Chapter 16 Final Victory

The winter sun gradually rose to the middle of the sky. After the snow melted, the black soil on the ground was still a little wet. The final match was going on in the center of the arena.

Tocolin waved his long sword in both hands, and the ice blue sword light folded a few afterimages in the air, slashing at the opponent, and Rock, who couldn't dodge, could only use his double swords to fight.

The heavy force was transmitted from the blade to the wrist, and there was a slight spark and a harsh friction sound at the intersection of the blades. Tocolin did not withdraw his sword, but continued to press forward. Strength was his forte.

The sloping blade is only 2 inches away from Rock's forehead. Holding two swords is not as powerful as one sword. As Tocolin advances, Rock can only step back.

This can't be done. Rock turned his footsteps, took the sword in his hand to the right, and took advantage of this to retract a sword and swipe it towards the opponent's wrist.

Seeing this, Tocolin still did not withdraw his sword to dodge, but drew the sword diagonally upward from the lower right, exchanging injuries for victory.

Rock flexibly rolled to the left, the sword in his hand could only make a shallow wound on the opponent's wrist, and blood began to flow down the wound, staining the cloth wrapped around the hilt of the sword red. Seeing Roque rolling to the side, Tokolin didn't fight, but pulled away and waited again. Rock is agile, and fighting him in close combat is not a wise choice.

He waved the long sword in his hand again, held it high in the air, the icy blue brilliance of the sword body circulated, and a cold wind swung towards Rock with the long sword, making Rock feel like his blood was frozen, and his body stiffened. , Before he could use his magic power to touch this negative effect, Tocolin rushed over again.

clang--

A sword flew directly into the sky with the sound of the impact. Rock reached out and pulled out the dagger in his boots and rushed directly into Tokolin's arms. The dagger was flashing with a cold light of magic power. Lethality is not small.

Tocolin stomped heavily on the ground, sharp ice thorns protruded from the ground, penetrated Rock's shoes, and the ice thorns shattered, but many of them also penetrated into his feet, a biting cold and pain passed from childhood. Come on, let his speed slow down, Tocolin opened the distance again, and the sword light swept across.

Damn, doesn't this guy have any weaknesses? Rock turned around, picked up the rapier that fell on the ground, swung the two swords crossed, and charged up again.

Due to the injury to his foot, Rock lost his previous sensitivity and could not fight for a long time. He could only fight quickly. The bright red magic power began to spread on the blade, and the blood vessels in his body erupted. In the winter, bursts of white steam rose.

The crimson sword shadow quickly collided with the ice-blue opponent in the air, sparks overflowing, and ice chips fell from time to time, and then melted again. With the violent collision, the originally thin rapier began to have cracks one after another, and finally broke into pieces with a bang. Rock clenched the remaining sword and continued to fold and swipe.

Tocolin raised his sword body horizontally, the icy blue brilliance circulated, and the cold wind rolled back, generating bursts of suction, which slowed Rock's figure, and then swung down hard.

It was also this trick, Roque was surprised, he didn't have time to think about it, just like the last time Isaiah duel, after a quick approach, in the electric light flint, the rapier shattered, and then a dagger slid across Tocorin's collar , a slight bloodstain appeared on the opponent's neck, and a trace of blood began to leave along the neck.

"Rock wins, the final is over!"

The referee hurriedly stopped when he saw it, and then asked someone to help Tokolin. After all, he was once the son of a viscount and a genius, so he couldn't die here at will.

After a while of silence, Tocolin slowly put down his sword, staring at Rock with burning eyes, as if to remember this opponent.

I'm sorry, I took advantage, but I'm not going to throw in the towel and give up my qualifications. Rock thought secretly in his heart, and then looked at each other without evading.

The academy competition in Ike City finally performed very well in the finals. After the competition was over, Rock noticed the enthusiastic cheers from the audience.

"Rock!"

"Rock!"

"Rock!"

"Rock!"

A group of students gathered around. They lifted the rising star and threw it up high. There were cheers and celebrations. Although Rock did not care about the opinions of the people around him, the taste of victory was still so delicious. , let his heart also stretch out, just like a long-suppressed dark cloud, being pushed aside, he can see the beautiful sun and the future.

Emenas, a glorious and heroic name, the yearning of countless people, will open the door to him today.

In stark contrast to the enthusiastic cheers next to him was another silent teenager. Tocolin covered the wound on his wrist, slowly walked into the dark passage, and quietly left this lively venue that had nothing to do with him.

An old wagon was parked outside, the decoration on it had faded, and many were mottled, and Tocorin boarded the wagon without saying a word.

"Does the young master's wrist matter?" the old coachman asked with concern.

"Well, it's okay, let's go, Uncle Fitch."

"Okay." The old coachman didn't ask anymore. He knew his young master's temperament. Since his death, he has become more and more indifferent and stubborn.

Failed this time, but I'm still young, I'll be back next year for sure, wait, Rock, I'll beat you again, like countless times. It's just your luck this time. Torkorin looked out the car window at the arena until it slowly disappeared from view.

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The mountain behind Burris' house, in the training woods.

"So, that's why you came to train with me this month?"

Rock's feet were bandaged,

Although I can't see it with my shoes on, there are still bursts of pain from time to time.

"That's right, I used to learn from the master of the Sword of Wind Swing with Tocolin. He learned this trick very quickly and liked it very much. There is no reason not to use it in battle. I just let you familiarize yourself with this trick in advance. That's it."

Isaiah answered naturally.

"But it's not fair," Rock replied.

"Fairness, what is fairness? There is never perfect fairness, Rock." Isaiah replied in a rare serious tone.

"Your father is the captain of the guards. You can be exposed to swords and swords since you were a child. You don't have to worry about food and clothing, you have enough nutrition, you have a teacher to guide you, and you have plenty of practice time."

"But those children from poor families do not have such conditions. Many of them have never touched a real sword in their lives. Not only do they have no teacher to teach them, but they also usually work for the family, so they don't have time to practice."

"It's not fair that you win against them. Why should you qualify. What kind of result do you want to pursue is truly fair."

"I admit that the talent is not as good as yours, but I have a good sister and a better birth. I do not reject these, but will make good use of the existing conditions."

"I don't think it's mere hard work that made me, there are more complex reasons for that, but should I be ashamed, no."

"I will live well, and I will also try to make the people around me live better. I want to be a hero and shine on everyone around me."

"Instead of entangled in your narrow fairness."