Chapter 158: Final victory

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The winter sun gradually rose to the middle of the sky. After the snow melted,

the black soil on the ground was still a little wet, and the final finals were

being held in the center of the arena.

Tokolin brandished a long sword with both hands, and the icy blue sword light

folds a few afterimages in the air and slashed towards the opponent. Roque,

who was unable to dodge, could only use his double swords to fight and hold

it.

The heavy force was transmitted from the sword body to the wrist, and a slight

spark and harsh friction sound were drawn at the intersection of the sword and

the front. Tokolin did not accept the sword, but continued to press forward.

Strength is his strength.

The slanted blade was only 2 inches away from Rock's forehead. Holding two

swords was not as powerful as one. As Tokolin advanced, Rock could only

retreat step by step.

That can't be the case, Roque turned his footsteps, took the sword in his hand

to the right, and took advantage of this to retract a sword, and slashed

towards the opponent's wrist.

Seeing this, Tokolin still did not retract the sword to dodge, but drew the

sword diagonally upwards from the bottom right, in exchange for injury.

Roque rolled to the left flexibly, the sword in his hand could only draw a

shallow wound on the opponent's wrist, and blood began to flow down the wound,

dyeing the cloth entangled on the hilt of the sword red. Seeing Rock roll to

the side, Tokolin was not in love with the fight, but pulled away and waited

again. Rock is agile, and fighting him close is not a wise choice.

He waved the long sword in his hand again, and held it high in the air. The

ice-blue brilliance of the sword body circulated. A cold wind followed the

long sword towards Rok, making Rok feel like his blood was frozen and his body

stiffened. Before he could use his magic power to touch this negative effect,

Toklin rushed over again.

clang--

A sword flew directly into the sky with the unvoiced sound of the impact. Rock

reached out and pulled out the dagger from his boots and rushed directly into

Tokolin’s arms. The dagger was shining with a cold light of magical power.

Although it did not open the front, it still The lethality is not small.

Tokolin stomped heavily on the ground, sharp ice thorns protruding from the

ground, penetrating Rock's shoes, the ice thorns shattered, but many of them

also pierced into the feet, a biting cold and pain passed down from childhood

Coming, let his speed stop, Toklin opened the distance again, and the sword

light swept across.

Fuck, doesn't this guy have any weaknesses. Roque turned around, picked up the

rapier that fell on the ground, swung the two swords crosswise, and rushed up

again.

Because of his foot injury, Roque lost his previous agility and could not

fight for a long time. He could only fight quickly. The bright red magic power

began to spread across the sword, blood vessels bloomed, and white steam rose

in the winter.

The crimson sword shadow quickly fought against the ice-blue opponent in the

air, sparks overflowed, and ice fragments shattered from time to time, and

then melted again. Along with the violent collision, the thin rapier began to

appear cracks, and finally broke into fragments with a bang. Rock clenched the

remaining sword and continued to fold, swinging.

Tokolin raised the sword body, the icy blue brilliance flowed, the cold wind

rolled back, generating bursts of suction, so that Roque's figure was slowed

down, and then he slammed down.

This was actually the same trick. Roque was surprised. He didn't have time to

think about it. It was the same as Isaiah's last match. After quickly

approaching, the thin sword shattered among the sparks, and then a dagger lay

across Tokorin's collar. Above, a slight blood stain appeared on the

opponent's neck, and traces of blood began to stay along the neck.

"Rock wins, the final is over!"

The referee hurriedly called to a halt when he saw it, and then sent someone

to rescue Toklin. After all, he was once the son of the Viscount and a genius,

so he couldn't die here at will.

After being silent for a while, Toklin slowly put down his sword, and stared

at Roque with scorching eyes, as if he wanted to remember this opponent.

Sorry, I have taken advantage of it, but I will not admit defeat and give up

my qualifications. Roque thought to himself in his heart, and then looked at

each other without evasiveness.

The college competition in Ike City was finally staged very wonderfully in the

final finals. After the competition was over, Rock noticed the enthusiastic

cheers of the audience. Some audiences were so addicted to it, it was a

worthwhile trip.

"Rock!"

"Rock!"

"Rock!"

"Rock!"

A group of students gathered around. They lifted the star of tomorrow and

threw it high, surrounded by cheers and celebrations. Although Rock usually

doesn't care about the opinions of people around him, the taste of victory is

still so delicious. , Let his heart unfold, like a dark cloud that has been

suppressed for a long time, being pushed aside, seeing the beautiful sun and

the future.

Emenas, the name of glory and heroism, the yearning of countless people, will

open the door to him today.

In stark contrast to the enthusiastic cheers next to him was another silent

teenager. Tokolin covered the wound on his wrist, walked slowly into the dark

passage, and quietly left the lively venue that had nothing to do with him.

A dilapidated carriage was parked outside. The decoration on it had faded, and

many of them were still mottled off. Toklin boarded the carriage and said

nothing.

"Does the young master's wrist matter?" the old coachman asked with concern.

"Well, it's okay, let's go, Uncle Fitch."

"Okay." The old coachman didn't ask when he saw it. He knew his young master's

temperament. Since the master's death, he has become more and more indifferent

and stubborn.

I failed this time, but I'm still young, and I will definitely come again next

year. Wait, Rock, I will beat you again, just like I have been countless

times. This time it was just your luck. Tokolin looked at the arena outside

the car window ~www.mtlnovel.com~ until it slowly disappeared from view.

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The mountain behind Burris's home, in the training woods.

"So, this is the reason you are looking for me to practice with me this

month?"

There was a bandage on Rock's feet. Although he couldn't see it in his shoes,

he still had pain from time to time.

"Yes, I used to learn from the master of the Windsword Faction with Tokolin.

He learned this trick very quickly and liked it very much. There is no reason

not to use it in battle. I just let you familiarize yourself with this trick

in advance. That's it."

Isaiah answered naturally.

"But it's not fair." Rock replied.

"Fairness, what is fairness? There has never been a perfect fairness, Rock."

Isaiah replied in a rare serious tone.

"Your father is the captain of the guards. You can get in touch with swords

since you were young. You don't have to worry about food and clothing, and you

have sufficient nutrition. You have a teacher to take you when you start, and

you have plenty of practice time."

"But those children from poor families don't have such conditions. Many of

them have never touched real swords in their entire lives. Not only do they

have no teacher to teach them, but they also have to help the family to work,

and they don't have time to practice."

"It's not fair for you to win them. Why do you qualify? What kind of results

do you have to pursue to be truly fair."

"I admit that the talent is not as good as you, but I have a good sister and a

better birth. I don't reject these, but will make good use of the existing

conditions."

"I don't think that simple hard work has made me. There are more complicated

reasons for this, but should I be ashamed, no."

"I will live well, and I will work hard to make the people around me live

better. I want to be a hero and shine on everyone around me."

"Rather than struggling with your narrow fairness."