Chapter 108 Olenna's Sword

The drill ground is actually a training ground, but now the soldiers in the hideout are suddenly required to practice more, and Taner is responsible for leading the training.

But as long as I practice extra, I get to eat meat, so I have no complaints.

In the center of the parade ground stood Olenna and the White King.

Olenna changed her clothes this winter.

She was dressed quite smartly, with a small white wool cape as the outermost layer.

She wore a brown petticoat and a velveteen shirt underneath, and because she was going out for a duel, she also put on a piece of leather armor similar in style to Elsa's.

He wore tight fleece trousers of the same style as the White King, and special boots on his feet.

Based on the experience of soldiers often slipping during the snowy war, Rand made some improvements to the boots.

It has not been promoted yet, and has only been tried in the high-level areas of the hideout.

In short, the bottom of the boot is made of hard leather, and then many patterns are carved on it to increase friction.

The weapon in Olenna's hand was an ordinary swift sword that Rand had handed over to her.

Before the final battle of the Civil War, Rand had said that there were weapons suitable for her in the ruins. Unexpectedly, they had been found now.

Rand said the weapon was special, but Olenna couldn't tell yet.

But it doesn't matter. Although it is a duel, it is not a life-and-death fight. Moreover, it seems that he can't defeat the White King no matter what. Rand is probably destined to be beaten.

In fact, Olenna didn't want to be beaten for Rand. She didn't feel so sorry for Rand. She just wanted to say goodbye to the past.

Olenna was also born into a noble family, but her family had suffered so much that she no longer had any relatives, and she no longer needed to have any contact with those who were still alive.

Later, he went to college in the capital of the White Kingdom. After graduation, he was hired by the White King to become the swordsmanship teacher of the then very young Ellie.

It can be said that Ellie is the person she cares about most, although now there is also Rand.

The White King was also someone she respected. When she had just graduated and didn't know what to do, she was a little confused, but she was entrusted with such an important task.

Then she met Ellie, who for a long time was her inner support and became the person closest to her.

It's the same now, but because of the photo incident, it's sometimes awkward when I'm alone with Ellie.

Although neither of them mentioned it and pretended that it never happened, it could still be awkward occasionally.

When the White Country was trying to break through to become the highest-level professional, the White King came to give her guidance and gave her a sharp weapon - the bee sting.

You know, in the White Country, there are very few people who can receive such an honor.

The White King was somewhat grateful to Olenna for his help.

But at this moment, even though she felt guilty, she chose to stand on Rand's side.

In the snow.

Azure eyes met icy blue eyes.

The White King looked at the sword in Olenna's hand, which was not the Bee Stinger she had given him, and he almost understood the situation.

He turned to look at Rand who was watching him, his chest rising and falling slightly.

I haven't been in a good mood since I got the artifact.

Looking back at Olena, who had raised her head, even though her eyes were a little guilty, she still looked at her without avoiding it, and whispered: "Poor weapon, it will break in an instant."

Olenna shook her head and tightened her grip on the seemingly ordinary swift sword in her hand.

Seeing that Olenna insisted, the White King stopped and stood still without saying much.

With his arms slightly stretched out, snow and wind began to fly all over the sky, and a long sword made of ice and snow appeared in the hands of the White King.

"Then Olenna, let me see how much you have improved."

Rand looked at it with envy. His abilities were too shameless and perverted. He really envied the White King's ability to be so strong and handsome.

Olenna raised her sword, the long, slender Swiftblade held upright before her, its tip pointing toward the sky.

Standard pre-duel etiquette.

Swift swordsmanship. In Rand's previous life, Swift swordsmanship was known as the supreme art of Spain. In the field of dueling, Swift swordsmanship was almost far ahead of all other weapons.

Well, polearms don't count.

Olenna is certainly a top duelist, even though she rarely fought with anyone in the past.

The secret of dueling lies in speed and precision.

As a shallow pit appeared on the snow-covered gravel road of the parade ground, Olenna appeared in front of the White King in an instant. As for her sword, it was even faster. Before the audience in the venue could react, it had stabbed the White King in front of it.

In comparison, the previous competition between Olenna and Rand was simply child's play. It was estimated that they did not even use one tenth of their strength.

But it was still blocked by the White King's ice sword.

Cracks appeared on the ice sword, but they quickly repaired themselves naturally.

Then the White King exerted a little force with his arms, and Olenna was pushed back a distance.

"It's pretty fast." The White King commented, "Come again."

Olenna drew her sword again.

Blocked again.

Just like when Olenna helped Rand train, the White King had no intention of attacking.

In the North, everyone knows the mighty name of the White King. According to legend, the White King is born with the ability to control wind and snow, and anyone who tries to challenge her will die from the cold that seems to freeze even their souls.

The White King never duels with anyone, and this is, in a sense, the first time for him.

It was like strolling in the garden. Every move was blocked. Although there was no posture, there was no flaw at all.

"You've made a lot of progress." The White King continued to comment. After that, she raised her coat and said, "As long as you can touch me, whether it's my hair or my clothes, you win. If you lose..."

The White King looked at Rand who was standing beside him and said, "Lord Rand cannot hide behind."

Olenna took a deep breath, the cold air attacking her organs and lungs.

Breathe in gently, and a white mist will form in front of your mouth and nose.

The snow is still blowing in the wind.

All ice and snow are under the control of the White King. In theory, conventional weapons attacks have no chance at all.

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Unless it is fast enough, so fast that the White King cannot react.

The weapon in his hand was indeed no ordinary item. Although it was hard to tell what was special about it, it was at least very hard. It had not been damaged after colliding with the White King's Ice and Snow Sword many times.

Olenna actually wanted to see Rand get beaten, as she was still brooding over what happened.

But that doesn't mean she doesn't want to win, even if this victory is a gift from the White King.

After reaching the level of a top-level professional, Olenna has never slacked off in her martial arts training. Even after arriving at the hideout, she would take time out to practice her skills.

There is almost no room for advancement after the highest level. Anyway, you can’t reach the king level just by training.

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In fact, the highest level is already an incredible realm. The body and soul of the highest level professionals have long been different from those of ordinary people. It is hard to imagine that such a degree of change can be achieved spontaneously through talent and training.

Olenna also had things she was proud of, but right now, she didn't really want to lose, even if the price was that Rand wouldn't get beaten.

The White King was somewhat surprised to find that Olenna's speed had increased.

In her eyes, Olenna has always been a soft and gentle person, not a combative one, but at this moment she seems a little stubborn.

Is it for that Rand?

The parade ground was already filled with Olenna's footprints. No matter what she did, the White King was like a mountain, towering and motionless.

But she found that she seemed to have become stronger.

At the highest level, the soul can already influence combat power to a certain extent.

To use the words from Rand's previous life's online article, it means that the mind is clear.

If Olenna before reached the highest level only because of her talent, it is different now. She has people she must protect and reasons to fight for, although she still wants to see Rand get beaten.

But at the same time, she wanted to protect Rand and help him practice his ideals without any hesitation or confusion.

Therefore, even without training, Olenna has become stronger.

It only takes a moment.

An opportunity.

Just one sword strike.

Just say goodbye to the past.

The snow has been falling in Crescent Moon Neck for most of the winter, and at the current rate, it may continue until the beginning of spring.

But at this moment, everything seemed to have stopped, at least in Olena's eyes. She had become familiar with the wind, the land, and the trees in the past six months.

And there is the falling snow that we have long been accustomed to.

Everything stopped at this moment, nothing seemed to change anymore, everything was still.

Including Rand and Ellie who were watching the battle from a distance with some concern.

Including myself, including the White King in front of me.

"flaw."

He drew his sword subconsciously.

It was quite sluggish, as if everything, including the air, was pulling at her to stop her from drawing her sword.

It was very strenuous, but without any hesitation or doubt.

Of course, what seemed slow to Olenna was unimaginably fast to everyone else, including the golden-eyed elf who was drawing his bow and arrow far away.

Although Rand believed that the White King would never kill him, Lysa was still prepared to take insurance.

Pausing, moving, drawing the sword, the skills that have been honed over thousands of years are displayed at this moment.

The White King's cold and hard face finally changed. Even in her eyes, this sword was truly amazing.

Olenna pointed her sword at the White King's throat.

Just a little bit.

Not even a finger's width away.

If she had chosen to attack the White King's hair or clothing, she would have won long ago.

Unfortunately, I can’t make any further progress.

The ice crystals began to spread from the tip of the sword, all the way to half of Olenna's arm, before stopping under the control of the White King.

The White King looked at Rand who was about to rush over and said coldly, "It's your turn, Lord Rand."

Although there was no fluctuation in his voice, Rand could clearly feel that the White King was even angrier.

Well, it's understandable. Anyone would be angry if his sister and the talents he had recruited were taken away.

Rand picked up the sword helplessly, and then said, "Can you put some water in it?"

"Don't worry, it can be cured." The White King said in a grim tone.

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