Chapter 169: Buckle on the chest

As if he could understand the question in her mind, Hemo turned sideways and smiled lightly, a flash of fire flashing across his eyes: "Choose one?"
Rows of various swords were placed on the shelf, and she swept it horizontally. The blade of the foil blade was cross-sectioned into a rectangle, and the guard plate was quite delicate; the sword body of the saber was cross-sectioned into a trapezoid shape, and the guard plate was crescent; Triangular shape, the guard plate is relatively largest. In terms of portability and flexibility, most women would choose foil at the first time. However, she walked to the epee zone and stopped moving.
"That one is the heaviest. Are you sure that after half an hour, you can still lift it?" Hemo raised her eyebrows infrequently. It was not that she looked down on her mobility, but the epee was the heaviest among all swords. In the heavy category, for women, long-term sword holding and offense and defense are a challenge for both physical strength and endurance.
As a beginner, it is not a good habit to do it overnight. Many people are familiar with the foil and slowly transition.
"That's it." She closed her index finger and middle finger, gently picked it up, and easily raised the hilt of the sword to draw a beautiful arc in the air. The next moment, holding it in the palm of the hand, it stood there like an artist's meticulously carved portrait, with light and shadow coming out of her side, Ling Ran beautiful.
Rao was Frey, who was standing on the side, and couldn't help but look sideways.
Not to mention her potential, just this hand gesture is almost as good as the gesture of the marshal holding a sword just now!
It seems that she has a kind of natural bearing in her body, and she is in a vein of brilliance. It was the first time he saw that a woman could stand in front of the marshal without being robbed of all her light.
Hemo moved his gaze away from the epee in her hand, smiled gracefully, and immediately followed the kindness, replaced his saber with the epee, and walked slowly to the sword. After a long time, he sighed softly to her: "Come here."
The voice was low and low, like the strings of a cello, the moment it passed through the ears, people couldn't help their heartbeat tremble.
Leng Yiyao shook her head and thought, it is definitely the cause of the late night disturbance. This person tonight is not only handsome, but with this voice, he is so handsome!
Amitabha Buddha said silently, holding the sword she chose, she walked slowly to the opposite side of him.
At this moment, the two are only one arm apart, their eyes facing each other, and every inch of each other's expressions can be seen in full view.
"Fencing is a two-player game. One side stabs the opponent with the tip of the sword, so that the tip of the sword accurately pierces the effective part and has the nature of piercing. In the end, the side with more effective hits wins." As soon as the voice fell, he casually moved. Picking up a sword flower in the air, the tip of the sword stopped precisely on her hilt, and the cold touch followed the tip of the sword through her fingers. In that moment, her eyes widened suddenly.
However, he slowly stretched his eyebrows, and the whole figure looked like an oasis of spring in the cold and spring back to the earth in the blink of an eye, making people unable to look away for a second: "According to the rules, there are two competition systems. One is a round robin. There are five hits in four minutes, and the other is a knockout match, with 15 hits in nine minutes, the first to hit the opponent for the effective number of times, or when the time is up, you can win by hitting the opponent more times."
Leng Yiyao was surprised that the fencing rules here were almost the same as she had previously known.
That is, holding this sword in his hand, it feels a bit wrong. This sword does not seem to be made of steel...
"Epee, foil, and saber are all fencing, but their effective hit points and game rules are different." Hemo's sword point moved up Leng Yiyao's hilt, and she naturally relaxed. With the wrist, let himself follow his strength to erect the sword. Obviously it is the first time to hold a sword, but the posture is like natural and beautiful. There seemed to be a smile in his eyes, and when he spoke, his voice became calmer: "In contrast, foil is more sporty, saber is the fastest, but epee requires more skill and accuracy."
"I remember, only the tip of the sword is effective, but the cross of the sword is not effective?" She recalled that a long time ago, in her world, every Olympic Games seemed to have such a competition event, which was broadcast live. In, I have heard such a sentence.
"Yes. The epee is a complete stabbing weapon and requires a high degree of accuracy. Therefore, the success or failure is often determined from the moment the opponent starts the stabbing." Only the moment when the hand is raised, the outcome of a game is determined. The curtain has come to an end.
The moment you raise your hand decides the outcome, which is incredible in all sports.
Leng Yiyao was surprised and looked at the man in front of her in astonishment. According to the rules of epee, if the two sides hit each other within a quarter of a second, they will each get one hit. Even the calculation time is measured in a quarter of a second. How high is it required for the accuracy and speed of the action?
"Want to try?" He saw the twinkling look under her eyes, and the dark pupils became lighter, and suddenly, he cast a downward smile.
The five senses seemed to be suddenly quiet, and the elegant breath came to his face.
Her fingertips trembled, and she saw him throw the epee aside without knowing when.
When he returned to God, he had already held the sword in her hand close to his face, and at the same time, her whole person, like a sword in his hand, was completely buckled by him...