Cold weapons are a man's romance

Edward's mouth fell open. "Oh——" Then he snorted, "I have no impression. I have no impression of anyone weaker than me."

Vincenzo's hand froze on his mustache.He kept this motion petrified for a few seconds, and then beat his chest in pain.

"Oh my god, people who quit the race and run away are ashamed to say that others are weak. There are quite a lot of thick-skinned people in this world!"

These words hit Edward's sore spot impartially.Vincenzo looked at him with satisfaction, his expression changed from arrogance to embarrassment to anger, and then to an expression of wanting to spit.But he held back.It is nothing to be proud of when you are booked before you have played.Vincenzo also didn't want to risk stepping on someone else's saliva to play.

Bickering with Italians?Edward is still a little immature.When the British were still fighting among landlords, the Italians were already world-famous for their sharp-tongued satire.

"Are you two finished fighting?" the referee asked feebly, holding on to the stick, "I've presided over the game all morning, and I really want to go to lunch, can you start playing quickly?"

The two reluctantly separated.Vincenzo stood still in a corner of the field, put on gloves and a mask, raised his long sword and drew a sword flower.Edward on the diagonal always showed resentment in his eyes.Alas, pretend not to see it.

"Congratulations to the opponent," said the referee.

Vincenzo salutes with his sword.His back is straight, and his standing posture is natural and elegant, just like a stone sculpture of a swordsman created by an art master in the Renaissance era.The female audience in the stands screamed again.Vincenzo was unmoved.Before the game started, Vincenzo was the romantic knight of the ladies, provocative with every frown and smile, making the female fans lose their minds.But once the match officially started, he would turn into a ruthless killing blade in the martial arts arena. He no longer had those nephrite jade and warmth in his eyes, only his opponent.

Alas... If possible, he also wants to see the lovely ladies a few more times.Who wants to stare at a stinky man all day long? He's not those two dead gay guys on the sidelines who show affection...

Cough cough, be serious.He had no chance to fight against Edward seven years ago, so he was not sure about that kid's style, but in the past seven years, he has played against Cesar countless times.Edward and Cesar came from the same school, and their swordsmanship styles should be similar.

Cesar is good at German swordsmanship, while Vincenzo himself practiced the Italian Fiore school of swordsmanship.The two are quite similar.It is not known whether the road to swordsmanship leads to the same goal, or the Fiore school itself has been influenced by the sword of virtue.Compared with the pursuit of smooth and exquisite German swordsmanship, the Fiore school is more primitive and rough, and the pursuit is to kill the enemy most efficiently in the shortest time.

The simplest is often the best.Fancy moves serve no purpose other than grandstanding.The messy geometric curves created by the Spaniards are even more crooked.thought Vincenzo.Um?You ask why the Spanish swordsman was called the number one in the world in the past?It must be because of the decline of the Fiore genre that the monkey became the overlord!

Vincenzo shook his wrists, and met the enemy in the iron gate style - holding the sword in front of his body with the tip of the sword facing down slightly, and the door on his upper body was wide open to lure the enemy to attack.

This posture is called "fool" in the German sword, which means "at first glance, the door on the top of the head is wide open, very stupid, but once the enemy takes the bait and attacks the upper part, they will find that it is themselves who are stupid."In the Fiore school, this move is called "Iron Gate", which means "a gate of steel that seems unimpeded at first glance, but is actually difficult to attack".Although it is listed as one of the four basic postures of the German sword, its occurrence frequency is very low.But in Fiore's swordsmanship, it is a coup that is suitable for both offense and defense, and is tried and tested.The characteristics and strengths of different fencing schools can be seen from this.

Seeing this, Edward responded with an iron door.Thinking about it, he wasn't stupid enough to fall into the trap and attack Vincenzo's upper section.

The Italian smiled slightly under the mask, retracted his hands to the side, and changed the iron gate pose into a pig's teeth pose.The reason why this posture is named "pig's teeth" is because when stabbing from this posture, it is like a wild boar biting the enemy with its fangs.Fiore once said that the pig-tooth pose can be flexibly switched to other postures and can also launch powerful thrusts, but only skilled swordsmen can master this posture.

Edward approached slowly.Vincenzo moved in the same way.

Appropriate distance.the right time.This is the essence of the Fiore genre.

about there!When the two moved to a certain distance, Vincenzo suddenly stopped, launched a stab, and went straight to Edward's throat! …Just kidding, attacking a deadly part like the throat is a foul, so Vincenzo took his head!

Edward, however, saw through his ruse.He turned slightly to meet Vincenzo's blade with his strong blade.Since Vincenzo's accurate calculation was just the distance between the tip of the sword and Edward, Edward's sword happened to be at the very front of Vincenzo's sword edge, and he could forcibly press the Italian's sword to the side using the principle of leverage.

Vincenzo wanted to draw back the long sword, but Edward's response was even more extreme. He directly grabbed the Italian's sword, making him unable to withdraw it even if he wanted to.This is equivalent to giving the opponent 2 points for no reason!Vincenzo was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Edward was advancing by retreating. He would first block the opponent's action by losing [-] points, and then earn back the lost points by killing [-] points.After all, there is still a difference of two hundred between eight hundred and one thousand!

Edward pulled hard, and Vincenzo let go of his long sword.At this moment, Edward changed back to the position of holding the sword in both hands, and smashed the weight ball at the end of the hilt of Vincenzo's mask.

Edward scored 3 points, offsetting the previous 2 points for grabbing the hilt.The final score is Edward 1: Vincenzo 0.

"Suicide tactics, huh?"

When the referee separated the two, Vincenzo didn't know if he could convey the business in Edward's ears.He used to think that only Vikings would fight like this, but he didn't expect Edward to do it too. Where did he learn this kamikaze tactic?

The second confrontation begins.Vincenzo remembered the revenge of the weapon being knocked down just now, and this time he wanted to repay him in the same way.The big deal ended up being two people wrestling with bare hands.The wrestling skills in the Fiore genre are no worse than German swordsmanship!

Edward took the lead this time.The two swords intertwined.Vincenzo let go of the hilt of the sword with his left hand, held the sword with his right hand and turned it deftly, clamped Edward's sword with his right arm, and then held his own blade with his left hand, forming a half-sword posture.

In this way, Edward's sword was firmly pinned by Vincenzo, and the two secretly competed. If Edward refused to give up his sword, the final result would be that the sword would be destroyed!

... No, no, people don't die.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Edward simply let go of his hand.The long sword fell to the ground.Vincenzo now held his sword in both hands.Edward grabbed his wrist, blocked Vincenzo's foot with his right foot, and pushed hard. Vincenzo, who had the upper hand, was pushed a somersault by him, and the long sword was also dropped.

The battle has completely entered the stage of hand-to-hand combat.It is rare for both sides to lose their weapons on the field.The audience was completely boiling, calling Vincenzo's name in unison.The ladies screamed so much that they almost fainted.In the military field, he is much more famous than Edward.

He rushed to Edward, crossed Edward's shoulder with his right hand, pressed his back, and passed his left hand through Edward's armpit, and clasped with his right hand, forming a posture of hugging Edward.He didn't want to be so close to this kid at all, but this move was like that.

Fiore style wrestling technique - Gambalola!

Maintain a grappling state, use your body to overwhelm and throw your opponent's tricks!

"Do you think you can beat me by entering the hand-to-hand combat stage?"

Through the mask, Vincenzo heard Edward's giggles, like night owls screeching in the middle of the night.

Edward stepped on Vincenzo's heel with his right foot, turned around and threw the Italian over his thigh.Vincenzo was smashed to the ground like a sack of potatoes.Edward leaned over him.The Italian tried to get up, but Edward didn't give him any chance to come back.

"I'm a veteran of the battlefield, Italian." Edward whispered in his ear, "I don't pay attention to these trivial skills at all! You think you are practicing cool ancient killing techniques. You are so wrong! That's just your fantasy! This, this is the real killing technique!"

He cut Vincenzo's arms behind his back, and the Italian gasped in pain.

"Stop!" The referee stepped forward with a long stick.Only then did Edward let go of Vincenzo.

***

"Edward was so powerful before?"

Roman looked at Vincenzo worriedly.It must have been quite a twist just now.Will he be hurt?Edward, as for the kind of cruelty?

He waited for a long time without waiting for Cesar's answer.

He turned to his lover and found him staring at the field with dark eyes that he had never seen before, biting his lip unconsciously.

"Cesar?" Roman shook him.

"What?" The silver-haired youth woke up like a dream.

"You've lost your mind."

"...Sorry, I was thinking about something." Cesar smiled wryly.

"Thinking of Edward?" Roman said in a sour tone.

"Oh, are you jealous?" Cesar smiled and hugged him, "Eat more, you look so cute when you're jealous."

"Stop laughing at me!"

"I'm serious, if you are jealous, it means you have me in your heart."

Roman shook his head.There is no cure for this man.But he is also hopeless, otherwise how could he fall in love with such a terminally ill guy?

"Have you seen Edward's moves before?"

"The army's grappling and fighting techniques are based on precision and practicality. The purpose is to subdue and injure the enemy as much as possible, rather than to score more points on the field. It can be said that it is closer to the essence of 'duel'."

"very dangerous?"

"For Vincenzo, yes."

Just as he was speaking, Vincenzo was knocked down by Edward again.The game entered the hand-to-hand combat stage for the second time.Italians naturally take advantage of less than the slightest.Edward threw him to the ground, so suppressed that he had to beat the ground three times to express his surrender.Edward's score was not only far ahead, but also greatly consumed Vincenzo's physical strength. Within 3 minutes of the game, he scored 10 points to end the battle.

Generally, after the winner is decided, no matter who wins or loses, the audience will give encouraging applause.This is the minimum etiquette for watching games.But this time, there was silence in the arena, and it was not until the two contestants exited that there was a buzzing whisper.Several people clapped their hands, but when they found that there were only sporadic echoes around them, they consciously put down their hands.

Such a cold field is not because the expected Vincenzo failed to win the game, but because this is not a game of exchanging combat skills at all.Anyone could see that Edward didn't come to the game sincerely.He's playing the opponent purely within the bounds of the rules: you like swords don't you?Okay, then I'll knock out your sword, and now let's compare something else!

The morning game ended in such a delicate atmosphere.After the lunch break, the afternoon game will start at 2 o'clock.Two unexpected guests visited backstage during the break—Alyssa and Enya, invited and led by Roman, proudly visited the mysterious athlete warm-up area.Well, it’s not a mystery to Alyssa. She has been here as a commentator countless times. Although it used to be fencing and now it’s soldiering, how much difference can the shirtless old men in the background make?

"Congratulations on your victory!" Alisa gave Roman a reserved kiss to prevent the sweat on Roman's face from spoiling her exquisite makeup. "The fighting match was not what I expected. It's quite...serious?"

"How much did you misunderstand the sport before..."

"I thought it was closer to acting than fighting, but you guys actually fought very seriously..."

Enya yawned.She concentrated on watching the game all morning, and now she is starting to feel sleepy.Children always have to take a nap.She let go of her mother's hand, sat obediently on the bench, and waited for them to finish talking.There were more and more people around. As soon as the competition ended, the contestants, their coaches, and official staff poured into the backstage one after another. Soon, the figures of mother and godfather were drowned in the crowd.

Enya doesn't like crowds, not to mention the sweaty smell of these people is hard to flatter.She found that a corner of the backstage was strangely empty, as if there was an invisible "Bears Infested" sign there, and no one dared to approach it.But Enya didn't see the bear.She jumped off the bench and ran towards the empty corner.Away from the crowd, she can finally breathe fresh air.

The corner was not empty.The black-haired uncle who appeared last in the morning game sat there by himself and sorted out his equipment.Enya couldn't remember his name, but she knew he had won in the end.

The black-haired uncle folded the protective suit and put it back into the backpack, then checked the mask and steel sword, as if to make sure there were no cracks on them.When doing these things, he was careful and gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting the equipment.Are they that valuable?Enya is puzzled.Isn't it just some sporting goods?She heard Roman mention it before, and it doesn't seem to be very expensive.Is it necessary to be so careful?