"Mr. Wu Yu, what do you mean by this?" Jerry asked innocently, as if he really didn't understand what Wu Yu was saying.
"Heh, don't pretend anymore. Someone once told me that you have to make your own judgments. Since I'm already doubting you, any explanation you give will seem weak and powerless to me." Wu Yu's words gradually turned cold.
Wu Yu thought back to when he and Jack met and were wary of each other. Jack said he would personally verify his identity, but he didn't know what the final result was.
As for Jerry, Wu Yu also remembered that he almost stabbed him in the back then. Although there was no danger, the kid's thinking was sometimes really extreme.
"Then, Mr. Wu Yu, what will it take for you to believe me?" Jerry asked, looking aggrieved.
“It’s simple. Although I don’t know you well, I think the only thing that could make you betray Phillis is power. Take my sword, and I will use power that would have killed you a month ago. So you have two choices now: either die, or live with the power you just gained,” Wu Yu said coldly.
Before coming, Wu Yu had already inquired with Philliss and learned that Jerry had not yet broken through to the third tier, so theoretically his combat strength could not have improved much.
Even if Wu Yu misjudges, it's fine. The system's control over the force is extremely precise. Wu Yu is confident that he can stop at the most critical moment, while also letting Jerry experience the sense of crisis of being on the verge of death.
“No, Mr. Wu Yu, please believe me,” Jerry pleaded.
"Sorry, we're not acquainted," Wu Yu said coldly. In this world, no one could change his will with words anymore.
Wu Yu reached out and grasped at the air, and a rusty iron sword appeared in his hand.
Because the sword Jack gave him was taken by Yifang for repair, this rusty sword was the replacement that Wu Yu bought. Wu Yu had searched all the blacksmith shops in the city to find it. When Wu Yu first saw it, it was lying in a corner collecting dust. Wu Yu made a quick decision and bought it back for twenty copper coins at the price of scrap metal.
These twenty copper coins were painstakingly saved by Wu Yu from the pocket money Violet occasionally gave him. He had originally planned to sneak off to the tavern for a drink.
The rusty sword was certainly not good equipment, but it was enough for Wu Yu. The strong don't need equipment to bully the weak.
【see through】
Having already clashed once, dealing with Jerry became much easier. Wu Yu blocked all of Jerry's escape routes with his first move, and no matter how Jerry responded, he couldn't withstand Wu Yu's direct and vital strike.
It's safe to say that any warrior of rank two or below would die from this sword strike.
Jerry didn't cheat; it's clearly impossible for him to improve his swordsmanship in just one month. To survive, Jerry can only rely on faster speed or greater strength.
Skills have their limits. Wu Yu's sword strike was limited to the second and third tiers. If one possessed the strength of the third tier, one could directly overcome all techniques with sheer force and be saved.
Jerry didn't have a storage ring. Although he wasn't wearing his white armor this time, he still had his sword hanging at his waist.
Jerry could survive if he did nothing, but he didn't dare to gamble.
Just as Wu Yu said he didn't know Jerry, Jerry was also unfamiliar with Wu Yu. But judging from Wu Yu's words, even if he admitted it, it didn't seem like he had no way out. He shouldn't have to hesitate when choosing between dying now and dying later.
So Jerry eventually drew his sword, but when faced with Wu Yu's fierce strike, he was a little unsure of where to begin.
The idea of combat instinct is complete nonsense. Combat also has its routines, and those moves are what we call routines. Their purpose is to lure people into pre-set traps. A master is someone who can see through the opponent's routines and then use them to lure the opponent into their own trap.
Of course, this only applies to melee combat. For ranged mages, they only need to see who has the thickest shield and the highest damage output.
Wu Yu's sword swings may seem casual, but they are actually perfectly controlled. The blade always stops at the position that makes Jerry most uncomfortable. The first sword is just a normal slash, which anyone can block.
The key was the subsequent change of tactics. Jerry felt that no matter where he intercepted Wu Yu's slash, he would inevitably leave a fatal opening.
After considering a counterattack plan in his mind, Jerry finally chose to give up. Even Maper, who had been immersed in swordsmanship for more than ten years, was defeated by Wu Yu in one move. How could he possibly withstand it?
Jerry simply let go, allowing the sword to slip from his hand, then transformed his palm into a blade and swung it towards Wu Yu's sword.
In fact, if Wu Yu wanted to, he could have easily bypassed Jerry's chop and drawn blood from Jerry's body, but since Jerry had already admitted it with his actions, then let him have his way.
Wu Yu also wanted to see how Jerry would neutralize his attack. After all, low-level professionals couldn't project their battle aura, and their physical abilities couldn't withstand the cutting of a sharp blade. Even Wu Yu's tattered weapon, which cost him only twenty copper coins, couldn't possibly stop it.
Jerry's skin was a healthy bronze, but just as his palm was about to meet Wu Yu's blade, it was coated with a gray light film, and he fearlessly met the attack.
"Clang."
The two collided without even producing a spark; the sound came from the broken sword blade falling to the ground.
Wu Yu didn't feel much resistance in his hand, and then the sword broke. Wu Yu then picked up the broken sword in his hand and looked at it. He saw that the break was smooth, and it was neither broken by a huge force nor burned by a high temperature.
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