Cold weapons are a man's romance

"Edward Blackson is also participating in the Silver Memorial?!" Alex stared at the message Lucinda sent him on the phone, feeling that the world was so magical and unbelievable.

His stepbrother was trying on a new suit in the full-length mirror.Nolan took the comb handed over by the housekeeper, fiddled with his hair, and raised his eyebrows at his younger brother reflected in the mirror: "Who is that?"

"It has nothing to do with you, anyway, you don't even know him."

"How can I know you if you don't introduce me?"

"In short, he is a big guy who retired a long time ago and is now back. Damn, I don't even have the video of his game at that time, how can I refer to his routine!" Scratching around and then having to condescend to ask Lucinda for Edward's information.

Nolan looked at Alex who was concentrating on it, showing a look of displeasure.The butler at the side shivered in fright.Whenever the young master shows this expression, it means that a storm is brewing in his chest.Who will suffer this time?

But Nolan didn't say anything, continued to take care of his appearance, and said casually: "I also want to watch the game. I only saw it on the screen before, and now I want to see what the fighting game looks like live."

"You don't understand this, what's the use of coming? Why don't you give up the good position to the real fans!"

"I can learn from scratch."

"Hmph, whatever you want! I don't have time to talk to you right now!" Alex was able to let go of his dissatisfaction with his brother when he was concentrating on studying swordsmanship.

Nolan finally put on his tie, walked up to Alex, bent down and whispered in his ear, "Then I'm going to the dinner party, so you can watch the house alone?"

"Don't make me sound like your watchdog!" Alex pushed him away impatiently.

Nolan glimpsed the chat on his phone screen, and Miss Lucinda sent a photo, saying "this is Edward".It was a very young dark-haired man, somewhat handsome, but certainly not as handsome as Nolan Norfolk.So Mr. Nolan Norfolk laughed with satisfaction, ignored his brother's struggle, hugged him and kissed him on the cheek.

"Goodbye kiss," he said cheerfully.

"It's disgusting! Can't you find a girlfriend if you like kissing people so much?!" Alex wiped his face vigorously, as if his brother's lips could catch a disease.

How can a girlfriend be as cool as a younger brother to kiss her.Nolan thought.He ignored Alex's yelling, hummed a little tune, and briskly walked out of the living room.

***

"Cesar! Cesar! Who is this Edward Blackson? Why is everyone talking about him?"

While staring at the constantly refreshing news on his phone, August suddenly pushed open the door of the locker room.The next second he opened his mouth like a stupid sunfish.Compared with this strange name, what shocked his young heart even more was the kiss between Roman and Cesar in the empty locker room.He rubbed his eyes vigorously to make sure he clicked on "Men's Locker Room.avi" correctly.Well, that's right.This fucking is "Men's Locker Room.avi".

He finally stretched out his evil claws to Roman!The little emperor thought in horror.

The two separated.Roman turned his back in embarrassment, pretending to check the buckle straps on the protective suit.Cesar's face was much thicker than his, and he said without changing his face: "You disturbed us."

"This is a public place! If you want to sleep, you can get a room!" August blushed.

"Next time I'll hang a tie on the door."

Roman kicked Cesar and whispered, "Hey, don't say such things in front of minors!"

"Roman emperors are well-informed, so they don't make a fuss, do they?"

The calm August did recover quickly from his shock.He hasn't seen such a big storm before, so he won't be frightened by these two dead gays.He glanced at his phone, barely able to read the fast scrolling messages. "Edward Blackson is Mr. Blackson's grandson?"

"Didn't you realize that they have the same last name?"

"Is he still your former enemy and friend, your childhood sweetheart who fell in love and killed each other?"

"... Who the hell gave you the popular science?"

"Lucinda."

Cesar rolled his eyes skyward.What he will compete with Lucinda in the future is not only business ability, but also the speed of spreading gossip.

"Haven't you seen our club's instructional video? He's the guy in the video," he said.

"He walked out of Two-dimensional?... No, that video was originally recorded by a real person."

"Nonsense! Another video protagonist is standing in front of you!"

August clearly doesn't remember the subject of the video.Having said that, few people will deliberately remember who the demonstrator of the teaching video is.

"He came back after seven years of disappearance? Wow, it's like a plot in a novel! Is he very powerful?"

"I don't know if he's great now, but he was about twenty times stronger than you seven years ago."

August was silent.Seven years ago, Edward Blackson was able to record a demonstration video for the Aurora Club. How strong will seven years of hard work make him?Is there even a slight chance of winning against this kind of person?

"No! Not everyone will be diligent all the time! He hasn't been exposed to martial arts for seven years! I think I still have hope!"

"He's been in the army all these years."

August fell silent again.A well-trained killing machine from the army is not something ordinary sports enthusiasts like him can handle.There may be hope for ex-athlete Roman, but he...

"Don't worry, the Silver Memorial Tournament is an elimination system. Maybe he will be defeated by others. Just pray that you don't meet when the lottery is drawn."

"How can you say that! The competition depends on strength, how can we rely on luck! Don't I need to compete if he is defeated by others? Why don't we fight against the strong enemy who defeated him!"

Cesar nodded appreciatively, and said with emotion: "August is already an adult if he can say such a thing!"

"I'm already very mature!" August raised his tail to the sky as soon as he was praised.

"Then can Roman and I continue to do things that a mature person can do in front of a mature you?"

***

"Damn, I'm reminded of the horror of being dominated by Edward Blackson."

In the hotel, the second and third members of Wannian had read the list of players for the Silver Memorial Tournament, and they gathered in the Italian's room and were speechless.

"I shouldn't have come to this ruined island country. We Vikings have been at odds with this island since ancient times." Henrik from Denmark said despondently.The failed battle of his Viking ancestors invading England is not a glorious history.Of course, the British are very proud to show off their great achievements in resisting aggression.

Now, he has finally set foot on British soil, participating in the rehearsal of the historical re-enactment battle, while preparing for the Silver Memorial.He was full of confidence at first, thinking that he would be able to return to his hometown with a trophy and revive the glory of the Vikings, but he never expected that Edward Blackson would be killed halfway...

"We Spaniards don't fit in well with this island country." Raya agreed.Both men's ancestors had suffered defeats at the hands of the British, and they still brood about it to this day.

"So are we Italians," said Vincenzo sadly.

"What kind of battle did you fight with the British?" Henrik didn't learn history well, so he asked shamelessly.

"Second World War."

"..." Laya coughed twice, "Ahem, let's not bring this up!"

Vincenzo thought about it, and felt that it was inappropriate to mention this matter.You know, Spain and Denmark were also invaded by the Axis powers!Or let the past go with the wind, they only talk about world peace!

"Have some confidence, friends!" he encouraged. "We are world-class swordsmen, just a little bit worse than Caesar of the Sword. Assuming Edward Blackson is at his level, we still have a chance of winning. What's more He hasn't touched a sword in seven years, how can he compare with those of us who train every day? Training will not let us down!"

The two friends were encouraged by him, and the cloud on their faces subsided a little.

"Yes, we have a great advantage!"

"We just need to put our all into the fight!"

The three put each other's shoulders on each other, bowed deeply, and touched their heads together.

"Edward himself gave up his swordsmanship seven years ago, and now he has come back shamelessly, we will not let him succeed!" Vincenzo said, "We are the inheritors of ancient skills. We not only want to defeat our opponents in the arena, but also Carry forward the buried and neglected treasures of our own country. We must not be intimidated before stepping into the arena. We have walked this road for a long time, and what enemy has not seen it? Any obstacle is a test given to us by God , our sword will only get sharper and sharper!"

"We'll let that kid know that the stadium is not an amusement park where you can come and go whenever you want." Henrik grinned.

"The field of military combat is not what it used to be. More and more talents are emerging in every country, and various schools and moves are being researched one after another. If Edward thinks he can be as relaxed as he was seven years ago If he wins this battle, he will make a big mistake." Raya clenched her fists.

They still remember the words Edward left behind when he left his sword.He called Bingba a "childish game" and he simply looked down on the sport.And they'd give the snooty kid a solid lesson in how wrong he was.From the very beginning, they took Bingji very seriously, not as a pastime, but as a competition and a career.They rediscovered the long-lost art of fighting and gave it a new brilliance in modern times.They are the inheritors of the old era and the pioneers of the new era. They will not allow anyone to erase their efforts and tarnish the glory of inheriting the past and the future.

***

The news of Edward Blackson's return and participation in the competition stirred up waves in the circle and became a hot topic for everyone.Everyone is holding a joking or vigilant attitude, looking forward to what waves he can make on the field.

It was finally the day of the Silver Memorial Race.

The crowds outside Edney Wayne Gymnasium stretched almost to another block.The Silver Memorial has never received so much attention.Although the specification is not as good as swordfish and other events, the excitement is not inferior because of the list of participants.

Roman and August of the Aurora Knights, two rookies with very different styles trained by "Caesar of the Sword", which one of them will be crowned king?

Can Alex Norfolk of the Griffin Guard, the unruly red-haired beast and the proud pupil of Lucinda the Fighter, stop Caesar's heirs and claim glory for himself?

International friends from afar - Henrik the brave Viking, Vincenzo the master of the Fiore genre, and Raya the master of the supreme art.Although they have never defeated Caesar of the Sword in any competition before, they are undoubtedly the strongest contending for supremacy in this game without Caesar.

And this group of one-in-a-million elites will jointly fight against the dark side of the power of swordsmanship-the "Black Prince" Edward Blackson who has returned after seven years.In the end, will the light drive out the darkness, or will the darkness swallow up the light?

"...Isn't this copywriting a bit too exaggerated and contrived?" Lucinda held the manuscript written by the narrator Dmitry with a stroke of a pen and sighed.