The Punishment Knight's attack was launched without warning, and his figure and the wind of the sword pressed forward!

Thales instinctively raised his sword to block, and with the sound of steel clashing, he shouldered the enemy's saber.

"clang!"

Sak'el's slashing angle was tricky and extremely sophisticated. Thales was struggling and felt his hand slip.

Fortunately, the silver-edged sword collected from Ricky did a great job. Its excellent feel and balance prevented Thales from losing his weapon at the first blow.

But the other party did not give the prince a chance to breathe. Sak'el immediately let go of his saber and leaned forward.

He formed a knife with his right palm and stabbed it straight into Thales' throat!

Thales raised his legs and retreated, trying to force the opponent back with the edge of his sword.

But he soon realized that he was wrong. The punishment knight's attack was much more than that.

"Boom!"

Thales, who was retreating, felt his front foot shake. He was tripped by the opponent, and the trajectory of the long sword was also distorted!

Damn it!

Unbalanced, Thales tried his best to twist his head in the opponent's palm!

Sak'el's nails barely scraped the prince's neck, causing a frightening sting.

But it's not over yet.

"Whoosh!"

The punishment knight attached his saber to his left hand, and used his backhand to shake off Thales' crooked sword edge, dragging out a string of sparks and hitting the prince's forehead!

Thales, who was falling to the ground, had no time to dodge and watched the blade attack before his eyes!

In the instant of the piercing wind of the sword, the sins of the Hell River surged onto his arm desperately.

The next moment, the prince in mid-air gritted his teeth and raised his elbow, pulling out a non-standard and weird "iron body pose", pressing his left elbow against the opponent's right arm, and using the opponent's strength to push himself away in the opposite direction!

"laugh!"

The blade made a strong wind sound, grazed Thales' scalp, and took away a small piece of skin.

thump!

Thales fell to the ground in pain.

He had no time to think about it, so he folded his arms and turned sideways, facing the opponent's heavy kick on the ground!

"Boom!"

The experience of being beaten during the beggar era and the Fallen Star's revenge in Longxiao City saved his life: Thales put his elbow in front of the vital parts of the chest and abdomen, shook with a bang, and rolled out.

Until he hit the wall.

This was the end of the first round of fighting.

Sak'el frowned and threw away the chipped saber, turning around to look for a new weapon.

Thales stood up tremblingly with the help of his long sword.

The young man was panting heavily, dripping with cold sweat, and his face was pale.

Damn it!

He bared his teeth and grinned, and the bones in his left arm were numb and trembling with pain, indicating the injury the prince had just suffered.

not only that.

Thales touched the blood marks on his neck and the missing scalp on his forehead, feeling a sharp pain.

Throat, forehead, waist and abdomen.

Just now, three times, he almost...

Thales looked at the other person, gritted his teeth with hatred, and was filled with fear.

In just over a second, the opponent slashed, stabbed, tripped, slashed, and kicked.

Saber, palm, leg.

Front, back, up, down.

At that moment, Thales even felt like he was being attacked by several people.

This is not the sudden change of Nicolai, nor is it the irresistible and unstoppable impact of Kingdom's Wrath, nor is it the head-on collision of the Burning Knight, nor is it the shocking moment in Yoder's deathly silence.

hit.

Instead, it was a deadly siege launched simultaneously between lightning and flint, with murderous intent everywhere and no blind spots left.

Thales took a breath, but shivered repeatedly. He only felt pain in his lungs. He didn't know whether it was the internal injury just now or the sequelae of the magic energy.

The prince twisted his face and looked at the punishment knight in disbelief.

In such an attack, let alone using the Fate Fold to counterattack, he couldn't even defend for one round!

If I hadn't developed excellent pressure resistance under the pressure attacks of the Fallen Stars for many years...

If I hadn't experienced the unrivaled power and desperate attacks of the orcs in the desert...

If he hadn't watched countless extremely decisive battles...

"Northland military swordsmanship, right?"

Thales was slightly startled.

Sak'el picked up a fighting ax from the ground, turned back and grinned:

"I remember that there is a set kept in the royal family's treasury. It is the 'Seven Three' version handed down from the empire, with seven sets of offensive styles and three sets of defensive styles."

Instead of the "Nine One" version inherited from the Knights Temple in the Tower of End.

A touch of nostalgia welled up in Sak'el's heart:

"When I was a punishment officer, Tony would occasionally come up with a few tricks to temper the restless rookies. It was very effective."

Thales looked solemnly at the rebel knight, thinking quickly about how to escape and protect himself.

Sak'el observed Thales and found that there was only fear and solemnity in the young man's eyes, but there was no fear or shrinkage.

His eyes glanced over the wounds on Thales' neck and scalp, his eyes showing approval.

Although there was only one face-to-face encounter, the Punishment Knight knew that his attacks had almost no mercy.

Four attacks, three killing moves, all fatal.

However, this child is far behind me in terms of size, strength, experience and skills...

Sak'el looked into Taylor's eyes.

Although it was extremely hasty and embarrassing...

But the kid still found a way to catch the attack and miraculously survived.

And, he stood up again.

This is no longer as simple as luck.

The punishment knight tried the fighting ax in his hand and thought to himself.

Look at his actions and reactions, it's like...

It's like he has long been accustomed to powerful enemies, accustomed to fighting fiercely at a disadvantage.

I am used to looking for a chance of survival in a duel that is bound to lose.

I am used to fighting with a sword under huge pressure.

I am used to struggling against the current and desperately trying to survive.

On the other side, Thales' hands were stained with blood, and he sadly discovered that his intention to enter "out of control" again would always be accompanied by severe pain in his chest.

Magical energy...it seems that there is no hope for it.

Thales thought, he had to find other ways, stood up with difficulty, and regained his posture.

Sak'el raised his eyebrows slightly.

Another example of Northland military swordsmanship.

It seems like he doesn’t know any other sword skills...

etc.

This reminded Sak'el of something, and he couldn't help but frown.

He looked at Thales again.

"Your actions..."

Sak'el narrowed his eyes.

As a prince of the Kingdom of Stars, he does not have any of the traditional fighting style of Stars.

On the contrary, this child's movements are simple and rough, with direct and clear goals. He neither sticks to finely formed moves, nor is he obsessed with fancy and tricky postures, nor does he have any creedal habits or stereotypes.

Every sword move, every step, and every movement he makes is more like the accumulation of experience and instinctive understanding of fighting or being beaten.
To be continued...