Hunter’s Blade - Chapter 155

[Demon Hunter’s Blade Chapter 155]

“—What.” The swordsman heard the loud noise, looked down at his weapon, his eyes stopped at the gap in the sword, and he didn’t come back to his senses for a long time, “…”

“What’s your name?” Charles asked.

“…Pate of Rain Bay Hall.”

“Lead the way.” Ciel greeted him, “Take me to your swordsman master.”

Elijah held his breath and followed Ciel silently.

“Hey…it can’t be true.”

“like……”

“He won’t overturn the dojo.”

“Come on, come on.” The citizens followed them curiously and entered the swordsmanship dojo.

After passing through the gate, Ciel saw a vast courtyard head-on. Five or six young people were fighting each other, holding wooden swords, roaring and pressing at the opponent, trying to knock down his opponent.

Is sword practice really like this?

Half-aged children had enough to eat and drink, and then risked their lives, catching and killing each other until the other side begged for mercy.

“Strength! Go forward! Don’t go back!” A tall man with a blond shawl and a war pattern on his face roared, holding a sharp steel sword.

Shire saw that it was of excellent quality and excellent smelting technology. It was obviously a masterpiece forged by craftsmen.

Blonde hair is the symbol of the barbarians. The barbarians come from the Frost Falls. They are taller and stronger than the Lomans, bloodthirsty in temperament, and martial in culture.

“Stefan!” Pate yelled at him. “We have challengers!”

The blond man came over with his sword, and the apprentices stopped their movements for a while and turned to look at Ciel and the group of citizens behind him who joined in the fun.

“Don’t stare, concentrate on your practice!” Stefan turned back and shouted to them, waving the sword in his hand towards Ciel, “What the hell do you want to do?”

“Challenge here.” Ciel said lightly.

“I can knock you into the mud with just one finger.” Stefan’s Lohmann spoke fluently, but still a little rusty.

“I’m looking for only the strongest,” said Ciel. “I’m looking for the master swordsman here.”

“You are not qualified to meet the Juggernaut.” Stefan laughed.

“Elija, now that we know the other party’s name, we can do it, but we have to be polite and not let the other party’s face.” Ciel instructed Elijah, “The relationship between victory and defeat is the most important thing. They should have no more excuses to let the strongest swordsman in Yuwan Hall go out.”

They are too weak and must be resolved as soon as possible. I want to fight against a powerful swordsman. That is a rare experience and a precious opportunity to practice skills.

“I’ll teach you not to be distracted!” Charles heard Stefan’s roar, and a vicious wind sounded from the back of his head.

With the knife in his hand, Ciel quickly glanced in front of him, guessing the trajectory of the opponent’s sword path.

The sword collided in front of Ciel’s face, and he saw the sparks flying in the air, how gorgeous it was.

The sound was almost 10,000 people exclaiming, screaming and excited shouting at the same time, and the whole fine forged long sword in Stefan’s hand snapped, split into seven or eight pieces in the collision, and scrambled to the ground.

“Who is he?”

“No, how can there be such a strange person with such a sharp knife!”

“terrible……”

“Change the sword.” Ciel clenched the blade and pointed the tip directly at the opponent, “Forget it, the person holding the sword has to change too, hurry up, I’m running out of patience.”

Stefan blushed and was furious, and he didn’t know how to vent, so he could only throw the hilt of his sword and rushed into the room.

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In just a few minutes, Ciel saw a man slowly walk out of the house.

The other party is definitely an expert in swordsmanship. Ciel can tell from his aura. He has white hair, is over thirty, his eyes are lazy, his face is firm and scarred.

“Your Excellency is the swordsman master of the dojo.” Ciel greeted him.

“Yeah.” He stepped on the threshold with one foot, languidly, leaning on the door frame. “What are you doing here? Charles Grani?”

“I want to ask you to teach my follower swordsmanship.” Ciel explained, “I can use a knife, but I can’t use a sword. It’s more appropriate for you to teach him.”

“I’m going to have two masters,” Elijah whispered.

“Learning from many is a good thing,” Ciel responded.

“You have no manners, I don’t like it,” said the swordsman master.

“I’ve made it up now. Please Haihan.” Charles explained, “I don’t know your name yet?”

“That’s it, I’m Francis of the West Coast.” He took the armor that Stefan handed him, and put it on slowly, “I’m good at it… Stormstorm swordsmanship is quite handy, I’m naturally lazy… I usually let other people take care of it for me…I rarely teach myself…you are looking for the wrong person…I haven’t used a sword myself for a long time…”

“You won’t wear armor if I get the wrong person.”

“Yeah, yeah… But in any case, sword competition is a very troublesome thing, such as wearing all protective gear… For example, salute properly… You see, swordsmanship competition is comparable to all the world’s The things that should be eliminated are the same, slow, inefficient, slow…I can’t remember the last time I played like this…”

Fraser put on his boots, tied the leather rope, put on gloves and bracers, then put on a blue open helmet, and now looked exactly like a swordsman in full gear, ready to fight.

He tied the rope around his chin, stretched his hands back, and Stefan handed him the sword in its scabbard, thick and strong with several leather straps wrapped around it.

Ciel heard a clear swipe as Frances pulled the sword out of its sheath.

Beauty… a very beautiful voice, when Charles heard this voice, he only felt happy and excited.

Qualified opponent, qualified opponent!

Ciel suddenly felt that he cherished the next duel, and such a wonderful battle might not happen again.

“You want me to teach your entourage?” Frances laid the sword flat in the summer, overcast and cloudy, and the dim sun shone dimly on the blade. “Do you want me to teach him some stunts?”

“Of course he needs strength.”

“What about you? Why are you helping him?”

“I also want to find an opponent.”

“A person with a strong desire to win…”

“You understand.” Charles looked at the other party’s eyes.

There is a first time, there will be a second time, the moment when the swords meet, and the final decision is made, that moment is sweet, bites people, makes people’s heart beat faster, and the excitement happens naturally. Even if I recall late at night, I am still excited.

“That’s why you’re here to disturb me…” Francis stroked his fingers on his own sword, “I’m worried, people say that Ciel’s sword is indestructible.”

“I guess so, so I don’t really want to destroy your weapon.”

“Others will only get angry and irritated when they hear this, but I think what you said is true… But I’m reluctant to exchange a sword that’s almost too bad to taste you.”

“Taste me?” Charles felt amused.

“Yes, appreciate it well… Appreciate you, understand your fighting style, and listen to the crackling sound of our weapons when they collide…” Francesca showed off his sword. , similar to the color of his hair.

Everyone consciously stepped back and stayed far away from them.

“I am experienced, and the martial arts are changeable, and you…you are young and powerful, with a magic weapon in your hand…you are troubled…how can you win easily?” Frances looked puzzled.

Ciel took a deep breath: “I’m also thinking, how can I win you and let you agree to teach him.”

“Come on, if I win, I want one of yours.”

“What? Do you want my knife?”

“Well, I can’t use a knife. The center of gravity of a knife is different from that of a sword… I want your ring.”

Ciel showed him the charred ring: “You want this?”

“Of course… Charles Grani…”

“You know what it’s for?” They seemed to know the secret of the charred ring.

“When you emerged in the Upper Loman region, people were talking about you… Come on, come on, hibernated for many years… getting older… I wonder if I still have teeth…”

“Better have.” Ciel clenched his sword.

Without salute, without more greetings, they approached each other.

He was murderous. Charles saw Frances brisk pace, happy expression and strong arms. The silver-white sword reminded him of the moon, and the name must have been very nice.

It was just too late to inquire, and being able to play against a genuine swordsman master, Ciel suddenly felt that it was all worth it.

Charles looked at Frances’ arm.

Ci’s understanding of the preemptive cut can be described as penetrating. The key is to see through the opponent’s action intention, so as to intercept the opponent before the opponent makes a move. It seems that he is attacking, but in fact he sees the opponent’s attack and counterattacks. It was a late attack, but… Ciel couldn’t see Frances’ attack intentions.

“It’s strange.” Francis strolled around the Shire. “What are you looking for?”

“You found out.” Charles was amused, his intentions were too obvious.

“I’ll show it to you.” Francis stabbed his weapon like lightning.

This is the moment when his intention to attack is displayed, to seize it——

caught!

Ciel also slashed out the sword swiftly, faster than Francesca, but Francesca also stopped at the right time, and the two swords were so worthy of being missed that they almost collided.

The sword is divided.

Others should not see the danger of this moment, Ciel thought to himself.

If I didn’t catch that moment, Francesca’s sword would have stabbed me.

If he doesn’t have time to withdraw the sword, my sword will cut off his weapon.

Strong… this guy is really strong…

The quality of the duel… is also terrifyingly high. We all have the ability to kill each other in an instant. Once someone makes a mistake, once someone makes a misjudgment, the outcome will be decided in an instant, either he will be cut into two stages, or I will be Pierce the heart.

Why don’t you make me so excited?

I only need to seize a moment to defeat such a long-established swordsman master!

They walked opposite each other for another lap. After the second lap, they could no longer hear other people’s voices. What they were looking at were weapons, what they heard was each other’s breathing, and what they saw were each other’s eyes.

How to scare him?

Ciel’s eyes changed, and he quickly shook out the knife in his hand.

Francois grinned, as if he knew Ciel’s tricks.

Well, this guy must have experienced hundreds of swordsmanship contests in his life.

What if it’s Z?

“Hack him,” Gladius urged. “You don’t need anyone’s skills, you just need to hack him.”

There was a killing intent in Ciel’s heart. He swiftly swung his knife and slashed towards Francesca. Frances quickly avoided, and kept dodging. The first and second strikes, he fought back in the third attack. The sword pierced Ciel’s waist abruptly.

It was difficult to dodge, and when he caught up with him, Ciel quickly bullied France.

However, Francis was used to fighting close to himself. Instead of retreating or losing ground, he also approached Ciel, so the pressure was on Ciel. He wanted to step back and open the distance for himself to swing the knife, but Franco stopped Pressing hard, doesn’t give him such a chance.

About to be stabbed, soon to be stabbed, a trace of despair flashed across Ciel’s heart.

kill him.

Ciel held the gray knife back, and reached out to grab Franz’s throat, ready to slit his throat.

Frances slammed Ciel’s face with his elbow, making the bridge of his nose sore, and they moved away from each other, standing, and the distance was drawn again.

Thunder and lightning roared.

It’s raining.

[End of This Chapter]