According to the rules, both parties fighting in the spiritual world must adjust their senses to the highest level and be consistent with reality, so that such a battle will be more realistic. There was no way to release the water. In the case of real pain, even the conditioned reflex of the muscles did not allow the two of them to give up resistance.
According to the rules, both parties are provided with a fourth-turn dark soul-level suit with almost identical attributes. It does not come with special skills and does not have too many suit attributes. Excluding the variables of armor, the effect of the weapon and the user's personal strength are particularly important.
The defense of the thin armor was almost negligible, but Stanley still chose his usual light armor suit. Taking a step forward, the crimson fighting spirit was released at this moment. The strong aura spreading from Stanley's body was like a fierce blade, impacting the vision of everyone, as if it was going to tear everything in front of them.
On the other side, Mei Lan was different. She was dressed in blue-gray plain clothes, with her long hair tied up in a bun behind her head. The sharp blade pulled out from the void flashed with cold light, and her sharp gaze pointed directly at the tip of the sword. Look ahead. A warrior who has been practicing for a long time is calm and unshakable.
"The stage will now be handed over to you two." As Delflenger finished speaking, the battle was about to begin!
The battle took place on the simplest flat ground, and the battle had just begun when Mei Lan's expression became serious. It was because of Stanley, because the young man in front of him took the lead without testing!
At the same time, outside the court, her eyes fell on the screen showing the real-time battle situation, and Artolis's attention was focused on Stanley. Stanley's profession is Storm Sword Rider, which is different from Thunder Sword Rider who pursues body and sword skills. As a non-popular profession, Storm Sword Rider's training focuses on fighting Qi and sword wind. As for why the number of people practicing the Storm Sword Cavalry is not as high as that of the Thunder Sword Cavalry, both of which are sword-based professions, this is the problem.
As one of the most popular professions, Thunder Sword Rider is a representative of the sword system. It can be said that there is no threshold for practicing this profession. As long as you want to and like to practice swordsmanship, you can join this position.
The Raging Wind Sword Rider is different. His heroic posture of wielding sword energy and fighting against the wind has naturally won the admiration of thousands of young cultivators. However, the prerequisite for practicing this profession is that cultivators must master their own fighting spirit. . This alone is enough to dissuade most young cultivators, including Artoris and Geraint.
When it comes to fighting spirit, even Artolis doesn't dare to claim that she is proficient in it. To her, it is just a slight understanding. Kellyd's swordsmanship does not require practitioners to have any kind of fighting spirit mastery. It is a mortal sword move that is done in one go. Because of this, during the more than ten years of practicing sword skills in different directions, Artoris had almost never been exposed to fighting spirit. Except for the blessing of the Sword of Vow to Victory, it was only after coming to the phantom world where spiritual energy was abundant that she could concentrate on it. Xia barely swung out a few sword energy with his sword.
And this is also the reason why Artoris was surprised when she saw Deken condense the fighting spirit into shape. Artoris remembered that three years ago, when she was choosing careers for Gawain and Xilu in the library, she selectively ignored the Stormrage Sword Rider who needed a fighting spirit threshold. From then on, among the people she knew well, Stanley was the only one who learned this profession.
——Fei Yan fighting spirit
Artoris remembered that Captain Kdores once said to her that those who can understand fighting spirit before the age of twenty are either geniuses or have the blood of a warrior flowing in their body.
"The blood of a warrior?" Artoris murmured outside the field, but the battle inside the field had already begun.
The strong wind howled, and Mei Lan felt lucky to witness the cross's sword energy tearing two ferocious cracks into the ground beside her. She didn't expect that guy to move so fast. It seemed like she underestimated him.
The clothing was light enough to allow Mei Lan to avoid his own attack. Stanley's expression gradually became serious as he watched the woman in plain clothes turn around and raise the blade to attack him. That is a powerful enemy. Even if the weapon he holds is harmful to the opponent, Stanley cannot let him slack off in the slightest!
"The violent wind reorganizes!" Following Stanley's roar, the violent wind mixed with crimson fighting spirit quickly wrapped around the blade in his hand, and the back pendulum swung suddenly at the moment Mei Lan approached!
The raging wind dispersed everything in sight, and the ground in front of him exploded instantly under the impact of the blowing wind and the sword energy entrained in it. Wherever he looked, the erupting wind did not stop. His alert eyes were always paying attention to the direction of Meilan's avoidance. Stanley waved the sword in his hand vigorously, chasing Meilan's movements and sweeping away.
In just a blink of an eye, the land that stretched for hundreds of meters in a fan shape in front of Stanley was in ruins. The far away sword wind still continued to cut the land, but a cold light suddenly struck in front of him.
"Ding~Qiang~" After Stanley put away his sword to block Mei Lan's sword attack from the side, they collided with each other after Mei Lan swung his sword downwards.
The two sword blades touched each other, and fierce sparks erupted from the friction. Just when he met Mei Lan's cold and solemn gaze, Stanley immediately shouted angrily, and a strong wave of crimson air erupted from his body, trying to force him back.
However, at this moment, under Stanley's surprised gaze, the weapon in Mei Lan's hand deflected his blade, and the tip of the sword, which shone with cold light, stabbed straight into Stanley's chest. That lightning-fast blow, even if the blade was blunt, easily penetrated Stanley's armor and passed dangerously close to Stanley's ribs.
"The vital point has been avoided!" Meilan also showed a slight surprise at Stanley's reaction. Seizing this opportunity, Stanley's fist filled with fighting spirit immediately hit Mei Lan's abdomen.
Stepping on the void, he stepped back to avoid Stanley's counterattack. In Stanley's eyes, Mei Lan's toes touched the ground three times. The sword blade flashing with cold light behind him turned around and was held in his backhand, and a crosscut suddenly struck. That is an action suitable for a dagger or a scimitar. If the slender blade of the sword is in its original posture, it may not be possible at all!
"It's the weight of the sword!" He was always paying attention to the battle in the field. He understood something at this moment, and Delflenger looked at Artoris. And there, compared to the two people who were tense during the battle, Artolis acted very relaxed.
Artoris had no doubts about Mei Lan's adaptability. Reducing the weight of the sword would naturally make it easier for the assassin, who was known for his agility, to use it more easily. Since you can't compare to the opponent in terms of strength, let's make up for this gap in terms of speed!
The scene returned to the battlefield, and in Stanley's eyes, Mei Lan's figure was suddenly divided into three parts. That was the Shadow Assassin's third-level professional skill—Ghost Step! Those three figures are not clones, but blindfolds, designed to deceive the opponent's vision so that they cannot detect the location of the real body in the first place.
However, in the face of Mei Lan's attacks from three directions, Stanley calmly smiled. Pointing the tip of the sword to the ground, crimson waves suddenly rippled where the blade tip contacted the ground.
"Wuxiang Sword Divine Wind!" The crimson air wave that erupted from this blasted away all three figures that hit him.
And more than that, in the center of the air wave, Stanley slowly straightened the sword blade in his hand. The fighting energy spreading around him gradually gathered and took shape, turning into twelve crimson swords floating behind him.
After covering her chest and raising her head, Mei Lan saw the twelve suspended sword blades pointing at her along with Stanley's straightened sword.
"Let me tell you that arrogant master, if you are an assassin, you should hide in the shadows. Since you are going to face me head-on, you should be aware of it." Stanley said, his eyes gradually becoming sharper: "You should admit, Even without the blessing of weapons, I have the upper hand now!"
