The swift sword on Earth is a duel weapon, and almost no one uses it on the battlefield.
But here is Terra, and there is a magical magic called "Origin Stone Technique", and things get interesting.
As long as you have the Source Stone, you can fight with a toilet peg, no problem.
Anyway, the main source of damage is Source Stone skills, and the toilet peg can provide a few mental shocks at most.
But how many people are willing to fight with such weird weapons?
It's not embarrassing enough.
Therefore, the vast majority of people will still choose a traditional cold weapon to use, and the focus has gradually shifted to appearance.
The premise is that the weapon can cast spells normally and also has a sharp edge or striking surface that can inflict heavy damage to the enemy.
Is this probably why Franka chose this thermite sword?
Hand guards as beautiful as spring flowers, painted with dark gold, bloom with wisps of nobility. Each petal is also hollowed out, which not only reduces the weight of the sword but also provides the user with the opportunity to gradually jam the opponent's blade. It is both practical and beautiful.
A tentacle printed with dense patterns stretched out from under the flower, made an arc in mid-air, and connected the end to the bottom of the sword hilt.
Its existence gives the swordsman more protection, at least he doesn't have to worry about the enemy's blade hitting the back of his hand. It's just that the existence of this tentacle makes the thermite sword a little heavier and a little difficult to control.
But fortunately, Terrans are existences that are invisible to the naked eye.
Even though Franca's arms are beautiful and slender, and her skin is as fair as if she's been smeared with milk, no matter how you look at it, it just makes people think of her as frail...
But it can erupt with bronze-colored power and stab the three-pound swift sword into a sonic boom.
Moreover, the dark golden flower and tentacles are not only beautiful to look at, they are just like the user of the thermite sword, exuding a faint charm in movement.
As long as the enemy's attention is seduced, even if it is only for a tenth of a second...
"Goo!"
...you may pay the price with your life.
The thermite sword easily penetrated the protective suit and entered the man's flesh again. Valentine felt a sharp pain in his chest, his legs softened, and he actually wanted to kneel down.
It was as if his sinews and bones had been ripped out.
But when the spirit and skin fall apart, the will and muscles will rise to the challenge!
Valentin gritted his teeth and compressed his throat, but did not scream out. He let go of the dagger, grabbed Franka's arm with his left hand, and stood the Swift Sword on the ground as a crutch with his right hand to support his body.
Blood flowed out from the wound, and the pure white protective clothing was stained with a touch of red. There was a hissing sound in his ears, it was the hot blade of the thermite sword licking the flesh.
Soon, the sound became blurry and became smaller and smaller, gradually becoming louder and louder than a harsh buzzing sound. But this sound couldn't help Valentine support his increasingly heavy eyelids, and he seemed to be falling asleep.
No matter how strong your will is, you will never be able to stop the flow of life.
At this time, a fragrance poured into the nose, crowding out the bloody sweetness.
Valentine felt someone hugging her, and her voice was as warm and hazy as her body.
"Don't sleep, wake up."
Like a safe word in a game, these five words directly gave Valentin a shot in the arm, causing him to open his eyes suddenly, and electricity seemed to spurt out of his pupils.
For a second, the heart beats.
Two seconds, nerves jump.
In three seconds, the wound healed.
Although his five senses were full of will, the first thing Valentin felt was the warmth and softness in his arms.
Apparently Franca hugged him to prevent him from falling before using the Originium Technique to resurrect him.
At the same time, it was also for a moment of electricity to heal my own wounds.
Valentine sniffed. The scent of the fat fox made his nose itchy. Just when the dragon man wanted to say something, Franka let go of him, took two steps back with the thermite sword in hand, and distanced himself.
The protective clothing on her body also has many holes, which is Valentine's masterpiece.
A life-and-death fight only takes place in one thought. The swords will not separate unless one of them dies, and the slowest one can only join three times.
In order to kill the opponent quickly and hard, the focus must be on offense, and the dagger used for defense is just to avoid death as much as possible.
It is considered successful if it can deflect the direction of the sword slightly and does not hit the heart, throat or other fatal places.
As long as you can kill the enemy, what does it matter if you get hurt?
I'm alive!
But in such an extreme environment, even the most powerful master will make mistakes. Life and death battles again and again made Valentin's life go up and down like sit-ups, and Franka also experienced many journeys back to the ghost gate.
That's where the holes in her clothes came from.
Franka was already charming in normal times, but now the pure white tights she was wearing had a lot of holes and blood stains on them, which gave her charm a coquettish air, making it even more eye-catching. The blood is brimming with blood.
Valentin couldn't control his gaze at first and kept looking at some plump places.
Then he was stabbed by Franka's sword and his heart flew into the air.
[What is dangerous in battle is not only the weapon, but also the enemy's beauty and your heart. ]
These were the last words Valentine heard before shutting down for the first time.
He was heartbroken many times later, and he learned to control his eyes and heart.
But the results are still very poor.
Even if he later became more familiar with it and could display the Italian (Syracusean) style of swift swordsmanship in his mind, he was still unable to parry it.
"Why?"
The pain in his heart finally dissipated. Valentine looked down at the sword in his hand and murmured in a low voice.
The life-and-death fight that abandons the Origin Stone skills is a training plan customized by Franka for him. It is simple and effective, and can allow Valentin to regain his elegance as a phoenix from another world in the shortest possible time.
But looking back now, although I gradually found that feeling, the actual effect was not good.
Is Franka too strong?
Her physical fitness is indeed better than mine...
But it’s not like there’s no chance at all!
"You're too impatient."
And Franka had already taken a good look at Valentin, and the key point was stated in one sentence.
Valentine felt as if a basin of cold water was pouring down from his head, and his whole body suddenly calmed down.
I see……
Father, like son. Even if Yifeng has lived in another world for thousands of years, he cannot break out of this vicious circle.
He returned to Terra and became a twenty-year-old youth again. He once again experienced what it felt like to be full of vitality and had the spirit of a boy.
But "Yifeng" was deeply suppressed in his heart.
Valentine thought that his usual behavior in Rhode Island was a disguise, but how could this thought and what he showed not be true?
Yifeng, who has lived for a thousand years, and Valentine, who is in his early twenties, exist in the same body at the same time...
Do not conflict.
Gu——
The sound of someone's hungry stomach broke the peace of the training ground.
Valentine scratched his head a little embarrassedly.
"That's it for today."
Franka smiled and stretched.
"Have a good night's rest and don't do anything like that again."
"I know."
These words reminded Valentin of the time yesterday afternoon, and his waist began to hurt.
"Try to control your emotions next time and don't get carried away by anger."
Franka narrowed her eyes and looked at him with a smile, her eyes filled with meaning.
"At that time, you looked like you were going to eat me, and your eyes were very aggressive~"
"It's so late now, why don't you go back to my house for dinner?"
"After dinner, come and practice together... or something."
"ah?"
Valentine's eyes twitched.
"You can practice anything, right?"
But what responded to her was Valentine's back, and another sentence——
"Farewell!"
Bang!
After a tiring day, the little dragon man squeezed out the last bit of strength at this moment and escaped from the clutches of the bad fox in an instant. The door of the training ground was almost broken by him.
"Smelly boy..."
Franka smiled helplessly and had no choice but to stay and clean up the training ground. After changing her clothes, she walked to the dormitory.
Halfway through, she suddenly thought of something.
"Wait a minute, this guy hasn't changed his clothes?"
