Chapter 59 Why Kingsley Became the Defender
Edith was already tired. This group of people seemed to not understand what she was saying. She emphasized the first-come, first-served principle so many times, but they acted as if they didn't hear her and kept trying to find a compromise solution.
"Okay." She stopped Bell who was still trying to argue, looked up at Kingsley, and said, "I'll play a coaching match with you."
"If you can't provide me with so-called 'guidance', please leave and don't come to our venue to disturb us again."
Kingsley's smile returned.
Guidance is a very subjective matter. Even if he didn't see any problems with Edith, he could still make some profound suggestions. In other words, the situation of "cannot provide me with guidance" in the other party's request could not exist.
Moreover, being able to crush this legendary freshman in the arena would definitely help to enhance his reputation - this was someone who had defeated the top three potion students and the top three overall score students in a row.
No matter whether she is good at swordsmanship or not, as long as he can beat her, he can secretly declare in private that he is "more powerful than Prince Zebulun". Maybe he can also make more friends and accumulate connections for graduation next year.
"Okay, I hope you can improve your swordsmanship under my guidance. It would be great if this teaching can also help you in the finals." He pretended to think for a moment, then saluted with a smile.
"...You even want to take advantage of Edith's title as the finalist." Hedda rolled her eyes. "If she wins first place in the final, will you still have to call yourself a mentor?"
Kingsley's smile cracked.
"No, I don't dare to take credit for it." He cursed the other person hundreds of times in his heart, but his face still showed that tolerant and gentle look, but he didn't dare to look at anyone other than Edith.
"Can you please help me apply for the qualification to compete in the competition?" He pointed at the teacher who had returned to his seat, "I will go and prepare the sword for the coaching competition."
Edith raised her eyebrows and agreed.
Kingsley successfully sent the others away, turned around and grabbed the boy, and whispered in his ear, "Go and get the people from our fencing club over here, and tell them that I want to teach you the key points of fencing, and that it can significantly improve your level, and you can hire as many people as you want."
"If anyone else wants to sit in on the class, that's fine too."
The boy was stunned for a second, then nodded frantically.
The people of Kingsley are so nice. They never forget to give guidance to their friends in the club!
He ran away quickly, Kingsley smiled and shook his head, glanced at Edith who was writing the application form from a distance, then turned and walked towards the ring.
…
By the time Edith had dealt with everything and walked towards the ring, a sizable crowd of spectators had already gathered around.
Guessed it.
She sighed.
I hate having in-depth communication with people who love to show off.
Edith walked slowly to the ring and jumped up with both hands. The crowd below then noticed the other protagonist of the competition, and they cheered a few times, then focused on observing Kingsley's movements.
"Come on Kingsley!"
"Great! I can finally watch tutorials again. I've been stuck on backhand sword for months!"
Kingsley smiled and responded, "I'll teach you later."
Another round of enthusiastic cheers broke out from the audience.
Edith was oddly silent.
Although it is true that swordsmen are more likely to accumulate fans than mages, it is really... unbelievable that Kingsley is so popular as an average fourth-year student.
To some extent, his ability to win people's hearts is better than his swordsmanship, which makes him suitable for defrauding nobles of their investments.
She walked up to Kingsley, who looked at her and exclaimed, "Don't you have a sword?"
Edith nodded: "I just wanted to practice, so I only brought the wooden sword."
Kingsley looked worried, thought for a moment, and handed the sword in his hand to Edith: "This is for you, I'll use someone else's."
While he was speaking, someone stepped forward and handed his sword to Kingsley.
Edith stepped back at this moment: "No need - or give me that one."
Her finger pointed at the sword that had just been handed to the man.
The hilt of the sword that the other party handed over was so loose that no one would believe him if he said there was no tampering.
Kingsley was a little embarrassed: "Mine is better."
But seeing that Edith was determined not to take it, he was too embarrassed to urge her any further, so he could only put the item aside and looked at the crowd with a righteous look on his face; "Since this lady cannot use her usual sword to compete, out of fairness, I will not use it either!"
"Good!" Warm applause rang out again.
Edith: “…”
What an amazing infectiousness and ability to make up lies.
"So, who is willing to lend a sword to this lady?" Kingsley raised his hand and looked at the people in the audience. At this time, everyone suddenly fell into a strange silence, and they all shut up, not knowing what they were thinking.
"That man must have said something when he called people." Hedda said angrily, "Vile, shameless, dirty, may their souls sink into the endless quagmire after death!"
Edith didn't care. She shook her head, stopped Lynch who was trying to go back to get the sword, and directed him to break a branch from the tree at the original site.
There was no other way. One of the three original wooden swords was bitten by Amy and she thought it was dirty, one was Lynch's special use and was not convenient to use, and the last one was broken by a boy who came to ask for explanation. They could only make one using materials available locally.
Lynch was also very knowledgeable. He picked thick and hard branches, and used spells to clean the small thorns on the grip on the way here. He reinforced the "sword body" again, and Edith used it very smoothly.
She didn't do a secondary processing to sharpen the blade, but just kept a little sharp protrusion at the tip. After all, compared with metal, no matter how thin the wooden blade is, it is not enough, so it is better to use it directly. Its round body can also slow down the attack of the metal sword.
If you are in a hurry, you can even use it as a stick to hit your head. It is very useful.
Kingsley wanted to scream at this moment.
What are you doing!
If Edith fought him with this thing, he wouldn't care even if he won, and if he lost - no, he wouldn't lose.
Kingsley's eyes hardened.
"How about this, there are no extra wooden swords here, so I will put the sword back into the scabbard. This will be fairer." He thought for a while and gave the best solution at the moment.
In fact, the edge of the scabbard was sharp, at least sharper than wood. Most importantly, after doing this, he had the moral high ground.
There was another round of praise from the audience.
Edith was completely numb. She raised her "sword" and glanced at the teacher below the stage: "Let's start."
The teammates in the audience cheered instantly, as if trying to suppress the voices praising Kingsley, but the other side had more people after all, and quickly won back the victory. The increasingly loud noises woke up many people near the practice field, and some of them leaned out of the window and began to pay attention to the strange game here.
The teacher took three steps back and put down the rope in his hand. The metal ball tied to it suddenly swung out and hit the bell beside the ring with a loud bang.
"start!"
Kingsley's vision suddenly widened.
He suddenly realized something was wrong and squatted down to avoid Edith's attack from behind.
So fast!
The audience only saw a beam of brown light flashing from above, and then Kingsley flipped over and came to the other side with the sword. Three seconds into the game, the two had successfully fought a round and exchanged positions.
"...Why did Kingsley become the defender?" Someone in the audience was stunned for a moment and questioned quietly.
No one could answer him, after all, the game on the stage changed too quickly.
Kingsley was indeed quite skilled. He was able to dodge Edith's first extremely fast attack by instinct, and did not make the same mistake as Lynch of standing still. He rolled away in time to create some distance.
It's this kind of escape that seems a bit tragic.
The scabbard in his hand was engraved with patterns. During the rolling process, it caught on the clothes, pulling out several pieces of silk threads that hung on the edge of the robe, making him look like a beggar on the street.
Kingsley wiped his face and bit his tongue. The bloody taste in his mouth made his brain confused.
How could it be so fast!
Is it because the stick is lighter?
Time did not allow him to think too much. Edith had already taken advantage of the time when he fell to the ground to nimbly jump to the other side and once again went around to the back. She lowered her body and swept the stick in a fan shape, knocking Kingsley, who was trying to get up, to the ground again.
"You didn't get up fast enough." She turned to the front, pulled up her opponent in front of everyone's incredulous eyes, and then kicked Kingsley's right hand holding the sword. The opponent staggered, and his body slipped again halfway up, and his face hit the scabbard, leaving a bright red blood mark.
"Don't use the sword as a support to stand up. The sharper the sword, the more fragile it is and it will break easily." This time she lifted him up by the collar without caring about his face. "Stand up again and show me - no, start from falling down. Remember to rotate your wrist inward and point the tip of the sword backward, with the back blade facing you."
The hand loosened halfway, and the boy didn't react and fell on the sword again.
There was total silence.
The people from the fencing club were completely stunned, while Lynch, Amy and Hedda recalled their experiences of being trained by Edith and shrank back with empathy.
"Stand up." Edith looked at Kingsley with some disdain, "You don't have any ability to deal with unexpected situations."
"Use your back foot to push, rotate your waist, and move into a half squat. Don't stand up directly."
Kingsley rarely listened. He stood up obediently as the other party said, and then rushed forward when Edith was not paying attention, knocking her to the ground.
Edith's reaction was quite quick. She turned her wrist, bent her legs, and fell to the side where she was not holding the sword. Then she turned over and squatted with the strength of her waist, and reached out to knock Kingsley's knee.
The boy groaned and didn't fall, but he took several steps back.
It's a pity that Kingsley is not heavy enough, otherwise this blow would be enough to make him fall again.
Edith managed to stand up, but failed to get behind her again. Kingsley was obviously much more cautious. Although he looked embarrassed, he stared at Edith intently, and didn't seem to intend to give her any chance to attack from behind.
Edith stood still and swung the stick, smashing it down at the tip of the boy's sword. Kingsley's hand trembled, and a strong force pressed on his wrist, seemingly breaking the bone.
He screamed, then let go of his hand and wailed while holding his left wrist.
The sword fell to the ground.
Lynch's eyes turned serious.
Letting the sword slip from one's hand is the biggest mistake a swordsman can make.
"Didn't anyone teach you not to hold a long sword straight out?" Edith asked lightly, stepping on the tip of the fallen scabbard. "Thank you for providing me with a great seesaw."
Kingsley stood up with difficulty and looked viciously at the sword not far away.
There was silence in the audience.
",,,,,,Is this a coaching competition between who?" A weak questioning voice coming from somewhere made the silence seem even more solemn.
yes,
Who taught whom?
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