"Now you probably understand why fighting is just a ladder for us, not a end."

After saying this, Fenrod rushed up for the first time and waved his sword. Ashu Rufate wanted to swing his sword to block the attack. In his eyes, Fenrod was not fast, but in fact he could see the opponent's sword path clearly. But for some reason, this was obviously not fast nor dangerous, but gave people an irresistible feeling. Ashu Rufate finally chose to avoid it backwards instead of resisting it head-on.

"If you sharpen your skills purely by fighting, you will fall into this trap." Fenrod continued to attack and said. "Hunge on to a keen intuition, but you are easily deceived by intuition."

The feeling just now came again. Ashu Rufate clearly felt a murderous intent coming from behind. His rationality and effort to tell himself that this was not true, but he was uncontrollably divided a considerable part of his mind to offset the impact. In this way, regardless of the reaction or speed, he slowed down a lot and could only barely be on par with the other party.

"It turns out that the arm strength is super strong." Fenrod's series of thrusts were blocked by Ashu Rufate, so he turned back. "But brute force can't win skills."

He hit again, and Ashu Rufate swung his sword to resist this time, but when the two swords came into contact, he suddenly felt that there was no power on the other party's sword, which was a false move. This was the first time that Ashu Rufate felt this skill from his opponent, and then he realized that this skill was so dangerous. The sword he had parried out in vain, and just as he couldn't get it, Fenrod's sword slashed through the gap.

Ashu Rufate made the correct judgment and avoided the attack with a dangerous and dangerous attack, but his clothes were still cut into a huge hole. Fenrod's sword was about to reach blood.

No, in this case, you can't exert your strength at all. Strictly speaking, Fenrod is not the most dangerous opponent he faces. But the feeling of the enemy coming from other positions from time to time is really terrible, making him unable to concentrate on dealing with Fenrod in front of him. It's like an invisible shackle trapping his hands and feet, leaving him with power but unable to exert it.

"No! Carrie, tell me what's going on? Why do I always feel like an enemy attacking from behind?"

"What's going on? But master, I can't feel it at all." Carrie said innocently in her mind.

"But I felt... why always... could feel that danger came from different positions?" Ashu Rufate now had to distance himself from Fenrod. He tried his best to focus on Fenrod, but even so, the sense of danger from the side, behind and even elsewhere was always lingering. There were obviously no enemies around, but his feeling was that he was surrounded by many enemies, and countless sharp blades were waiting for the opportunity to start. His "reason" tried his best to tell himself that there were no other enemies around, but his "instinct" repeatedly warned. This feeling was really indescribable.

"Prince, are you confused?" Fenrod smiled and approached step by step. "Because I misled you with my 'qi'. This technique is meaningless to ordinary warriors because they don't have that intuition. But it is very useful to fight a warrior of your type who has extremely keen intuition in countless battles of life and death. Prince, the stronger the intuition you have trained, the smaller the chance of winning against me. The attack behind it is here."

Ash Rufate immediately felt a strong sense of oppression coming from behind, and instinct told him that an enemy attacked from behind at this moment. He tried hard to suppress his urge to dodge. This was just a feeling that there was no enemy behind him.

"Enemy on the left." Fenrod continued. The sense of crisis behind his head disappeared, replaced by the sense of threat on the left. Although Ashu Rufate tried his best to ignore it, he still glanced in that direction. Of course, there was nothing on his left.

"Master, I guess this may be a hint." Carrie said in his mind. "It should not be just a hint, but there must be an hint."

"Tell me what the hell is going on!"

"It's like this. When fighting, you will infer the opponent's next move based on the subtle movements of the opponent's limbs. This is a natural accumulation of experience, which is completed and mastered unconsciously. Now Fenrod is using this to influence you. He deliberately makes some subtle movements, causing you to make wrong predictions."

"How to deal with this technique?"

"Even if I want to teach you, there is no way to teach you in this situation." Carrie said. "But fortunately, this is just a test, not a duel. Give him a loss. Today is only the first day, and even if you follow your original plan, it will take three days."

"Prince, do you want to give up? Oh, it's normal for you to retreat if the battle is not good." Fenrod said as he pressed forward. "But do you know that big failures are often made up of small failures. Your expedition is destined to be lonely and without any support. Do you expect to turn the situation around the next time? However, the next opening is destined to be worse than this time. Will you make the same wise and cowardly decision next time? Do you want to share the pressure of the Phoenix King? But the pressure shared by a retreat ends here."

"He is using words to trap you, master, please give up quickly." Carrie urged in his mind.

"There are countless kinds of courage. On the battlefield, it is a kind of person to admit that his plan is wrong and retreating. He fights to the last soldier regardless of everything. There are more to it. However, among all kinds of courage, Prince, which one are you?" Fenrod continued, approaching Ash Rufate in an orderly manner. His steps seemed unhappy, but they were very clever, which made Ash Rufate able to retreat step by step and gradually be forced into the dead corner of the room.

This damn feeling! Ashu Rufate is very sure that as long as he can do his best, he will be able to easily defeat this sword saint, but he is distracted by these inexplicable sense of threat and cannot concentrate.

This situation may make another person feel desperate and give up - because after all, this is not a real life-and-death contest, it is only a competition. But Ashu Rufate felt an excitement bursting deep in his heart, which was a kind of passion, a feeling of not wanting to lose. He looked at the smile on Fenrod's face, but to defeat this opponent, everything must be left behind. He ignored Carrie's warning, this impulse from the instinct of the warrior, excitement and pleasure overwhelmed everything else.

Is it a hint? I unconsciously observed the other person's subtle movements of the body and used this to predict the other person's next move? It is precisely because of this that I was misled?

So just don't observe the other party.

Ashu Rufate looked at the other party's footsteps and found that the movements performed in front of the Sword Saint were very regular. Every step he took was rhythmic and fixed. He never took more steps, nor did he take less steps.

"Your Highness Prince, do you want to be a sword saint? But in the sword saint, in addition to weapons, there are some skills that surpass weapons. I am using now. Do you really understand the goal pursued by a sword saint? Or do you just need us as elite troops?"

Ashu Rufate stopped and turned his gaze to the ground instead of looking at the opponent in front of him. The sense of crisis that appeared at any time and anywhere disappeared, at least fading.

"What exactly is our sword saint pursuing? If you can answer this question, then maybe you can beat me. But can you answer this question?"

One step...two steps...

"There are many princes who have tried to become sword saints and then gain our followers as sword saints. But no one has ever succeeded."

…Three steps…Four steps…

"This is because they are not sword saints, so they are destined to fail the test. Your Highness, can you do it? What are our pursuits for years of training and countless battles? Can we answer this question?"

…Five steps…Six steps…

"You are looking at your feet. Do you want to entrust everything to your hearing? But this is useless. As long as I want, my sword can be silent." Fenrod pulled a sword flower, his movements were swift but there was no normal sound of breaking through the air. But Ash Rufate was unmoved.

…Seven steps…8 steps… Arrived!

Ash Rufate swung his sword to attack. This was the first time he had his sword with all his strength, and his speed, agility and strength all reached the peak. Fenrod also made his sword, blocking the sword at the last moment when Ash Rufate hit him. The two swords confronted each other, sparking, showing a stalemate. Ash Rufate felt that the power of his sword was removed by the opponent. He held the sword tightly and adjusted the angle of force in time, forcing Fenrod to wrestle with him. Then he found that although his power had the upper hand, he could not completely overwhelm Fenrod.

"If you can't use force, no matter how strong you are, it will be difficult to play a role." Fenrod kept smiling. "You are relying on the strength of your wrists now, but I am using the strength of your whole body."

Ashurufate didn't say a word, and he felt a threat from behind, as if a dangerous enemy was coming from behind. But this time it couldn't stop Ashurufate from continuing to exert force. Ashurufate tightened his sword, moved forward step by step, and pushed Fenrod backwards. Perhaps as Fengrod said, he was now only exerting force on his wrist, but even so he still had the upper hand in power. He had much more powerful strength than the elves.

In the blink of an eye, Fenrod was forced to retreat step by step. If he jumped backward, he would inevitably be pursued by Ash Rufate for a short moment. It would be equally dangerous if he continued to be pushed back step by step. There were already screams of exclamations among the audience watching the battle from a distance.

Ashrufate felt that there was danger coming from behind, left and right sides. But this time, he controlled his instinctive impulse to distract himself. Let them stab him! His reason and instinct together roared deep in his heart, and then continued to urge the power to pressure the enemy in front of him regardless of everything.

Finrod finally took the risk of retreating, and then naturally received a heavy blow from Ashu Rufate to his full strength. The Sword Saint Master barely resisted this move and removed the force of the sword, but was kicked by Ashu Rufate in his leg while staggering. When he wanted to get the balance again, Ashu Rufate had knocked his sword away and let him fall to the ground.

"It seems like I lost." Fenrod's neat clothes became messy, but he still kept smiling, looking at the sword edge in Ash Rufate's hand. "Your power has almost exceeded the range of... common sense."

"For me, bravery is to try it out with all my might. As long as there is still a glimmer of hope for victory, you must not give up." Ashu Rufate said calmly. Fenrod smiled slightly, but did not answer.

"I know your answer," said Ashu Rufate.

"oh?"

"The pursuit of the Sword Saint is a powerful force, mastering absolute control over the body and spirit, and also having freedom."
Chapter completed!