Oberyn's movements are smooth and as fast as lightning. There is no gap in the connection point between the front and back moves, and there is no hesitation at all.
It seems that this is how he arranged it.
During the transition between offense and defense, he fully demonstrated his proficiency and exquisiteness in spearmanship.
Titus's toes touched the ground again, and his body also began to accelerate. He jumped sideways to avoid the sweeping gun bar, bounced on the ground, and "Heartsbane" went from top to bottom, slashing down to fight back.
Whether it's "Splitting Huashan with Strength" or "New Year's Sword Technique", this sword falls extremely fast, the sword is heavy and fierce, and it brings a sharp sound of wind and attacks the opponent's head.
Oberyn's action frequency ranks among the top two people Titus has ever seen. He has quick reactions and a very fast response speed. Upon seeing this, he immediately slides his gun back to defend, holding the gun barrel horizontally in front of him, trying to block the blow.
He even thought of his next move.
The sword rose rapidly, and the black light flashed violently.
The "chila" sound was not the crisp sound of metal colliding, but the sound of a wooden pole breaking.
Oberyn felt his hand light up, and the war gun made by a famous craftsman in his palm was split into two pieces by the black giant sword.
The tip of the gun flew out and was nailed to the ground not far away, while the tail end trembled.
Oberyn holds the broken gun in his hand and thinks rapidly in his mind.
The previous scenes of lightning and flint flashed through his mind, and he immediately realized that his opponent not only used very clever force, but also deliberately focused his attack on the same place.
Only then can the spear body be cut off between the two swords.
This discovery made his heart beat faster.
In such a high-frequency battle, he can still perform such delicate "operations", which is enough to prove the terror of the black Earl on the opposite side.
Red Viper was stunned in place.
Black Earl took advantage of the situation to retract the sword, hold it with one hand, and point the tip of the sword diagonally towards the ground, with a calm and unrestrained posture.
He nodded slightly, indicating to his opponent that they could change their guns and fight again.
I was careless just now and didn't dodge.
Oberyn was doing some mental building up for himself, throwing away the broken gun in his hand, his face became completely solemn, but he had no intention of being discouraged, on the contrary, his fighting spirit was high and his fighting spirit was even stronger.
With a frivolous whistle, the guard behind him immediately understood and threw another spare war gun over the air.
Oberyn didn't look back, with his right palm facing back, he stretched out his hand to catch it steadily. His wrist flicked again, and the gun body slipped down, and the sharp tip pointed directly at Titus again.
They just exchanged a wave of temptations, and the real battle is just about to begin.
This time.
Oberyn's expression became more focused, and there was no longer any deliberate impatience. He didn't dare to play frivolous games anymore when the masters competed.
In the second round of the contest, he was no longer eager to launch an attack. Instead, he kept pace, accelerated his movement speed, and kept wandering around Titus, patiently looking for his opponent's loopholes.
His steps are light and his body is as nimble as a cat. No matter where he is, the tip of his spear is always pointed at Titus's vitals. However, he delays in launching an attack, obviously because he wants to consume Titus's patience.
Titus, on the other hand, stood firmly on the spot, swinging the giant sword in his hand at will, and the sword flowers were scattered in an orderly manner. No matter how Oberyn moved around, he could not find any mistakes.
After a while, Oberyn finally seized a fleeting opportunity, and his footsteps suddenly accelerated, faster than before, and the war gun pierced Titus's ribs like a poisonous snake emerging from its hole.
The angle of this attack is tricky and the attack is extremely fast, making it a sure kill.
But Titus still seemed to have expected it. At the same moment when the spear was thrust out, his body turned sharply, and the black giant sword was brought out. In the blink of an eye, he turned from defense to offense. The sudden fierce attack forced Oberyn, who was attracted by him, to parry and dodge in a hurry.
After a certain sword strike, the dark sharp blade hit the damaged position of the gun barrel again.
With a "click", the second spear broke again.
"Come on, man, you almost caught me."
Before this fight, I thought "Red Tongue" must be a chatty black man who likes to chatter endlessly in battle. Earl smiled maliciously, and in addition to physical warfare and psychological warfare, he opened up a new battlefield of verbal confrontation.
Oberyn's expression finally changed. He had clearly controlled the contact position between the gun body and the sword blade consciously, but he still could not escape the final blow.
His second gun also received two sword strikes from the same part before breaking.
The opponent's sword speed was actually faster than his, and he was obviously getting familiar with his own offensive and defensive routines and dodge habits. Oberyn had never encountered such an opponent before.
Is he making steady progress in the battle?
How is this possible?
Since childhood, he has received many praises from people around him. Oberyn, who also considers himself a martial arts genius, does not want to believe that there are really people who can do things that he cannot do.
Red Viper, who was getting a little anxious, took the third spare spear thrown by the guard in disbelief and tried to launch a more violent attack.
He believes that as long as you are human, you will always show your weaknesses.
However, this does not seem to be the case.
No matter how he adjusted his tactics, whether it was a surprise attack, a fight, or an attack in the east or west, the result was the same -
His battle spear will always be accurately chopped by that hateful black giant sword.
Oberyn is speechless.
Titus really admires his "unyielding" attitude.
There is nothing that 10N1 cannot solve. If so, then play two games! Still not good? Then play three or four games - anyway, as long as your opponent wants to go home, you will always win.
While he was "bullying" and "torturing" this poisonous snake, the poisonous tongue in his mouth also showed his skills in the field of trash talk.
"If you are afraid of failure, you will fail.
,"Oh, why did it break again? That is a good gun."
"When my grandmother holds that gun and teams up with Barristan, who is over eighty years old, they can win the tournament."
"Click!", "Click!", "Click!"
The sound of breaking was heard one after another, and one "good spear" after another was chopped off by the sword.
Oberyn keeps changing guns.
Break and replace again.
The expressions of everyone watching the two fighting on the sidelines changed significantly.
Most of the lords of Dornish Marches are familiar with Black Earl's "terrible" inhuman force. Although they were amazed by Oberyn's extraordinary martial arts, they were not surprised by the result. Instead, their eyes were full of admiration and they watched it with relish.
Most of the people watching the battle here have experienced orthodox knight training.
To be honest, everyone, in terms of skill usage and appreciation, Oberyn·Martel is much better than the earlier Gregor·Clegane.
Even if the gun is broken continuously, no one can deny the power of "Red Viper".
Especially the movements of this Red Mamba, from beginning to end, have an alternative sense of beauty.
It's a pity----
The prince's shooting of the gun is as beautiful as a painting - but it is only "like" a painting.
Titus·MJ·Peake, is the original "painting".
Black Earl's sword is faster than his opponent, more accurate, the sword posture is more elegant, and the back is even more----
Okay, kids, this isn't funny. If you go too far, you'll get an elbow!
Outside the arena.
Doran Martell, who had been silent all this time, looked more and more solemn, with a look of shock that could no longer be hidden in his eyes.
He is not one of those Dornish Marches nobles, and he has never seen the black Earl who has become famous in just two or three years do it himself.
Doran has traveled across two continents, and never thought that his younger brother, who was superb in martial arts and was born to eat this bowl of rice, would be so defeated in his most proud field, that one day he would be suppressed to the point where he could not make a sound.
He himself is not good at using force, but he does have good vision.
Xing Shuocheng Earl seems to be able to exert great control over Oberyn in swordsmanship.
This is very scary, indicating that his younger brother tried his best but failed to find out the former's true identity.
Oberyn's mood on the court was more complicated than that of his elder brother.
The first gun was purely careless.
When he had just replaced the second and third spears, Oberyn's mind was still full of stubbornness that refused to admit defeat. Every attack was very methodical, and he was still trying to constantly adjust his fighting methods and test Titus's weaknesses.
Strength, agility, stamina, reflexes, moves, experience, agility, mentality - there is always a weakness, right?
It is impossible for perfect people to exist.
But by the time the fourth or fifth spear broke, his originally calm expression could no longer maintain its composure.
His breathing gradually became rapid, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, the stubbornness in his eyes was gradually replaced by solidified heaviness, and his movements began to become slightly deformed and slow.
It wasn't that he was tired, but that he had been hit.
Psychologically, I can't seem to be stubborn anymore----
When the sixth spear broke in exactly the same way, half of Oberyn's energy was knocked out.
His eyes were unfocused and his face looked dejected. He no longer had the high spirits he had at the beginning. Even others could clearly detect his lost look.
A huge shadow named "Titus" was left in his heart.
If this is the world of martial arts, if Oberyn doesn't cultivate the Yanyang Dafa, bravely and diligently defeat Titus with his own hands, and avenge his shame - I'm afraid he will never be able to step into the realm of a martial arts grandmaster again in his lifetime.
"Click!
The seventh spear was again fiercely split open by Heartsbane held by Titus.
Black Earl even had the leisure to put on a "Zanxin" stance, slowly put away his sword and stood up.
Oberyn's left and right hands each held a fragment of a gun. He stood there blankly and did not move for a long time.
At this moment, Doran Martell finally spoke, interrupting the increasingly disparate contest. "That's enough! Oberyn, that's enough. This discussion ends here."
As soon as the words fell, the tense atmosphere in the open space dissipated instantly, and Oberyn, who was standing still in the field, seemed to be secretly relieved.
His "questions" were not resolved, but instead fell deeply into the other party's shadow.
Oberyn slowly released his palms and dropped the broken gun in his hand. His face was full of decadence and unwillingness, but he also understood that he had completely lost this competition.
The opponent not only relied on magical weapons, but also used faster and stronger techniques, and thoroughly educated himself in the field of "skills" that he was most proud of.
Compared to his brother Doran, Oberyn, who is a powerful warrior in his own right, understands the value of Titus's operations better.
Such powerful control is not only controlling his own body and his own sword, but also has a subtle impact on his opponent and his opponent's weapons.
Not only that, he even "controlled" the distance and rhythm.
Oberyn could clearly sense that when the two sides entered the second half of the fight, Titus, who was already familiar with his own marksmanship and fast attack mode, deliberately let his gun "automatically" move toward the sword of "Heartsbane" many times.
This level of control is almost like a spell----
Looking back on the experience just now, Oberyn felt that it was like a public execution. Red Viper would have turned into a braised calf snake, which was not a dish at all.
Try your best, but you can't win.
It would be more appropriate and more honorable to admit defeat voluntarily.
Doran thought of this, and said to Starpike Earl, "Seven battles, seven spears were broken--this is what Seven means!"
Well, I can't refute what you said. It's just that the "murderer" who broke the gun is called "Heartsbane", not "God".
Titus's expression remained indifferent, and he walked towards Doran who was very eloquent with his sword in hand.
Perhaps because his performance just now was so impressive, a big man behind Doran stood in front of his master in a panic, assuming a defensive posture.
"Areo, don't be rude, stand down!"
Hearing this name, Titus glanced at the man. He was a sturdy man with a beard and broad shoulders.
"Red Viper" of Lucky E of the Lancer from ancient times: