It has to be said that Luo Xiaoli's speed in her attacks, her grasp of timing, and her confidence in her attack frequency far surpassed those of the other students present. These strengths impressed Jiu Yue, who was frequently amazed by them.
Practicing swordsmanship is not something that can be accomplished in a day. Many people take three to five years to even get started, and it takes eight to ten years to be considered a true swordsman.
Those with exceptional talent train diligently for years to achieve great success.
In September, she kept company with her sword and even slept with it in her arms. She understood better than anyone how long it would take to achieve what Luo Xiaoli did.
Apart from Luo Xiaoli, none of the other people in the room were idiots.
September vaguely remembered a long, long time ago when she was training with a group of assassins. Those people were far less talented than the people present. She wondered how the Federation had selected these students.
In her mind, the organization's mystique grew even stronger.
The one-armed girl from Japan was largely unaware of the earth-shattering events that had transpired since her imprisonment. After her disillusionment with the Tokugawa family and her revelation of the truth at a global conference, she was imprisoned in a third-tier coastal city. Gu Qingwan, with her foresight, specifically instructed that she not be crippled, intending to use her for future purposes. Therefore, September's situation was relatively comfortable; she had food and drink, but lived under constant surveillance. Her only two ways to alleviate loneliness were to look out the window at the white clouds and the occasional bird flying by, and to spend two hours reading in the prison's study every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. The study was dilapidated, but contained an astonishing variety of books, including classics and novels.
She usually reads romance novels and fantasy novels, but her understanding of Chinese is only so-so, so she reads them with some difficulty. Nine months before coming to the Federation, she was reading a book about a different kind of fire, Xiao Yan, and had just reached an exciting part of the story.
Unexpectedly, after being summoned, the world changed. Everything here felt so unfamiliar to her, as if she had been transported to another world.
Her gaze fell back on Luo Xiaoli, who was currently engaged in a fierce battle.
The relentless attacks left Adela struggling to defend herself. Cherry blossoms danced swiftly in the air as Luo Xiaoli used most of the basic sword techniques she had practiced over the past few days. At first, she was a little clumsy, allowing her opponent to find breathing space between them, but the further she went, the faster she became.
Adela parried and defended, the muscles in her hands controlling the hilt and blade of her sword went from numb to tingling, and she even occasionally felt a loss of strength when exerting force. In a fight, this would be fatal. If she could not control her weapon or was forced to lose it, she would become an unqualified swordsman.
Looking back on her initial disdain, she was so naive.
The students watched intently, and Zhao Xuerou noticed something interesting. At the beginning, Luo Xiaoli's sword skills were very basic, and the transitions were not smooth enough. She relied on speed to suppress her opponent.
But as the attack progressed, she quickly adapted to the rhythm and perfectly integrated it into her offense and evasion.
It's something intangible that requires personal experience and control.
As her offense became increasingly fluid, Adela lost her composure and failed to adjust her strategy in time. Once she fell into a disadvantageous position, she was completely disqualified from the match, forced into defense and occasional attacks, her momentum as chaotic as weeds.
With the crisp sound of cherry blossoms falling and broadswords clashing echoing, Adela was forced back into a narrow corner in just a few minutes. Her counterattacks were ineffective, and the pain in her hands made her increasingly irritable.
Knowing full well that she was bound to lose, a surge of regret and anger overwhelmed her, making it impossible for her to calm down and adjust.
Luo Xiaoli, of course, wouldn't give her a chance.
In the end, Adela decided to fight back desperately, no longer willing to sit idly by. She wanted to win with a surprise move, and her focus on defense became even weaker.
Continuing this situation is a slow death, so it's better to grit your teeth and fight back to end it quickly, and maybe you can even find a weakness in the opponent.
With this in mind, as the opponent slashed at her head, she kicked the wall next to her and used the force to fly to the side. Her eyes were fixed on Luo Xiaoli. With a "crack", Luo Ying hit the wall and the whole blade trembled.
This is the opportunity when the opponent's movements freeze; if she can seize it, she can turn the tide.
In a duel between swordsmen, the outcome is often decided in just one or two moves.
The moment she stepped out of the corner, she swung her broadsword with one hand, barely managing to slash at Luo Xiaoli's head with her last bit of strength. Because the force of the slash was so strong, she was being pushed to the other side, as if she were about to be pushed away.
A force emanated from the broadsword, and at the hilt, traces of blood had appeared at some point.
It must be said that the power of this final blow was terrifying, and the speed was also quite impressive. The pupils of most people present shrank sharply the moment they saw it, and they thought Luo Xiaoli was in danger.
At the speed of an average person, it's absolutely impossible to dodge it.
When a wild beast is about to die, its fighting spirit is extremely fierce, and that's the feeling Adèle gives off.
Unexpectedly, Luo Xiaoli not only reacted quickly and skillfully dodged the attack, but also imitated Adela's movements. She was agile and used the wall's momentum to fly towards her opponent. At the same time, Adela attacked with her broadsword, leaving her with no means of defense.
A few seconds later, the arena fell completely silent.
No one spoke; there was complete silence.
Their gazes were all fixed on a knife called "Falling Cherry Blossom," which was held against Adela's neck.
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