Sigis... Stunned (1)

"Sigismund brothers, choose your weapons."

Impetus didn't object to Sevatar's arrangement; after all, it was just about finding someone to practice with.

He really wanted to give this renowned Space Marine a try.

It's worth noting that even now, Curze's 5,000 Praetorian Guard has not fully unleashed its combat power, let alone the Thirteen-Person Group.

Now a renowned and powerful Space Marine stood before him.

How could Impetus not be tempted?

"You choose first, bro."

In fact, Sigismund had a general idea of the Evernight Legion's strength, but he was unsure about the Thirteen-Person Group.

When facing an unknown opponent, Sigismund's first task is to get the opponent to make the first move. Once the opponent makes the first move, they will reveal their weaknesses.

This is precisely why Sigismund let Impetus take the weapons first.

Different weapons can be used to deduce different usage habits, and from this, corresponding countermeasures can be deduced.

Upon hearing Sigismund's words, Impetus remained motionless.

"Sigismund brothers, I know you're trying to find a way through me, but I must tell you, I'm a master of all trades."

Um?

Proficient in all eighteen martial arts?

For Space Marine, knowing how to use any weapon is basic, but to be proficient in all of them is difficult, and very difficult.

"How about this, Sigismund?"

"What?"

Let's do it one thing at a time.

"One by one? Specifically?"

"Simply put, we'll tackle everything from Bare-Handed Combat to various weapons, one by one."

Impetus could clearly sense the astonishment and doubt in Sigismund's heart.

But as the undisputed Assault Master of the Thirteen-Person Group, he has his own pride.

Therefore, he didn't intend to give Defensio any face. Even if it was a friend he brought, doubting his abilities was absolutely unacceptable.

"Of course I have no problem with that."

"Let's begin."

After Impetus finished speaking, Sigismund assumed a defensive stance and remained motionless.

His super brain is currently calculating all possible attack routes for Impetus.

But soon, Sigismund was dumbfounded; his mind couldn't process it.

Impetus took two steps forward, showing no intention of attacking; no matter how you analyzed it, he was simply walking.

Immediately afterwards, Impetus extended a hand.

Chance!

Although Sigismund sensed no aggression or danger from his opponent, he knew that if the opponent raised his hand, the next move would definitely be an attack.

But then he realized Impetus' true strength as Assault Master.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to block, Impetus deflected all his defenses with a single hand.

A karate chop landed squarely on his neck.

"Again!"

And so, a full half hour passed, Sigismund had failed to defend against Impetus's chop to the neck the entire time.

No matter how he defends, Impetus will eventually put his hand on his neck.

"Sigismund, do you want to continue?"

"Certainly."

Impetus's close-combat skills did indeed frighten Sigismund, but he felt he wouldn't lose if weapons were used.

"Maybe we should just forget about it."

"What's the meaning?"

"If you can't defend against my hands, you naturally can't defend against my weapons."

Sigismund was taken aback by these words once again.

"You're a bit too confident, brother."

"Hahaha, no, no, no, Sigismund, you've misunderstood."

"Generally speaking, confidence requires ability, and I happen to have that ability."

"In your view, the body is the body, and a weapon is a weapon; but in my view, the body is a weapon, and a weapon is also a body."

"If we weren't in a friendly sparring session, you would have died at least 100 times in that short period of time."

The body is a weapon, and a weapon is also a body.

Sigismund had heard this saying before; in fact, he had always used it as his creed to guide himself.

So now that he has met someone who shares the same ideas, Sigismund has no reason to back down.

"That's what I've always thought, brother, so make your move."

Seeing Sigismund's unwavering resolve, Impetus had no choice but to give up.

Then he took a pair of Short Swords.

"Let's begin."

Sigismund was skilled with a greatsword, and when he saw Impetus's weapon, he immediately picked up his own.

Almost the instant he drew his sword, Impetus's attack was already at his face.

Wow, so fast!

At this moment, the only thing Sigismund could do was rely on the muscle memory he had developed through constant training.

An instinctive block.

Bite!

So heavy!

This block gave Sigismund a chance to catch his breath; within a fraction of a millisecond, his thoughts were brought back to normal.

It was precisely because of this return of his thoughts that he crashed again.

The blow he had just blocked using muscle memory felt like a mountain was pressing down on his arm; the force of the attack was simply too great.

According to his usual way of thinking, he believed that the attack just now was a downward slash from both swords.

But when his thoughts returned, he clearly saw Impetus slash down with his left-handed Short Sword.

"Brother, I'm left-handed, so my left hand is a bit stronger. I hope you can handle it!"

Then Impetus made an unexpected move: he put his right hand behind his back and used his left hand to fight Sigismund one-on-one.

What followed was a barrage of attacks, each as heavy as a mountain and incredibly fast.

Sigismund knew that the other man had hidden his right hand behind his back not to humiliate him, nor to make way for him.

His right hand was waiting for an opportunity.

Boom!

With another downward slash, Sigismund could only brace the sword with both hands to desperately defend against the attack.

Then, he felt a chill on his neck.

Because just as he was desperately trying to defend against the attack from the left hand, Impetus's Short Sword in his right hand was once again placed against his neck.

"That's impossible!"

Why? How can the other person be so fast?!

"Nothing is impossible, brother. I just said, you can't beat me in hand-to-hand combat, and you still can't beat me with a weapon."

"But as Space Marines, why are you so strong without the implanted Gene-seed?"

"Training, bro, Adaptive Training, lots of Adaptive Training."

"Adaptive Training?"

"Yes, brother, you have to remember, humans evolve, and once you adapt to a certain environment, your evolution is complete."

"So what did you adapt to?" Sigismund immediately grasped the key point.

"We adapted to the Primarch."