The bone of sin domain is king

Chapter 511 No.30 Six Acts. Victory or Loss
The competition will start soon.

Rosen didn't wear any protective gear, and kept the original dress, only two buttons were undone to facilitate movement.

Broxia also lost his face mask and wore simple armor. He held a sword in one hand and put his right foot in front, carefully staring at the opponent in front of him.

Due to the inability to use magic power, the battle between the two became the simplest battle on the black iron steps. Qi and machine intersected, and the "consciousness" of both sides tested each other, as if there were sparks overflowing in the air.

But in an instant, as Rosen put on a stance, the whole atmosphere took a turn for the worse.

In Broxia's perception, the man in front of him was like an immeasurably deep pool, calm but with turbulent undercurrents, and he himself was like a boat teetering on the edge of a storm, where the edge could not be seen. Floating in the tide.

But in reality, Rosen just stood there with a sword in his hand and a posture full of flaws.

"Why is this man in such a strange posture?"

"Does he really know how to use a sword?"

"Why hasn't Brosia made a move yet, what is he waiting for?"

"Hurry up, what are you going to do with this kind of guy."

A group of nobles with little understanding of swordsmanship urged, while on the other side, their guards and nobles who knew a little bit about swordsmanship fell silent.

Of course, they could see who had the upper hand between the two. What they were thinking about was, what should they do if the person facing Rosen was themselves?
"interesting."

Seeing the two testing each other, Gracius muttered to himself.

The man in the armor is not bad, but his basic skills are not solid. He blindly pursues the lethality of swordsmanship. He tried to attack many times, showing his sharpness, but in vain.

What really interested Gracius was Rosen.

At first glance, this person assumed an ordinary posture, but in fact he had hidden murderous intentions everywhere. If he attacked rashly, he might be fooled by him and step into a trap.

But not daring to make a move while hesitating will make him passive and can only be slaughtered by others.

It can be said that Rosen's state of using the sword has risen from pure swordsmanship to a certain level of law.

In the early days of fencing, holding a sword in your hand, you can use moves freely and adapt to a variety of situations.

In the middle stage of swordsmanship, the person and the sword are integrated, and the moves have been integrated into all the movements.

In the late stage of sword mastery, there is no need to hold a sword anymore, every move is a sword skill, even if you hold a wooden stick, you can defeat several people.

When swordsmanship has reached its true level, it has integrated the concept of "sword" into itself, even if it is unarmed, it can kill people in an instant.

Gracius felt that Rosen seemed to have reached the final state, but what made him puzzled was, how did he do it as a mere black iron step?
There is no penetration of elements, no understanding based on laws, and no cognition about the world. How can we come into contact with this realm?
Gracius himself felt that he had understood the laws of the world. After becoming a saint, he could even pry into the secrets of the gods, but this was the first time he had seen such an existence as Rosen.

The talent with the sword was not based on Rosen's body, but was engraved in his soul.

In a daze, Rosen made a move.

There was no warning about this sword, it was understated and casual, and it didn't even make the slightest ripple in the void.

That was this sword. Broshia could only watch in a daze as Rosen approached, but he didn't dare to act rashly, for fear of falling into the opponent's trap.

From Brocia's main perspective, countless silver threads extend from Rosen's sword, forming an impenetrable net. All the changes Brocia can take next, all responses to are included.

Seeing that sharp edge getting closer and closer, Broshia was already panicked, and retreated subconsciously.

Rosen's long sword coiled around like a poisonous snake, and it was close at hand. Broshia had no choice but to burst out with magic power.

bang——

With a loud noise, the shock wave of magic power spread through his sword, while Broshia escaped from Rosen's attack range by relying on the instantaneous acceleration.

Rosen stopped where he was and kept thrusting forward. The wind stirred up by the magic power Broxia used to escape dissipated just in front of him, leaving only a few hair tips.

If Rosen is also of the Bronze rank, then Brosia has completely exposed himself to Rosen's sword at this time, enough to be killed three times in one breath.

But neither of them moved anymore.

Because the victory is already divided.

In the battle of swordsmanship, Broshia used extra magic power, so he was naturally defeated.

He never expected that within one move, he would lose to a country bumpkin from the backcountry in a field he was proud of. There was no possibility of a comeback.

"How come, that Brosia actually lost?"

"Are you kidding, is this the end?"

"This Rosen seems to be very strong."

"If it were me, there might be a turnaround."

Ignoring the chattering of the little nobles, Rosen thrust his sword into the ground and walked up to Gracius.

"Lord Gracius."

He saluted, but his tone remained neither humble nor arrogant.

"Your talent in swordsmanship seems to be very good. You can't tell that you are just a swordsman of the Black Iron Rank. Who is your teacher?"

Gracius asked, it would be difficult for such a swordsman genius to rely entirely on his own understanding to be like Rosen now, so he was curious about who could teach such a swordsman.

When he had just stepped into the golden rank, when chaos had not yet invaded, and the world was still in peace, Gracius once traveled the world in order to practice his sword skills and competed with all the famous sword masters. Some well-known swordsmen, Gracius had some exchanges.

But Rosen's swordsmanship was not like any of them. If he really wanted to say it, it was more like Gracius' own school.

"My teacher doesn't want to be famous, he is just an unknown sword lover."

Rosen replied that it was impossible for him to say that his sword skills were actually inherited from Gracius, so even a saint who could foresee the future would think Rosen was crazy.

"There is still such a hermit. I feel that my heart that has been silent for many years is eager to try again."

Gracius smiled heartily, then looked at Rosen, and said casually.

"Since your teacher is not here, can I spar with you?"

The moment these words were spoken, the scene was completely silent, and even Rosen was stunned.

Gracius is so natural that he behaves not like a saint, but more like a boy who simply likes swordplay.

"Okay."

Rosen hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth to answer, causing the others to open their mouths in surprise again.

(End of this chapter)