Crack!
Pong!
Snap!
The two canes passed through the afterimages, fighting with rapidity and fierceness.
The crisp sound echoed on the field.
After just a few rounds, Prince was already sweating profusely.
His opponent is very strong, far stronger than him.
Facing Renoan's ferocious offensive, Prince could only defend passively. The skills he had learned and used had no room or opportunity to display in this lightning-fast fight.
Looking at the other party's face which was somewhat similar to Kordel, but more handsome and calm, Prince knew that the other party did not use all his strength at all.
Crack!
Another blow.
Prince's face changed slightly.
Because Renoan was smiling and exploring the cane.
The other person's cane was like a thin brown snake. With a squeaking sound, it rubbed and slid down around his cane, and lightly hit his wrist.
Snap!
Prince My hand hurts and I can't hold the weapon.
The cane fell out of his hand and clattered to the ground.
"Mr. Prince, luck is better than a move."
Renoan took back his cane and extended his other hand with a polite smile.
"This is a wonderful duel. It's an honor to play against you."
Prince rubbed his wrist, but the pain soon disappeared.
He raised his head and glanced at Renoan, who was quite gentlemanly, and knew that the other party was showing mercy. And it was very possible that, in order to take care of his face, he deliberately let go and fought with him for several rounds.
Although he was a little depressed after losing the game, Prince couldn't bring up his dislike for Renoan. There was only frustration and a hint of admiration.
"If you lose, you lose."
Prince stretched out his hand and shook it.
"You are strong, Renoan."
He said, hesitated for a moment, and then reminded:
"But your opponent in the next match is also not easy. I wish you good luck."
"Thank you for reminding me." Renoan smiled. "I will pay attention to it."
Wait for the two of them to take a break.
The entire audience is looking forward to the next final.
On one side is Renoan·Lotito, a star figure of the younger generation in the capital's upper class circles, and on the other side is a strange young man who is ridiculously powerful.
In fact, during the short intermission of these rounds, many gentlemen and ladies have already found out the identity of Gilan. When they learned that he was the illegitimate son of the Fahan Family, these people's faces showed surprise and interest.
An illegitimate son is actually more dazzling than Prince, the eldest son.
When Prince went up to the second floor and came to the box, he saw everyone gathered around the glass wall, intensely discussing the outcome of the final, wondering who would win in the end.
Especially when he saw Miss Dadeier saying with a smile on her face that she thought Mr. Gilan was more likely to win the championship, his mood suddenly fell to the bottom.
"Prince, you are here."
Kordel turned his head and glanced at him. Surprisingly, he did not make a mockery, but said dullly:
"You have performed very well for being able to fight against Renoan for so long. There is no shame in losing to him."
Hearing this, Prince felt complicated.
He would rather his nemesis could laugh at him than hear such comfort.
"Your brother didn't fight me seriously at all."
Prince walked over and said in a deep voice.
"His level of stick skills is very high, even higher than my stick skills teacher."
"Who do you think can win between the two of them?"
"I don't know."
Kordel folded his elbows and shook his head in disinterest.
"But since I was a child, I have never seen my brother lose to his peers."
"Then let's take a look."
Prince looked under the glass wall and took a deep breath.
In the box, ten men and women were discussing endlessly.
Except for Prince who did not express his position, the remaining three brothers and sisters of the Fahan Family all agreed that Gilan would win, and Miss Dadeier also agreed.
After all, after four rounds, Gilan ended the game with just one move. This is really hard to imagine how strong he is.
Kordel, Zigui and others firmly believe that Renoan will win.
Because this dazzling genius is so famous in the circle.
Fifteen minutes flew by.
The bell was rung.
Ding bell!
The eyes of all the spectators on the first and second floors were focused on the court.
Two young men each came to the stage holding a cane.
It was as if an invisible spotlight was shining on them.
Both of these two people have outstanding looks and tall figures, and can be regarded as young talents. Many young ladies and even ladies who are watching the game have different expressions.
As a descendant of the Hiru nation, Bremen Empire has inherited the tradition of martial arts. Otherwise, fighting, stick skills, archery and equestrian skills would not be regarded as national sports.
Especially the aristocratic circle.
The higher the level of people, the more they value these skills.
Therefore, under such a background, the two young men, who are elegant, handsome, and have excellent stick skills, are naturally very attractive to the women present.
Many ladies and ladies have already made small plans in their minds, preparing to have contact with the illegitimate son of the Fahan Family after the competition.
"Mr. Renoan! Come on!"
"I think you're good!"
Some female voices came from the auditorium, causing a burst of laughter.
Of course, some young ladies were not willing to be outdone and shouted to the court:
"Mr. Gilan! Come on too!"
"We must win the championship!"
On the field.
Gilan was indifferent to the noise coming from all around.
The black-haired young man first bowed politely to the audience, then looked at his opponent, smiled slightly and said:
"Please show mercy, Mr. Gilan·Iros."
"Yes."
Gilan said lightly.
Renoan was startled.
Immediately, he felt that this blond young man was very interesting.
As Judge whistles.
Beep!!
Renoan's expression suddenly became serious.
Although he is confident, he will not underestimate his enemies.
The opponent made it through four rounds with only one move, which is enough to explain a lot of problems. Although Renoan thinks he can do it, there is no way he can be as light as the opponent.
This shows that the opponent in front of us is by no means simple.
Renoan steps forward.
The next moment, his figure suddenly changed direction and moved sideways, which was extremely confusing. This was a step he had practiced for many years, and when used in conjunction with the staff technique, it was always beneficial.
At the same time, the steel-core lattice-carved wooden cane in his hand poked out.
Like a stabbing spear, it burst out from under the arm.
The cane trembled and changed at an extremely weird angle, piercing the blond young man's abdomen.
As soon as he came up, Renoan went all out.
This attack was a secret stick technique he developed alone, named "Sleeve Signal". He used his steps, waist, back and wrists to work at the same time, like a viper spitting a message, to attack the opponent's vitals unexpectedly, achieving a fatal blow.
However, he didn't kill him, but followed the rules and attacked the abdomen.
The force is just right, and it can make the opponent lose combat effectiveness without being seriously injured.
But the next second.
Renoan's serious expression suddenly changed, and his pupils shrank sharply.
This is impossible!
He shouted in disbelief in his heart.
I saw the blond young man's eyes glancing and his hands moving.
The bronze cane came first and swung straight like a blue-grey python, leaving two afterimages in the air and hitting his own cane!
Pong!!
With a click, the cane with a steel core and wood was broken!
Huh--
The upper half of the cane rotated across his cheek and flew towards the back of his head!
The momentum of the bronze cane continued unabated and hit the elbow of his right arm again!
Poof!!
After the muffled sound, Renoan only felt numbness on the right half of his body.
Then he looked at his hand with a blank expression, unable to hold it, and dropped the half-remaining cane.
Clang.
And he, like his opponents in the previous rounds, couldn't maintain his balance, staggered two steps, and fell down.
His right arm and right leg lost feeling at the same time.
Renoan After a brief period of confusion, his eyes were filled with horror.
He lost.
Defeated in one move!