The lightning-fast sword was like a claw in the snow and mud, leaving no trace. The vicious blow from Mias peeled off his knee and cut into Baron's abdomen from an impossible direction in a thousandth of a second.
Everything that happened before was a cover-up to achieve this blow. The fatal blow achieved with the help of unparalleled mental skills was simply unavoidable.
Indeed, at this point, even Mias has to admire how clever Baron's methods are, even if he does not try his best, it is enough to put him into an embarrassing situation of being stretched thin. However, when it comes to mental skills, he is indeed superior. In just ten seconds, a three-level game and breakthrough took place between the two parties. From the overall situation, it seems that Barong has the absolute upper hand, but in fact it is not the case. .
To talk about the skills of a swordsman, you can get a rough idea just by observing his appearance and body. If the muscles all over the body are bulging, this kind of person must be a swordsman who practices the power of the outside world. This type of practitioner has such strength that his shoulders and arms can break gold and stone with a sword, and he can even resist blunt objects with only his physical body.
But Mias doesn't take this kind of people seriously. A skilled swordsman pays attention to balance - exerting force all over the body. If you blindly pursue force, you will lose flexibility. Only with both strength and speed can you be a middle-class figure. .
Although Mias also knew that from the outside he seemed to be speaking out loud, but that kind of confidence was not groundless to him. If the man standing next to Elena is Baron's true body, then judging from the other person's words, deeds and temperament, that guy is no longer someone Mias can ignore.
But he never thought that the other party could force him to this point!
That was supposed to be the last trump card, the winning blow left to Elena, but now she can no longer reserve it, but there is nothing you can do about it. If even the disciples of the Sword King cannot defeat, then what else can be done? What qualifications do you have to stand in front of the Sword King!
Therefore, seeing the unexpected dagger about to pierce the opponent's abdomen, Mias, who had already secured the victory, showed a lucky smile on his face.
Even if he could only stop here, it would be a pity for him to get a glimpse of the Sword King.
"I win this duel..."
"Pfft——!"
However, just the next second when the suppressed joy in his heart was about to burst out, Mias lowered his head and stared at the Biyou Sword passing through his chest, with a trace of astonishment appearing in his wide eyes.
"Eh?" He looked down the sword, looking at the awe-inspiring and inviolable figure of the elf swordsman holding the sword shadow, his eyes full of disbelief.
What broke the deadlock was not the opponent's judgment of being superior to the fourth level of the game, but the miraculous reaction ability that even Mias could not help but admire!
He gave up the control of the sharp blade and avoided the fatal blow of the dagger with a speed that was invisible to the naked eye. At the same time, he grasped the flying sword shadow smoothly, reversed the situation and stabbed it into the opponent's chest.
That kind of outrageous movement technique, in Mias' opinion, is not within the reach of ordinary people. It is enough to be called a miracle. How could anyone avoid such a surprise attack without using external force? Even a true swordsman may not be able to do it.
That guy...
"Mias!" At the same time, seeing Mias being pierced through the body by Baron's sword, all the friends watching the battle subconsciously exclaimed.
However, before they could rush forward, they were stopped by Celica's straightened staff.
"Don't worry, pay attention, there is no blood on Mias's wound!"
"No blood!?" Not only Celica, but Artoris on the other side also noticed this.
Although Artoris knew that Baron would not kill him in this confrontation that was not a life-and-death battle, the scene just now was too terrifying for her.
But Artoris didn't understand this. Since he chose to penetrate the opponent's chest and didn't intend to kill him, what exactly did Baron want to do?
"Is your state of mind...?"
"Mood? What do you mean?" Listening to Elena's thoughtful murmur next to her, Artoris looked at the other person's eyes with confusion.
"Well, it's nothing." In response to Atoris's confusion, Elena touched her chin and responded: "Just keep reading. Although you can already know the ending, I think the process is still worth watching."
"I am..."
Looking at his empty chest, Mias felt surprised. He clearly remembered that he had a sharp blade piercing his chest, but for some reason he did not feel any pain, and the sword was no longer there.
At this moment, a strong sense of disobedience arose spontaneously, and as his eyes moved upward and looked around at the scene, Mias quickly understood the situation, and then shook his head with a wry smile.
That is the dividing line between virtuality and reality, the other end of the will. The body's feelings are divided into two in a trance. The battle in the outside world seems to be continuing, and the consciousness is inadvertently immersed in the other's mind. As a visitor, or rather - the subject of a trial?
Standing on the lake as clear as a mirror, looking at the figure holding a sharp blade hanging high in the sky, Jumias took a step forward and stood like a mountain, slowly stretched out his hand, palms upward.
"I have never understood the heart of the sword. If I compete with you in this heart realm, I will definitely lose."
"But you don't intend to give in, do you?" The overlooking gaze met the visitor's gaze, and when he saw the thin figure imprisoned in the water cage, a faint smile formed on the corner of Barong's mouth.
In this state of mind, Baron's figure has returned to its usual appearance, and his opponent, Myas Norton, has also stripped off his majestic form and replaced it with his most true appearance in Baron's eyes. appearance.
"The sound of heaven is like water, but thoughts are tangible!"
This is the second time Mias has heard this sword technique.
Words are powerful. Although Mias didn't understand the reason, he actually felt the transformation of his "heart".
With the echo of the words and the ups and downs of the rhythm, the Sword Heart Jue seems to be integrated into the Qi and blood, wandering through the eight extraordinary meridians.
Then Barong lowered his eyes, and when he raised his sword and pointed his finger, his mind was no longer agitated, and his five senses converged in one place, integrating the endless attainments of the sun and the moon into this inner lake!
"Frustration will not wear out your body. This time I will not make any reservations. I also hope that you can do your best here."
As Barong's words fell, thousands of water-colored sword shadows emerged from the shimmering place, soared up, and covered the entire sky in the next second.
At the same time, looking up at the imposing figure high in the sky, Mias's forehead shed a few drops of cold sweat, but his will did not waver.
"Who do you think your opponent is? Since you want me to give it a try, let's fight again!"
Baron's words rekindled Mias's fighting spirit. His straightforward gaze expressed his determination. His open palm transformed into a dagger that he was good at, and with one powerful slash he tore apart the prison that bound his body.
At the same time, the chill receded from his body. Mias, who immediately woke up, grabbed the shadow of the sword that penetrated his chest and crushed it alive in the next second.
The bright red blood slid down his fingertips, and madness suddenly appeared in Mias's eyes. His splitting eyes met the other person's gaze, and he gritted his teeth and roared: "So, don't rejoice too early!"
