Just like countless schools of thought passing by in the long history.

Mallos raised his head.

"What, why are you in a daze?"

Mallos reminded the two of them nonchalantly, as if he was just talking in his sleep:

"Keep fighting."

Thales took a deep breath, thinking about Mallos' words, and looked at his opponent again.

Logistics officer Piloga stood with his sword in hand and smiled bitterly at him.

Thales no longer thought about it.

The next second, he moved left and then right, took a feint step, and struck out with his sword again!

clang!

This time, Piloga also moved his steps, changed his distance, and blocked Thales' attack.

Hit.

Thales's face darkened.

But it's still not solid.

The steaming sin of the Hell River flowed back and forth in his body, roaring wildly in vain.

Like an orc facing a cavalry.

Useless space.

Thales, who was at a disadvantage offensively, withstood his opponent and persisted.

But Mallos' words reached his ears at this time, making him distracted:

"Piloga's ancestors came from a respected traditional knight family in the East China Sea Territory. They were deeply influenced by the martial arts school."

In an instant, the wrestling with Piloga ended: the strength of the opponent's sword changed!

Thales was shocked.

clang!

Piroga's sword clashed with Thales' weapon for the second time!

The two swords were separated as soon as they touched, leaving only the trembling of metal.

"You can see that he has good skills in selecting and moving the sword before drawing it, including how to choose the strength and weakness of the sword when fighting with each other."

Mallos's voice buzzed, like the voiceover from a live TV broadcast in a dream of his past life.

"It makes you very uncomfortable."

Position selection and movement...

Choose a strong or weak sword...

Thales shuddered slightly, but the situation in front of him made him think too much, so he could only take advantage of the situation and make a horizontal slash.

clang!

Their weapons clashed for the third time.

Mallos’ voice follows him like a shadow:

"And when fighting and stalemate, Piloga is best at listening and predicting..."

Fight, stalemate.

Listen to Jin and...prejudgment.

After hearing this, Tails suddenly felt bad!

Sure enough, in just the next second, Piroga's sword appeared exactly where he had no time to care!

"...He is a master of defensive counterattacks."

At that moment, Thales, whose hair stood on end, desperately tried to fight against all the sins of the Hell River in his body!

clang!

He managed to deflect Piroga's sword that was pointed at his neck, landed on his right shoulder, and rolled out in a state of embarrassment.

Outside the court, Mallos smiled slightly:

"like this."

After this round of fighting, the royal guards began to discuss again.

Thales wiped the sweat that had appeared unconsciously on his forehead and felt the numbness in his body caused by overload.

He stood up with difficulty, covered in dust.

But this time, he did not rush towards the apologetic Piloga, but turned to Mallos on the sidelines in confusion.

"If you think that the Yankees' method of attacking hard will be effective against him," Mallos looked at Thales with vigour:

"Then you'd better think twice."

"Your Highness."

Thales gasped and fell into thinking.

"Sir, we all know that you have traveled extensively and seen a lot," Leo Piloga waved his sword and said helplessly, "But that's enough."

"I still rely on this to make a living."

Mallos smiled but said nothing more.

But Thales understood something.

Choose your position, listen to your emotions, and anticipate.

It sounds like...

Thales' heart moved.

A name appeared before my eyes.

Miranda Allender.

What Wyatt said, her power of ending...

Her... Pegasus movement.

Looking at the somewhat embarrassed opponent in front of him, Thales understood.

He was at an absolute disadvantage in the first round, because Piloga was too strong.

But...

Thales clenched his fists.

But he didn't choose the right strategy.

Falling into Piroga's area of ​​expertise.

Defensive counterattack.

"Think of a way, Your Highness," Mallos scratched his chin, looking bored:

"Any way."

"The enemy is right in front of you."

All right.

Thales soothed his numb body and adjusted his condition.

He looked at Piroga again.

Thales' expression became serious.

The prince's attack came the next moment.

clang!

Piroga knocked away Thales' sword slash again, but when he was about to counterattack, he was a little confused.

This time, Duke Xinghu’s strength...

Very small.

Whoosh!

The sword wind blew by, and Thales took a step back to avoid the opponent's counterattack.

The two separated again.

Leo Piloga.

Thales thought calmly.
To be continued...