Chapter 511: Play as a pig and eat a tiger (Part 2)


If it were in peacetime, when faced with this kind of unprovoked provocation, Heliga might not know how he would react. At least not with the mentality of playing like now. However, the performance of this aristocratic boy and the reactions of the people around him were really interesting, and he couldn't help but want to tease him.
Heliga gave in pretending to be flustered, Patrick was caught off guard, too late to brake, and directly confronted the air with wits-the result was that he fell to the ground in embarrassment and gnawed a dog to eat shit. If it is on the battlefield, such a full-strength attack that loses the center of gravity is easily launched, Heliga can even knock the seeds leisurely at this time, while taking out a short gun to fill the knife, just like he saw in an overhead novel. People named "cowboys" do the same, domineering and unrestrained. But it's a pity that this is only the school's sword battlefield, and the two sides are only "comparing" instead of fighting, so Heliga still resisted such an impulse.
Don't blame him, after all, such a simple opponent who is so easy to be fooled...I haven't encountered it in a long time.
"Pain..." Patrick took a breath. If ordinary people are played like this, it is very likely that there will be some small problems such as fractures, but after all, Patrick is still a specially trained aristocratic swordsman, just a little bit of breath. After a few breaths, the numbness caused by the severe pain gradually disappeared. Heliga noticed that Patrick's eyes at this moment were not filled with dissatisfaction and anger as he thought, but rather looked thoughtful.
"You... are you okay?" Heliga was still acting, and he hurried to Patrick's side and held out his hand.
"...Huh." Sure enough, the outstretched hand was beaten aside by the opponent. Patrick struck a carp, stood up again, and looked at Heliga with a complicated look.
"Although it looks very flustered... but your evasive action was prepared before I made the move." He coldly pointed out the truth, "This shows... you don't know anything about swordsmanship! On the contrary! , Your strength is very strong!"
"What are you talking about." Heligapi smiled, "It's just a coincidence."
"Oh? Really?" Patrick laughed disdainfully, and then suddenly launched a stab. Compared with the last reckless charge, not only was the speed of this thrust faster, even the hand holding the sword did not seem to be affected by the injury just now. However, this attack was a half-height stab that was purely using the power of the wrist to shake. Although fighters of the same level could easily block it, it was impossible for Heliga to dodge it casually with the method just now.
"Hey... this is seen through." While admiring, the aristocratic teenager looked angry, but did not lose the most basic judgment of the opponent, and made a sideways dodge It was the same prediction before Patrick's sword. The same thing was that he didn't even touch a single shot, but the difference is that this time Heliga didn't deliberately pretend to be embarrassed, but walked away like a stroll. Took the blow.
"Sure enough... what did you mean by that just now?" After thoroughly confirming this, Patrick asked sharply, "Why do you pretend to be ignorant?"
"Because I don't know what you want to do." Heliga gave Patrick a cold look, and the cold eyes directly suppressed the latter's arrogance by three points. "I was caught by a domineering guy on the first day of my arrival. Called away, and I was asked to try swordsmanship with someone I don’t know... Do you think this kind of unreasonable thing should be done by the nobles of the Empire?
Heliga looked at the pure white uniform on Patrick’s body, and Patrick Obviously, he was also talking about the pain, and his tone became hesitating.
There is no doubt that although his temper is a bit weird, this guy is not a bully and domineering guy, on the contrary, he seems to be a figure who understands and observes the basic etiquette of nobles. At the same time, although his two-handed three-legged cat skills can't get into Heliga's eyes, it is fair to say that among the general imperial nobles known to Heliga, it is already quite decent swordsmanship.
What happened to this guy with "Class VII" that made him lose his mind when he saw me? Heliga planted a seed of curiosity in his heart, but he didn't plan to ask it out here. In any case, it is an indisputable fact that this guy is making trouble for himself. Although I didn't intend to go into it, it is great to take this opportunity to impress this guy.
"Because I think I look down on you for waterproofing? It doesn't matter, I apologize for the attitude just now." Heliga raised his hand to Patrick, "Now continue--since you have initiated the challenge, no matter what reason--I Just show off some real skills."
"Woo..." Patrick swallowed. Seeing the opponent's posture, he already understood that the young man in front of him was far superior to himself in swordsmanship, and his impulsive behavior might have angered him, and now continue to fight. If you do, you will definitely be beaten ashamed.
However, I belong to the Haynes family after all-if I surrender just for this reason, I will be laughed at by those who know about it.
Thinking of this, Patrick nodded nervously, indicating that Heliga could continue.
Heliga was also unceremonious-the silver-haired figure was already close to Patrick in the next second, and then, like a torrential rain, the continuous stabs made Patrick miserable.
Even the unsharp practice sword, under Heliga's wielding, is like a serpent's message, arbitrarily surrounding Patrick among the harassers.
Three seconds later, the button on the chest of the noble class uniform was picked off.
Ten seconds later, there was a sharp pain in the knee that was hit by the blade.
Thirty seconds later, the heart, lungs and internal organs had begun to ache to protest against the brain, arms and limbs had also become limp, and breathing became rapid.
Forty seconds later-
Accompanied by a loud and clear bang, Heliga pushed hard with his left hand and shot the sabre in Patrick's hand a long way, crossing over half of the dojo and flying directly beyond the white line of the divided battle area.
"Huh...huh..." At this time, Patrick also felt the darkness before his eyes and the softness of his feet, and he couldn't help but want to kneel on the ground. However, at the moment of his death, he still supported the ground with his hands, avoiding the handsome face from coming into direct contact with the ground again.
"..." In this situation, Heliga felt that he should have said something, whether it was a word of earnest education, or a cold ridicule or two-but after thinking about it, he finally did everything. I didn't say, I just put the sword for practice back on the shelf outside the dojo, and then walked away.
When leaving, he noticed that he and the teenager who was practicing when Patrick came in did not leave, but watched the battle from a distance.
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