"What the hell are you?"
Fulvio let out a strange cry, staring wide-eyed at Merlin who was approaching again.
He held the rapier flat, took half a step forward with his left foot, and immediately after, a series of swift thrusts enveloped Merlin's whole body.
At this moment, Merlin's pupils constricted, but incredibly, he could completely see his thrusts clearly at this moment.
And his body could also react completely. The boost from [Lightning Reflexes] was comprehensive, covering every aspect of his physical body.
At this moment, Merlin's figure didn't dodge. Holding the blade with both hands, with quick reaction and precise coordination of himself, Merlin swung the blade continuously.
Clang! Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang...
Changing footwork within a square inch, swinging the katana in his hand for horizontal slashes, upward slashes, downward chops, blocks, and thrusts. Series of crisp and sonorous sounds of metal clashing blossomed abruptly between the two.
Fulvio looked incredulous. His fast sword was actually blocked so easily? Was he really just a beginner in swordsmanship?
But soon, he noticed the unsmooth connection in Merlin's body movements.
A gleam flashed in his eyes instantly, then he suddenly stepped forward and slashed out a circular arc with his sword.
And this moment was exactly the recovery gap after Merlin took a step and slashed down.
At this moment, the blade in his hand couldn't be retracted for defense in time, watching the slash coming.
However, Merlin's eyes were calm. Immediately, his figure bent his legs and leaned back sharply, then jumped back with a whoosh to open up distance.
Fulvio accurately seized this opportunity, the offensive and defensive momentum shifted, and he rushed forward in the blink of an eye.
Thrusting a sword towards Merlin.
Just landing at this moment, this sword attack had already arrived. However, the look in Merlin's eyes remained unchanged because Fulvio's physique couldn't crush him.
Although his sword swing speed was extremely fast, his body reaction speed couldn't compare to his own.
So.
Just as he rushed over, Merlin had already raised the katana in his hand. At this time, Clang! A sound rang out. The blade blocked horizontally in front of him appeared accurately right in front of the rapier tip.
And at this moment, feeling the considerable force transmitted from the sword tip, Merlin stepped back and leaped out again.
Realization appeared in Fulvio's eyes. This guy's reaction speed was indeed amazingly fast.
Immediately restraining the thought of just giving pointers to a junior, he now treated Merlin as an equal opponent.
His gaze unknowingly became focused. He looked at Merlin and said softly:
"Merlin, you are very strong. Then do you want to have a formal spar now?"
Hearing this, Merlin, who had already steadied his footing, had a bright light flash in his eyes:
"I couldn't ask for more."
The next moment.
Both of them kicked the ground simultaneously, rushing towards each other.
In the blink of an eye, the two weapons clashed together.
Ear-piercing clanging sounds rang out again.
Both took the opportunity to retreat a step to accumulate power.
Immediately after, Fulvio's gaze focused, his sword speed surged again, the offensive continuous like tides and sea waves.
Merlin only felt like a small boat in a storm at this moment.
With the slightest carelessness,
The ship would be destroyed and people killed.
Raindrop-like thrusts attacked constantly.
Points of cold light were reflected in his pupils.
At this moment.
Merlin's pupils contracted into dots, tightly gripping the handle in his hand. In this instant, his spirit was highly concentrated, distinguishing the real rapier among the shadows of thrusts.
At this moment, no longer considering whether he would be injured, Merlin suddenly took a step forward.
Rip! With a sound, the training uniform at the shoulder blade was pierced in a blink of an eye. However, at this time, Merlin's katana, hanging on the right side of his body and full of power, boldly slashed out a cold light upward.
Clang! A vibration sound rang out.
The raindrop-like thrusts dissipated instantly.
Fulvio's eyes widened. His sword was actually caught, and his fine rain combo was broken just like that.
A barbaric slash erupted, knocking his rapier away along with his right arm. At this moment, his defense was wide open. Fulvio watched Merlin's katana, raised to the peak, suddenly change its move.
Taking half a step forward with his left foot, holding the blade with both hands, staring at his chest, in an instant, a cold light slashed down boldly.
At this moment, Fulvio's pupils constricted sharply, his leg muscles tensed suddenly, and he jumped backward.
At this moment, Merlin's eyes moved slightly, noticing his body movement. However, after thinking for a moment, he didn't change his move again.
After all, it was just a spar, not a life-and-death fight.
So,
The slash missed.
Fulvio's figure appeared three meters away, shock still lingering in his eyes. That move just now was really thrilling!
However, at this time, he looked at his chest collar. A palm-length opening had been torn by the blade wind from that strike just now.
Solemnity appeared in his eyes. At this moment, he dared not have the slightest carelessness anymore.
The next moment.
The battle started again.
The two went back and forth in the field.
Constantly displacing and slashing at each other.
Sonorous and powerful collisions appeared one after another.
Although Merlin's blade technique was still very immature, relying on Lightning Reflexes and the instantaneous burst of his body, he could match the fully focused Fulvio evenly.
Fulvio became more and more shocked as he fought, because Merlin's swinging speed was still increasing. No, not increasing, but the movements were constantly being refined, adapting to his high-frequency attacks, and seemingly becoming more and more effortless.
This monster!
But because of this, a refusal to admit defeat surged in Fulvio's eyes, but at the same time, a joy appeared from the bottom of his heart.
In his three-year career as a bounty hunter outside, he had experienced many battles, big and small, but a fellow swordsmanship enthusiast evenly matched in strength had never appeared.
And with his sister growing up in the past year, he felt some joy, but his sister was still too tender and completely unable to withstand a beating.
Half an hour later.
Many tears appeared on their clothes, and there were even some bruises.
Even though the weapons were not sharpened, they still had the performance to hurt people.
Panting heavily.
The two looked at each other.
Fulvio had a brilliant smile on his face:
"Merlin, how about a draw this time?"
Fulvio had completely enjoyed the fight.
Since going out to sea, he hadn't experienced this sense of crisis for a long time!
Merlin nodded at this time, a smile also appearing at the corner of his mouth, "Mmh, I'll listen to Senior Brother Ful."
Dissatisfaction flashed in Ful's eyes at this time, and he said helplessly: "Just call me Ful.
"In the field of swordsmanship, the achiever is the first. We can just interact as peers. In this dojo, you only need to respect my old man.
"Others, including me, just call by name. Senior Brother, Senior Sister and whatnot, when you call it, I feel too uncomfortable listening to it."
Fulvio was clear in his heart. Now, he could only gain the upper hand by relying on more proficient swordsmanship and stronger physical fitness. If Merlin continued to advance bravely with this momentum for a few more years.
Surpassing him would be just a matter of time. So, it was better for the two to call each other by name directly, which could also save him from embarrassment later.
Just like his sister said, this sea respected strength.
Seeing the seriousness in his eyes, Merlin raised his eyebrows slightly, then thought for a moment and agreed:
"Alright then, Ful."
Fulvio nodded with a smile: "We siblings will be resting in the dojo for this period of time. Let's practice together during this time!
"Although basics are important, combat experience with people is equally important. I believe we will all have good gains."
Merlin nodded with a smile. After all, a suitable whetstone was squeezing over by itself; how could he refuse?
He was too happy to refuse!
Working behind closed doors was not desirable.
At this time, Yol and the other two walked over. Seeing the tears on their clothes and the bruises on their bodies, they were all somewhat helpless.
However, soon, Teresa looked at the two and clicked her tongue in wonder, laughing:
"Hey! Merlin, you are really amazing! Actually forcing my brother to this extent.
"He has always been very smug! And always looked down on me. Now you slapped his face! Haha, feels so good!"
Merlin looked at Ful strangely, while the latter said with a calm face:
"It's true anyway. Teresa can't beat me to begin with. Although her swordsmanship is proficient, the person is slightly tender.
"On the sea, although she doesn't fear pirates with bounties of tens of millions, in one-on-one, even if she can win in the end, she will suffer a lot of losses.
"After all, she always disdains to use some underhanded means.
"And the opponents, using things like grabbing breasts, spitting, and using filthy language to insult, can always make her mentality unstable, thus revealing flaws.
"Told her, but she never listens."
Teresa immediately glared at Ful, grinding her teeth, very dissatisfied:
"Can you blame me? Those bastards use underhanded means; I can't use them too, right?
"If I used them, what difference would there be between me and them?
"I'm not underhanded."
After retorting, she looked at Merlin with some expectation in her eyes, "Merlin, what do you say?"
Regarding this, Merlin glanced at Ful, and the latter gave a "go ahead and say it" look. So, Merlin looked at her and grinned:
"Dead people are not qualified to discuss underhandedness."
Teresa's face darkened, instantly speechless. However, she looked at Yol again, with some hope in her eyes: "Yol?"
A smile hung on the corner of Yol's mouth:
"If it were me, I would crush him with absolute violence, but I would pray for his salvation after he dies."
Answering irrelevantly.
Teresa said gloomily: "What if you can't crush him, and the opponent uses underhanded means?"
Yol said calmly: "Ignore it, then just beat him to death. When a person dies, all sins on his body will also disappear.
"As for his soul going to hell, that's not under my control."
The corner of Fulvio's mouth twitched at this time. He leaned close to Merlin and whispered: "Is Yol always this fierce?"
Merlin glanced at him, "Yol is very kind. If you don't provoke her, she won't do bad things to you."
Fulvio sighed. He understood now. The killing intent of these two was somewhat heavy. Truly worthy of people who escaped from there.
However, at this time, there was some doubt in his eyes. He hesitated for a moment, so he asked:
"By the way, Merlin, are you three the only survivors who escaped from Flevance?"
As soon as the words came out, the atmosphere in the field instantly became quiet.
Yol's gaze focused calmly, then she shielded Lami behind her.
Sensing the change in atmosphere.
Fulvio looked embarrassed.
He was just about to explain...