"Your Majesty the Duke, are you sure you don't need to rest...I mean you might be able to add a new shield..."

Piloga said hesitantly.

In front of him, stood Thales who had just stood up in a panic, covered in dust, face covered with gravel, and with a lot of damage and dirt on his clothes.

"No, but thank you, Logistics Officer Piloga."

Thales took a deep breath, turned his wrist, and felt the balance center of the sword.

"Your attitude is much better than that of Exeter's coaches. Of course, it is also much better than that of some Star People."

Piroga forced a smile.

Around the training ground, the royal guards who had gathered again were a little more impatient than before, but Mallos' silence made them all quiet without any objections.

The pressure is back on the court.

Thales clenched his left fist.

Abandoning the shield made his left arm feel a lot easier, but the numbness and pain from the previous heavy blow were so real and unforgettable.

That round just now...

what happened?

Thales's face darkened.

He remembered that his offense was as fast as thunder, and he was not weak in terms of strength or speed.

However……

Thales stepped forward and moved around Piloga.

The sins of the Hell River roared in his body again, one after another, joining together, eager for a second attack.

But this time...

Suffering setbacks, they gave Thales an increasingly intense illusion...

Like a mad beast, no matter how badly injured it is, it wants to tear out the enemy's throat.

But Thales suppressed them firmly.

Like an animal tamer tightening his chain.

As he moved, Piloga also changed steps and turned around in an orderly manner, always facing the enemy.

Thales was in no hurry to attack.

He is thinking.

Just now, his sword encountered the opponent's sword.

The two swords crossed in the air.

But Piroga failed to guard against him.

If you move forward a little further, Thales will be able to hit his opponent.

Then.

Thales thought carefully.

Then, in that flash of lightning, victory or defeat was decided.

Piroga's sword began to rotate.

It is full of the other party's condensed, tough and thick... power of ending.

And then……

Thales looked tense.

He slowed down and recalled the scene just now in the sin of Hell River that was burning more and more hotly.

Twisted sword.

He and Piloga, in that second, their swords were twisted together.

Twisting each other in the air.

He remembered that in the second when the two sides approached, Piloga's wrist drew a strange arc, which was smooth and long.

Thales' sword went off course.

And Piroga's sword...

Thales gritted his teeth.

After that, the boy whose momentum was too fast to recover could only abandon his sword in embarrassment, block, and then...

His left arm began to hurt slightly where he had just been hit.

Thales no longer remembers.

This time, he didn't pace again.

In the eyes of the royal guards, the prince stepped forward!

As the sin of the prison river surged up his right arm, he stabbed out the sword again!

clang!

Amidst the crisp sound of metal, Piloga calmly blocked Thales' sword!

Then……

Thales' eyes trembled!

He saw—and even felt in his hand—Piroga's sword began to move again.

Also coming together is the opponent's finishing power.

The young man did not hesitate.

Thales paused in his steps, then withdrew the weak strength on his sword at the right time, and quickly retreated!

clang!

Another crisp sound.

With the flexibility after abandoning his shield, he was able to fend off Piroga's counterattack and took two steps back in a slightly embarrassed manner.

Thales gasped violently and looked at Piloga, who was still unharmed, in disbelief.

The sin of Hell River, which he failed to attack, roared unwillingly in his body.

At the end of this round, the royal guards began to discuss again.

"Oh, another futile blow," Doyle said with a depressed and unbearable expression:

"If you ask me, if Marius doesn't like him, it's too much. In front of so many people..."

But Glover interrupted:

"No, that's not it."

Doyle was confused:

"Not what?"

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded from the crowd, making the guards quiet again.

"For six hundred years, unique fighting skills have been spread in the East China Sea and the South Coast, which are inherited from the southern knights and church knights in the imperial era."

The voice is calm and indifferent.

They couldn't be more familiar.

Thales calmed his breathing and turned his head in surprise.

He saw the culprit who put him in such a predicament, Watcher Tormund Mallos, standing leisurely with his arms folded:

"Many families still use the inheritance habit of 'knight-squire' to train new members, with a strong local or even personal color."

"Compared with the martial arts in other parts of the country, this school is more classical and elegant, with its own sword style and sophisticated techniques."

Piloga pursed his lips and turned to the officer as well.

Mallos said casually:

"So in the kingdom, these people, represented by the southeastern knights, are also called - the 'martial arts faction'."

Martial arts school?

Doubts filled Thales' mind.

Mallos paused and sighed slowly.

Of course, for many reasons, the once famous martial arts school...

It has gradually declined and is not as good as before.

Maybe it will eventually disappear and become invisible.
To be continued...