victory."

"Hehe," Lorist laughed: "My last duel was delayed for so long to give everyone the illusion that I can't move, and can only stand in place to resist the parry, as if I leave my position and lose immediately. Falling to the ground is not the same. No matter how fierce the opponent’s offensive is, I can only stand still and cannot move. After a long time, everyone will not think that I will suddenly move, and the chance of victory will appear. It is swordsmanship, and the mind is also very important. The more critical, the more you must maintain a calm and conscious mind."

　　 Telman heard the words and thought about it for a while. He knew that it was Lorist pointing to himself, and said sincerely, "Thank you."

When Fatty Shi came in, everyone was squeezing in the infirmary and drinking Max. This was sent to Lorist by Dean Levins to reward him for his performance in the morning duel with San Marceau College. Excellent, makes Dean Levins very proud. Then the reward was confiscated by Terman and others, and based on the principle of having the blessings and the hardships, he cooked Michaels directly in the treatment room of the hospital.

　　 "Good news, good news..." Fatty Shi was elated.

　　 "What's the good news? Come and listen." Terman said.

"After the duel, didn't Locke pretend to be unconscious and be carried off the field? This stimulated the people of Saint Marceau College. The silver instruction of that duel collapsed, and he was crying like a child in the ring. And Weston The dean went crazy in the stands, lifted his chair and smashed it, and finally vomited blood and fainted on the ground. He recovered his breath after first aid. Dean Levins comforted Dean Weston on the stretcher when he drove him into the carriage. Don’t worry, the bill for your damage will be sent to St. Marceau College. As a result, Dean Weston vomited blood and passed out. I heard that Dean Weston would have to stay in bed for at least half a year to recover. Come here. Isn't this good news?"

　　 "Cut, this is good news for the old fox above, what does it have to do with us." Terman said disdainfully.

　　 Lorist finished his cup of Michaels, and said to Fatty Shi: "I have been in the hospital for more than an hour. It's time to take me back."

　　 So everyone put a bandage on Lorester, put him on a stretcher and carried him across the college to the gold teaching residential area.

Fatty Shi said: "President Levins decided to stop tomorrow’s External Challenge Day for one day, so that others would believe that you were really injured. He also sent someone to discuss with the remaining 12 colleges whether it could be postponed. A duel of the academy will be held for a period of time. Although those academies will not agree to this request, the academy has to do so. The old man said that acting has to perform a full set of acting, not showing off."

　　 Lorist closed his eyes while enjoying the swaying of the stretcher, while cursing: "Two foxes, one old and one fat, deceiving people are more addictive."

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　　 "The back of the head was hit in a coma, and Locke won the training. The next challenger is ready to play." Fatty Shi announced loudly in the ring.

　　 For some reason, the failed challenger focused his attention on Lorist's long sword. All his moves were directed at the long sword. It seemed that he would not stop without cutting Lorist's long sword. Lorist deliberately exposed a few physical flaws and wanted to lure him into the bait, but he didn't even see it, and he fought against Lorist's long sword with all his heart. So Lorist threw the long sword into the sky, and the guy looked up stupidly, and was bullied by Lorist and slapped him behind his head.

　　 This loser is too aggrieved. Fatty Shi endured a smile, while instructing the law enforcement team to carry the failed challenger down, while quietly and quickly said to Luo Lisi who was standing next to him: "The challenger who will be playing next is the one who worships the storm in the Kingdom of Kelia. Sandos Ierta, under the Sword Saint’s Gate, be careful. The opponents in front of you were instigated by him to take stalking tactics in the arena, just to consume your energy. His sword is very fast ..."

A young nobleman over there took a long sword with a magnificent scabbard into the ring, standing on the opposite side, bowed to Lorist with great grace and said hello: "Dear Instructor Locke, I didn’t expect you to be able to stand on the ring. It’s a real surprise for students to stand in front of the students when they are on stage. It’s a pity that the teaching is hurt, and it’s a shame that they can’t fight the students with all their strength.”

　　 Lorist raised the sword in his hand and signaled the opponent to stop talking nonsense and attack quickly.

However, the young nobleman still stood there and said non-stop: "Teaching Locke, the separation three years ago made the students unforgettable. Over the past three years, whenever he thinks of the lessons taught to the students, the students will toss and turn, and never sleep at night. In order to repay the kindness of teaching, students practice hard day and night, just thinking about..."

"Cough, cough, cough." Lorist couldn't help it at last, coughing a few times to interrupt the chatter of the other party: "I said that, uh, what is it? By the way, Iquita, you just Ready to stand there and use your nagging to attack me until I can't stand it and automatically admit defeat, right?"

　　 "Sunday, I told you that the kid is called Sandos Irta. I said it several times to make you be careful. You still didn't take it to heart. Even the name will be mistaken." Fatty Shi scolded in the audience.

　　 The young nobleman named Sandos Irta blushed at once. It turned out that Teacher Locke didn't put himself in the eyes at all, and even called his name wrong. But he thought he could put pressure on Lorist, and ended up standing here like a fool and affectionate himself.

　　 "噌" Yi Erta drew his sword out of the sheath: "If this is the case, then the student is welcome."

　　 Before the words fell, the light of the sword turned like a ring, as fast as lightning.

　　Lorist's eyes condensed, and the long sword in his left hand swayed out. The sound of "Zheng Zheng Zheng" sword strikes was endless. In just an instant, the long swords in the two hands had struck each other more than ten times.

　　 The speed of this Iltar's sword is very fast, but he uses most of the stab and pick methods, and rarely cuts and hangs. This speeds up the sword, but it leads to the lack of changes in the sword. Under Lorester's dynamic vision, no matter how fast the sword is, it can't avoid its trajectory being detected. Lorester easily took a wave of offensive.

　　 Yierta has tried its best, the sword light hovered around Lorist, and the cold stars shrouded Lorist's figure.

　　 In the eyes of the spectators in the stands, Lorist is like a small boat in the stormy sea.

　　 In Yi'erta's eyes, Loriste was clearly at ease, and his lightning-like swordsmanship did not pose any threat to him. Whenever he saw that he was about to hit, Lorist would always sway his body, and the sword he pierced would often be the smallest amount, wiping the figure.

　　I and Ta's fighting became more and more chilled. I thought that after three years of hard training to deal with Lorist, it would be nothing to say~www.readwn.com~ Who would think that Lorist was beyond my imagination. His eyes were cold, it seemed that the trick was necessary, and Yi Erta's eyes showed a sinister look.

　　 Yi Erta suddenly changed his moves, all of which were slashing. Lorist blocked at will to see what other tricks he has changed.

　　 Yi'erta turned his hand, and the long sword slapped its spine on the blade of Lorist's long sword. With a "ding", Yi'erta's long sword snapped off.

　　 Lorist was shocked, how could his sword suddenly snap? But I saw Yi Erta holding the hilt still straight forward.

　　 Why did he jump forward without the sword? Before Lorist could figure out what was going on, he suddenly heard a "chi", and shot a blue barking blade from Iltar's hilt and flew straight towards him...

　　 This change of elbows and armpits was beyond everyone's expectation. No one thought that the hidden sword in Yierta's sword was still a poisonous sword...

Lorester leaned back extremely fast, the poisonous blade in the dynamic vision slowly enlarged in front of his eyes, and took a deep breath. Lorester abruptly lowered his head by more than an inch, and the poisonous blade almost swept past his face. , A stench rushed straight to the nose.

"Bang" Lorist was very angry. He leaped and kicked Yi Erta, who thought the poison blade had worked and was pleasantly surprised, and kicked off the ring. He was unconscious with a bleeding mouth and nose, and then called on Fatty Shi to come up and put him on the floor of the ring. The poison blade is taken away.

　　 Fatty Shi said: "Brother, your kick is too cruel, and the breastbone of that Yi Erta was broken by you. Even if it is cured, it will be a useless person and cannot practice fighting spirit."

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