What Baron wanted to discuss with Artolis was about food, clothing, housing, transportation and arrangements for future actions. Living in Tianeste, what they need to know is the outline of the world, but the information collected from the Adventurers Association is only the edge of the city.
The journey starts from here——
However, where this trip should go is still unknown in the hearts of young girls.
"...Heartbeat, positive 5. ...Blood pressure increased."
Feeling the state of the body, the legs are like a slithering snake, drawing winding lines on the land and raising floating dust.
——Mingjing Zhishui.
That was both a hint and a code for what was about to happen. As a swordsman, he must observe and listen in all directions with a calm mind. Only in this way can he ensure that he does not fall into passivity.
"but--"
"The amount of sweating has increased, and are the pupils dilated significantly?"
If you still dare to call yourself Ming Jing Zhishui, you are simply making people laugh.
The physical condition is obviously not in the best condition. Perhaps this is the impact of dual consciousness. Although it is minimal, it is not to the point that people can ignore it.
Staring coldly at the young man in front of her, Artoris straightened her blade and took an offensive stance. The only ideal state is to maintain a combat posture at all times. If the body still needs to do preparatory exercises before it can enter the state, then it is simply not prepared enough from the beginning.
"It is child's play to need a bare blade to protect yourself. Keeping the blade in your heart at all times is the basic secret that is inseparable from all kinds of martial arts."
As the young man said this, a faint smile formed on the corner of his mouth, and the gaze in his eyes showed sadness and joy. In Artolis's eyes, there was no flaw in the figure standing against the wind.
She knew very well what Baron said.
This is [Canxin].
A continuation of the consciousness of striking, which is different from the five qi Chaoyuan, and belongs to the core of a warrior's realm.
What is needed is not weapons to fight with, but the spirit to never let up. Even in ordinary daily life, you should not be careless, and you should be fully prepared at all times.
"But having said that, you and I, who are usually good at using weapons instead of fighting with fists and feet, don't have much to understand about this." Looking up at the bright moon hanging upside down in the sky, Artolis felt a little puzzled in her heart. .
"You clearly know that I have [Mutsuki's Blessing], why do you still choose to spar with me under the moon?"
Level 40 versus level 124, in terms of basic attributes alone, Artoris is exponentially different from Baron, which is equivalent to facing level 4 with less strength than level 2. And with [Musuki's Blessing] in hand, Artoris's attributes are doubled under the moonlight. What's the point of competing when the gap in physical strength between the two is obvious?
"It is impossible to say that it is meaningless when the balance of victory and defeat is not completely tilted in one direction."
"You mean, are you sure you can defeat me?" Even Artolis clearly realized that his tough attitude was not a show of force, but stemmed from the truth of his incomparable confidence. Artolis, who is familiar with Baron's character, knows very well that he will not boast easily without being absolutely sure.
But how is this possible?
No matter how much she trusted the other party, Artoris couldn't believe the reality before her. The data doesn't lie. The gap between them at this moment can never be narrowed by relying on skills. No matter how superb Barong's skills are, he can't possibly beat himself, who is also a master of swordsmanship.
"Don't take it lightly just because the opponent in front of you is not that courageous. Improve your concentration and become familiar with my movements. This is what you will face in the future."
Needless to say, Barong expressed his farewell and drew a dividing line between her like a dead line with the flash of his drawn sword.
"This time it's a sword. I hope you won't be careless because this battle is in your area of expertise."
There was no hesitation in his will, just to hit the enemy in front of him. The sword energy became stronger and more powerful as the momentum increased, and it quickly converged towards the tip under intelligent control.
Both sides used real swords in this sparring session, instead of the wooden swords used in regular training. Because the damage caused by the wooden sword is extremely limited, it is easy to make people careless. In Barong's view, only by truly being aware of the immediate danger can a person's potential be maximized. The so-called most efficient way to improve your skills is this.
Artoris understands the other party's intentions. This is the boundary between daily and extraordinary, and it is also the watershed that will determine whether her beliefs can be carried out in the near future. The sword that was steady in the palm of his hand showed its edge, glowing coldly under the bright moonlight.
The lion fought the rabbit with all his strength, but even though Rubaron said that he was not the weak one, Artolis did not think that the other party could beat her.
As she said, since the other party has a serious attitude, Artoris should abandon all distracting thoughts, concentrate on the battle in front of her, use her whole body and soul, and devote her fighting spirit to the sword to face the young man in front of her.
"The sword has no eyes, please give me more advice."
"This is the place, let's get started!"
As Baron finished his words, murderous intent arose, and the determination that was completely opposite to his indifferent smile formed a hurricane-like torrent, hitting Artolis's face directly.
"What...!" What's going on? Why is the sword intent reflected in the opponent's eyes so high, even far beyond his own knowledge?
In an instant, as if entering stealth, Artolis's consciousness was instantly isolated from the outside world - submerged into the infinite universe within.
The world seemed to be slipping away from her.
No, in fact, at this moment, the world was moving away from her.
In contrast, what is approaching at the speed of light is your own body and the brain that coordinates everything.
However, as soon as he thought about it, he felt a sharp pain. The sharp pain, as if a wedge had been driven into her brain, made Artolis involuntarily look bitter.
"His sword intention is superior to mine!" The cold sweat sliding down her cheeks seemed to express fear. Although she did not want to admit it, she knew that this fact had already been revealed in her defeat in the first round of the clash of wills. .
However, the current situation did not allow Artoris to hesitate for a moment. Her wandering eyes caught the figure who could rival Xunlei. Losing the opportunity to take the initiative was the same as giving up the advantage. She had already lost as soon as the duel started. At a disadvantage.
Wherever she looked, the whirling blade tore through the night like an overturning scythe of death. The moment she realized that it could not be resolved, Artolis hurriedly tilted her weight back. The fatal wind passed over the head, but the girl's hair shook lightly in return.
The merciless slashing in one go was enough to prove Barong's determination. Then - when the outcome was still uncertain, this torrent called fighting could not be easily reversed.
"This is your weakness, don't be distracted until next time!"
As if giving instructions to the person in front of him, the young man finished speaking with cold eyes - and in an instant, he kicked Artris away with a speed that could not be seen.
"——Gu!?"
He barely managed to defend himself, but that was just luck.
The girl was humiliatingly defeated by the force of Barong's kick. She flew several meters away and hit the ground, rolling and crawling.
Although the kick from the opponent is not a sure kill, it is also absolutely merciless.
The arm that had withstood the attack was as heavy as being struck by a thick log, and bursts of numbness and pain were felt.
"Cough~" What he sighed was not the dirt inhaled into his nose, but the girl's carelessness.
This was the fate of underestimating the opponent. At this moment, Artolis realized her mistake.
The advantage must be taken back from the opponent!
Climbing up from the ground with the blade in hand, the girl finally no longer hesitated in her direct gaze. She had only one obsession in her heart for the time being, and that was - to make the other party surrender, relying on her proud sword skills!
"That's exactly what it should be." Facing Atoris's gaze, Baron's mouth showed an elegant smile and began to fight.
The sword flashed, and sparks flew one after another.
The scenery under the moon was confused and shrouded by a curtain, but the sound of swords and halberds echoed in the air with a delay of an instant.
There is no time to blink, and the intricacies completed in an instant are beyond the reach of ordinary people.
However, amidst such an unusual and sinister sword dance, the swordsmen on both sides still accurately blocked the opponent's attack.
Although gorgeous, it is also a simple and vigorous competition, with no so-called secrets and no dazzling and impressive stunts.
Some are just pure skill competitions, and the collision of swordsmanship and soul between basics.
"Qiang——"
What broke the deadlock was the even more fierce spirit.
After dozens of confrontations, Artoris stabilized her steps, and the heavy force from the opponent was gradually relieved with each parry.
The body swaying in the face of adversity was like standing on the hull of a ship traveling in the waves. He gradually became accustomed to the opponent's attack, found a sense of balance in his strength, caught up with the opponent step by step, and began to counterattack.
This is the thirteenth form of Kelid's swordsmanship, which is called - the ship's ramp!
But even so, Artoris was not able to gain the upper hand immediately. Baron's domineering swordsmanship could be seen from the fact that he suppressed her for a full quarter of an hour.
The gap was clear at a glance, and the purple lightning-like figure was far beyond Atoris' imagination.
The pure skills that belong to Barong seem to have spanned the long river of time. In addition to the reasons that are not yet understood, the ultimate attainments from 70,000 suns and moons even surpass the difference in hard power brought about by level!
With another system that is not inferior to Kelid's swordsmanship, no, it should be multiple systems that complement each other, and with the ordinary person's arrogance that all things in the world are ordinary and hopeless, Artoris's fatal attack was completely blocked. , firmly holding the advantage in his hands.
