Chapter 45: Flame Cross
"It takes three to four years for a talented warrior to advance to become a Flame Warrior, and five to ten years for a less talented warrior. According to church records, there was a pervert with extremely high talent who advanced to become a Flame Warrior in less than a year. We can only imagine how fierce such a person is in our dreams."
"After becoming a flame warrior, if our breathing method is upgraded again, it will be able to temper our internal organs and bones, and eventually we will be able to be promoted to a flame fighter."
"I don't know what's happening above the Fire Fighter," Marshall spread out his hands, smiled and shook his head.
The skinny warrior pointed at the parchment scroll in Clown's hand and said, "It records the breathing movements. If you don't feel the flow of life, it's useless to practice these movements. I still suggest you warm up and feel the flow of life in battle."
Upon hearing this, Crown opened the parchment and found that just as the other party had said, there were patterns of little people in various poses painted on it with bright red paint.
These little figures perform different actions, giving people a rather strange feeling.
He nodded: "Then let's continue practicing swordsmanship?"
He was also thinking about the basic swordsmanship and cross sword skills that he was about to advance in, and he was looking forward to the opportunity to practice with them.
"Of course you can, but your opponent is Savas. He insisted that he couldn't let go of his hands and feet yesterday and didn't dare to fight you with all his strength. It was too embarrassing for him to lose with his hands and feet tied."
"It's all right," Crown smiled generously. It doesn't matter who the opponent is, as long as he can improve with him.
These two fighters don't charge for sparring with him, so you can use them with confidence.
"Hey, big bearded man, come on, I've created an opportunity for you. The new warrior is willing to practice with you. I'll bet that he can last fifteen minutes. I'll bet two spirit coins. How about that?"
Damn it! Clown's face darkened. He felt like a fighting cock, surrounded by people betting on him.
"Let's bet," Salma shouted in a loud voice, "He won't last fifteen minutes!"
"The wind is too strong and you might sprain your tongue," Marshall said sarcastically, turning to look at the other side of the fight: "Crown, do you want to join in? You can win by betting on yourself."
"Look at him. Does he look like someone with spiritual coins?" Red Beard shook his head in dissatisfaction and threw two white jade-like coins to the thin warrior.
"A gold shield is fine too. One spirit coin can be exchanged for about 110 gold shields. Do you want to try one? You must have confidence in yourself. The bearded man has only been a Crusader for two years, so he is not much more experienced than you."
"Then come and show your support. Bet I can last for fifteen minutes for one spirit coin."
"Okay, do you have money?"
"Can I buy it on credit first? Who would go out with a hundred gold shields for no reason?"
"It's not impossible," Marshall said, tilting his head. "If you bet on yourself to win, you can't count it as fifteen minutes. You have to hold on for twenty minutes to win."
He was not worried that the other party had no money. If a superhuman wanted to make money, as long as he put aside his pride, it would not be a problem to earn one hundred gold shields a month.
"The game begins," Marshall shouted in a strange tone, and the battle between the two began.
Crown flew forward to attack. After so many training sessions, he found that if he wanted to maximize his sword skills and improve his proficiency, attacking was the best option.
Red Beard did not show any contempt on his face, and responded calmly. Yesterday, he suffered a loss after a long attack, so today he decided to play it safe, first consume the opponent's physical strength, and then take him down beautifully.
The two of them were interacting with each other, and the scene was very lively.
Ten minutes later, there was no sign of decline in Clown's strength, his attack was still swift, his swordsmanship was coherent and smooth, and he pressed forward step by step.
Savas was anxious. His original plan was to take a defensive approach and wait for the opponent's strength to decline before counterattacking. However, he was actually suppressed from the beginning to the end.
Compared to yesterday, the opponent's strength and speed have increased significantly. He even feels that the opponent's swordsmanship has improved significantly compared to yesterday.
The enemy's swords came out from all kinds of tricky angles, and he was really struggling to cope with them.
We can't go on like this. If we don't take the initiative, the loss won't just be a matter of two spirit coins, we'll lose face.
Marshall, with his big mouth, would definitely spread the news that I couldn't subdue a newcomer.
Thinking of this, Red Beard gritted his teeth, swung his sword upward, and blocked his opponent's chopping sword. The hand holding the sword was emitting red flames.
The flame also spread to his weapon, and the surrounding area was filled with red light, like bright red blood under the setting sun.
"Big Beard, you are so unkind," Marshall was furious. He didn't expect that the other party would use the Flame Cross Sword Technique.
This sword technique is used in conjunction with the fire breath breathing method, which can stimulate the human body and greatly enhance the strength of the Crusader warriors.
The disadvantage of swordsmanship is that it consumes a lot of energy and cannot be sustained. It is only used when fighting for life or attacking a stronghold.
I had planned everything, but I didn't expect this guy to be so unethical and use such a powerful move against a newcomer who had just been promoted. I should have made it clear at the time.
Marshall suppressed his anxiety and was ready to support the new soldiers at any time.
Savas might not be able to hold back against an attack of this magnitude.
After feeling a burst of energy, Crown immediately stepped back, ready to avoid the opponent's attack.
The opponent raised his sword to block his downward blow, but the remaining force made his entire arm numb.
He understood that the opponent was using a big move.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Now that he no longer has the ability to engage in a head-on confrontation, he very wisely resorts to a guerrilla approach.
But his opponent's desperate posture would not allow him to dodge so easily. The red light broke away from Savas's sword and cut out a light curtain.
Klauen bent his waist and turned sideways, and the light curtain swept across his right arm, taking away a large piece of flesh and blood.
Feeling the pain, he also became furious.
Instead of retreating, he rushed forward.
He used time to stand still, always at the moment when the opponent changed his attack.
Savvas felt very awkward. His attacks could clearly reach a certain position, but the enemy always took the initiative and suppressed his offensive rhythm.
A strange scene happened. A new warrior suppressed the old warrior who used the Flame Cross sword technique.
Marshall looked at the pocket watch in his hand and fifteen minutes had passed.
"Time is up, Crown wins!"
He shouted, but neither side of the battle paid any attention to him.
Crown's attack was like a continuous river, surging, while Red Beard was like a reef in the middle of the river, submerged by the waves.
He had a hunch that a strange power was sprouting in his body, and fighting was the best way to release this power.
His speed didn't increase, nor did his strength, but his offensive rhythm was getting better and better.
He found a unique method, and after blocking repeatedly, the powerful force was completely consumed.
After a while, he was able to suppress Red Beard without the help of the power of the hourglass.
Clown felt a faint warm current flowing through his body. When the warmth flowed through the soles of his feet, he suddenly took a step forward, and his sword moved with him. It knocked on the opponent's rapier, and with the help of the recoil force, he easily sent the tip of the sword to Savas' Adam's apple.
“This time, I won again.”
(End of this chapter)